Chapter 98

Lin Fei had yet to react when he found himself being hugged by someone.

A stepmother?

As an orphan, Lin Fei had never known the feeling of having a mother.

After returning from the Divine Martial Gate, Lin Fei thought he could ignore everything. However, when the red-clothed woman hugged him, a sense of blood connection rose in his heart.

It was a very strange and complex feeling, indescribable and inexplicable.

Could this be the maternal love of blood connection?

...

This process was not long, but for Lin Fei, it was a feeling he had never experienced before. He finally managed to break free, and the beautiful woman came into his view.

The woman in front of him was about thirty years old, dignified and graceful, wearing a bright red dress that did not make her look delicate but rather very noble. Even Lin Fei himself had to admit this.

Chapter 96

In the Xuantian Continent, once a martial artist starts cultivation, whether male or female, they can theoretically slow down aging. After all, martial artists who reach the Ninth Heaven of Martial Dao can live for over a hundred years, though two hundred years is impossible.

This is the difference between the acquired realm and the innate realm, and there is also a difference in lifespan.

As a martial artist, Lin Fei's mother appearing young was quite normal.

...

Lin Fei really had trouble adapting to the appearance of his stepmother.

After all, he had been without parents all along, and suddenly a mother appeared. It was indeed hard for Lin Fei to adapt, not out of pretense but genuinely difficult.

At this moment, if he didn't speak up, he might be suspected. Lin Fei didn't dare to treat the people from another world as ancient people who knew nothing. Don't forget, they are martial artists, and martial artists have the most sensitive senses.

"Mother!"

Lin Fei called out sensibly, his voice somewhat stiff, but no one cared about that at this moment.

After being away for five years, anyone would have changed.

The changes in Lin Fei were quite normal.

Liu Qing, as a mother, didn't pay attention either. She was happier than anyone to hear that her son had returned. If no one had been present, she would have immediately asked about his well-being, fearing that her little son had suffered at the Divine Martial Gate.

"Good to be back, good to be back!" She was overjoyed, tears streaming down her face.

Since the incident five years ago, her little son had not returned home for five years. Liu Qing even thought that her son might not come back this year. In her heart, she didn't really want her son to return.

The matter from back then had never been truly resolved and had continued until now.

...

"Auntie, I have something to attend to, I'll be going."

The purple-clothed woman, who had not spoken until now, was exceptionally beautiful. Though not ice-clear and jade-pure, she had a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall. Her skin was fair, her eyebrows and teeth were bright, and her willow-like eyebrows carried a slight disdain, but this did not detract from her beauty.

The purple-clothed woman was Su Shuiyan, the daughter of the city lord.

When the purple-clothed woman spoke, Lin Fei subconsciously looked over. He had to admit that the previous "Lin Fei" had good taste; Su Shuiyan was undoubtedly a beauty.

The Divine Martial Gate had many female disciples, but few could match Su Shuiyan.

Lin Fei understood that as a playboy, it would be difficult to resist such a beauty.

Cold and beautiful!

This was Lin Fei's second impression.

...

Liu Qing didn't want Su Shuiyan to leave.

Given the current situation, she couldn't open this door and could only silently watch Su Shuiyan leave.

The incident from back then, if the two met again, would not be a good thing. It would be awkward, and if anything else happened, it would be a disaster for the current Lin family.

When Su Shuiyan walked past, her gaze towards Lin Fei showed a slight ripple, as if something unexpected had happened.

This ripple disappeared quickly, and no one noticed it. Moreover, the atmosphere was somewhat cold, and no one dared to pay attention.

After seeing Su Shuiyan off,

Lin Fei once again experienced true maternal love.

Liu Qing, as a mother, almost examined Lin Fei from head to toe. When she learned that her little son had reached the Seventh Heaven of Martial Dao, she was overjoyed again, tears streaming down her face. Her little son had finally made something of himself.

Lin Fei was casual, and he didn't dare to speak recklessly when he returned to the Lin family. Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, he seemed somewhat introverted, and no one suspected anything.

Five years of life in the sect had formed this personality, which seemed quite normal.

...

Lin Fei returned to Guanyuan City.

Disabling the left arm of a Zhang family's collateral branch disciple in public on the street, this news spread like wildfire.

Five years ago, Lin Fei did a big thing that changed the existing power structure of Guanyuan City.

Five years later, Lin Fei did another big thing, disabling the left arm of a Zhang family's collateral branch disciple in just a few moves, once again changing the power structure of Guanyuan City.

The rumor that Lin Fei was a cultivation waste was dispelled by disabling Zhang Wansong, telling everyone that rumors are not always reliable.

This incident on the street was undoubtedly a fuse for Guanyuan City.

Everyone knew that Lin Fei's troublemaking would have a significant impact on the Lin family. Now, everyone was watching how the Lin family would handle Lin Fei and what the Zhang family would do.

A new clash was highly anticipated.

...

On the night Lin Fei returned, he enjoyed a delicious meal and selfless care.

As for his stepfather, Lin Fei had not seen him yet.

The next morning,

Lin Fei got up from his residence, practiced the Eight Extremes and Six Directions Fist in the small courtyard for half an hour, then stopped, drenched in sweat. He went back to rinse off before leaving the small courtyard.

As soon as he left the small courtyard,

A green-clothed maid, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was standing nervously at the courtyard gate, looking around. When Lin Fei came out, she hurriedly approached.

"Good morning, Young Master!"

"Are you afraid of your Young Master? By the way, what's your name?"

Although Lin Fei had never used a maid, he had seen them on TV. He had to admit that this maid was very beautiful. If she were outside, she would easily be a school beauty. At her young age, her body was beginning to develop, making her a standard cute lolita.

If it weren't for his status as the third young master, Lin Fei would have really wanted to chat with her about lolita issues.

"My name is Qingluan, Young Master."

Qingluan didn't dare to meet the gaze of the third young master. She had always been Lady Liu Qing's personal maid, but this morning, she was assigned to take care of the third young master's daily needs.

Although this was the first time she had met the third young master of the Lin family, the stories she had heard from others immediately labeled Lin Fei as a playboy, a big bad wolf who specialized in eating little red riding hoods.

If Lin Fei knew this, he would probably be speechless.

"Good name, are you my personal maid?"

In the past, Lin Fei had studied lolitas, so he couldn't resist teasing her a bit.

Lolitas have three good points: light voice, soft body, and easy to push over!

A man's favorite.

Lin Fei naturally liked it very much.

Fortunately, Lin Fei wasn't a pervert; he only used his eyes to tease. As for touching, that was something done by lowlifes.

Qingluan felt uneasy under his gaze, especially after his words, her face turned red, and she lowered her head. "Young Master, Lady is waiting for you to have breakfast, please follow me."

"Lead the way!"

Lin Fei said this, but he was puzzled. He wasn't cruel; on the contrary, he was very handsome and had a good presence. Why did this maid look at him like a tiger?

PS: Thank you for the reminder from "Zan Ding Wu," it should be Lin Yan Yan!

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