Feng Xian hung up the phone and began his drive down the mountain. His thoughts churned as he pieced together the bigger picture.
This entire situation was orchestrated by the mastermind behind the Shen family—a formidable opponent in the original story. In that narrative, the Shen family had been a thorn in the Feng Group's side for years. Zhang Lingyi had eventually overcome them, but it took the combined effort of his seven sisters and a grueling two years to dismantle their power.
Feng Xian's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his eyes narrowing into a deadly glare.
"The Shen family and Chen family think they can push me around?" he muttered, his voice low and dangerous. "I don't have the patience to wait for two years. You've made a grave mistake poking the hornet's nest."
With his mind made up, Feng Xian began strategizing. If the Shen family wanted war, he'd bring them to their knees. But brute force wasn't enough; he needed leverage.
And the perfect opportunity lay with the Jun family—sworn rivals of the Shen family.
The Jun family was the most powerful among the Imperial City's four great families. The Shen family ranked second, followed by the Fengs, with the Chen family trailing in fourth place. For decades, the Jun family had suppressed the Shen family, ensuring they never rose to dominance.
A wry smile spread across Feng Xian's face as a plan began to form.
The head of the Jun family, Jun Wushang, was currently hospitalized, gravely ill. A man of extraordinary capability and integrity, Jun Wushang was also known to repay his debts in full. If Feng Xian could offer his assistance now, he could gain a valuable ally in his battle against the Shen family.
Without hesitation, Feng Xian pulled out his phone.
"Find out which hospital Jun Wushang is staying in," he ordered.
In less than two seconds, a text buzzed on his screen with the location: Shengci Hospital, the largest private hospital in the Imperial City.
Feng Xian immediately turned his car around and sped off toward the hospital.
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The road was quiet, the sleek hum of Feng Xian's car filling the stillness. His fingers tapped the steering wheel in rhythm with the song he was softly humming.
Then, out of nowhere—BANG!
A shadow descended from the sky, slamming onto the hood of his car. The impact sent a violent tremor through the vehicle.
"Dammit!" Feng Xian cursed, slamming on the brakes. The car screeched to a halt after skidding several meters.
When the dust settled, Feng Xian looked up and froze.
Standing atop the hood was a woman—tall, commanding, and breathtakingly beautiful. Her dark, piercing eyes locked onto him with the intensity of a predator.
With a graceful leap, she dismounted from the car and stood firmly in front of it.
Dressed in an all-black ensemble, her high ponytail swayed in the breeze, revealing her flawless features. Despite her lack of makeup, her face radiated an effortless beauty that seemed almost otherworldly. Her sharp phoenix eyes carried an unmistakable defiance, accentuating her already imposing aura.
Feng Xian leaned back in his seat, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Mu Chuyun," he muttered under his breath, recognition dawning immediately.
Mu Chuyun was no ordinary woman. As the eldest of Zhang Lingyi's seven sisters, she was the president of the Imperial City Martial Arts Association. Known for her unparalleled martial prowess, she was a force to be reckoned with.
Her sudden appearance wasn't coincidental.
Feng Xian stepped out of the car, his posture relaxed but alert.
"President Mu," he began with a sly smile, "don't you think it's a bit rude to stop someone in the middle of the road like this?"
Mu Chuyun raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Save the small talk. I'm here to challenge you."
Without warning, she launched forward, her fist cutting through the air with incredible speed.
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Feng Xian barely sidestepped her attack, her punches landing dangerously close to his vital points. Each blow carried immense force, the sheer wind pressure alone sending chills down his spine.
He rolled out of her range just in time to avoid a direct hit. Yet, even amidst the chaos, he couldn't resist inhaling deeply.
"Smells amazing," he teased with a mischievous grin.
Mu Chuyun's face darkened, her fury igniting. "You shameless rogue! I'll make you regret this!"
She unleashed another flurry of attacks, each one faster and stronger than the last.
Feng Xian, however, was no slouch. Drawing upon the strength of his Pure Yang Supreme Skill, which had recently broken through, he began to counter. His movements became sharper, his strikes precise.
Eventually, he caught one of her punches mid-air, his grip unyielding.
Mu Chuyun's eyes widened in disbelief.
"You're strong," Feng Xian admitted with a smirk, "but not strong enough."
Their battle continued for dozens of moves, the two appearing evenly matched. But Feng Xian could feel himself nearing his limit. If he pushed any further, he risked exposing his weaknesses.
Stepping back, he raised a hand. "That's enough for now."
Mu Chuyun glared at him, her breathing heavy.
"I've got important matters to attend to," he said, retreating toward his car. "But if you want another round, you're welcome to visit me at the Feng estate. I'll be waiting."
Before she could respond, Feng Xian slipped into his car and sped off, leaving her standing in the middle of the road, fists clenched in frustration.
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As Feng Xian disappeared into the distance, Mu Chuyun pulled out her phone and called Ling Qingxiao, her godmother.
"Godmother," she began, her tone serious, "I tested Feng Xian. He's not just skilled—he's exceptional. Possibly as strong as me, if not stronger."
Before she could continue, Ling Qingxiao interrupted, her voice frantic.
"Enough about Feng Xian! Your brother's been attacked at the hospital!"
"What?!" Mu Chuyun's eyes widened in shock.
Her mind raced back to Feng Xian's earlier urgency. Could it be connected?
"Don't worry," she said quickly. "I'm on my way now."
Ending the call, Mu Chuyun sprinted toward her car, her determination burning brighter than ever.
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Well, well, well! What's up, fellas?
Throw in your stones, hehe!