novelzi Chapter 226: The Pursuer
Chapter 226: The Pursuer
Ye Feng was unaware of Hong Yuting’s decision, and had he known, he probably couldn’t help but utter two words: "brain-dead."
God knows if that woman’s mind was compromised, from the very moment Hong Zhenguo brought him into the Hong Family, he had never deliberately targeted any member of the Hong Family. If it weren’t for those people busying themselves with mocking him all day long, he had even prepared to elevate the Hong Family to a prominent position in the imperial capital.
Hong Zhenguo once told his son Hong Tianming to look farther ahead, but he also dared not imagine that the promise Ye Feng made was in the imperial capital, at the nation’s head.
If they want to wait, then let them wait!
Knowing that the Members of the Hong Family had arranged a welcome ceremony for him, Ye Feng simply took Hong Qingyan out to eat everywhere, eating and playing, and then watching movies, under the guise of honeymooning.
In short, he was not going to the Hong Family today.
In fact, until night fell, he had not visited the Hong Family Courtyard even once, instead, he took Hong Qingyan to the villa that belonged to her, the matter of the Hong Family publicly disowning him was not forgotten.
Now those people have no shame, but does he, the Northern Border King, need to have any?
"Big Brother Ye, do you think grandpa will be unhappy?"
On the sofa, Hong Qingyan leaned sweetly on Ye Feng’s shoulder with a smile. After a day of fun, it was impossible not to feel tired.
"Dares Old Master Hong to be unhappy?"
Ye Feng asked as he turned his head.
At these words, Hong Qingyan was at a loss for words. She pretended to be angry and pinched Ye Feng’s waist, but he just laughed heartily.
"Sleep."
Ye Feng stopped teasing Hong Qingyan and persuaded her instead.
The night was very quiet.
Suddenly, a ferocious aura came rolling towards the villa. It was a determined rage. Ye Feng’s eyes snapped open, his expression furious.
Couldn’t resist striking again?
The next moment, his figure left the bedroom, while outside the villa, pairs of figures moved in sync, a total of four black-clad people leaped by, their speed incredibly fast.
"Sneaking around, who are you looking for?"
Before the four could scatter into the house, Ye Feng had already arrived in front of them.
Clang! one by one
The gleaming katanas were drawn in an instant, while the other two shaped their hands into strange seals, ready for battle on both sides.
"Ronin, and the other two are... ninjas?"
Ye Feng was slightly surprised; he had thought it would be people from the imperial capital, but it turned out to be individuals from the Fusang Island Nation seeking vengeance.
"Ye Feng, hand over Autumn Water and Yama, otherwise everyone inside will be killed along with you,"
the ronin on the right said ominously.
It was indeed people sent by the Longma Family, but Ye Feng found it odd that a proud samurai family was colluding with ninjas. He did not give it much thought and mocked:
"Nothing but four pieces of trash. I dare you to come try and take one down."
The Golden Battle Armor condensed around Ye Feng.
Three Middle Rank Martial Kings and one Low Level. With such power, they wouldn’t last a second against Sato Shinichi; they dared to come seeking his swords with this strength?
Ye Feng found it amusing. He could only wish the Longma Family would send more of such men, so he could gauge just how many Martial Kings Fusang really concealed.
"Kill!"
"Barrier Technique, Wind Seal Formation!"
The two ninjas each took out a scroll and pressed down with their seal formations. Instantly, within a radius of twenty meters, a pale blue barrier rose.
Ninjas and samurai were two distinct schools in the Fusang Island Nation. In the early days, ninjas came into being to assassinate the daimyos of Fusang, while samurai existed to protect them. The two have been in conflict and bore grudges for a long time, with relations as incompatible as water and fire.
Even in modern times, although ninjas and samurai don’t fight on sight, cooperation like today’s was a first for Ye Feng.
"Qi Break!"
Ye Feng was unfazed. The Barrier Technique of Fusang was, after all, derived from the earliest Talisman Spells of the Xuanyuan Nation. Such a barrier couldn’t trap anyone.
Strength breaks Ten Thousand Laws!
"Of course, I’m unharmed. But that means you’ve got a problem."
"The Fusang people came so quickly, you think I should thank you for that?"
A streak of golden light swooped down.
"No, Ye Feng, listen to me, I didn’t mean to—."
Before the figure in black could defend himself, a golden katana came crashing down upon his head.
Do I need to bother with whether you did it on purpose?
Ye Feng walked away at ease. A middle-rank Martial King from Xuanyuan Nation, who seemed to have just broken through, was not worth interrogating. A treasonous collaborator.
Death sentence!
The next morning, after enjoying his meat porridge, Ye Feng left the villa satisfied, taking Hong Qingyan with him. Although he didn’t like the actions of the members of the Hong Family, Old Master Hong was someone he still needed to visit.
"Big Brother Ye, why is that hill over there burnt? It was fine just yesterday."
Hong Qingyan asked Ye Feng, turning to him. She had played too hard and slept too deeply the previous day, not even aware of the big fire that had taken place near the villa.
"If it’s burnt, it’s burnt; it’ll grow back."
"What if I said there was a lunatic there last night, setting himself on fire; would you believe me?"
Ye Feng said half-jokingly.
"I believe!"
Hong Qingyan looked firmly at Ye Feng.
When did this girl get so smart?
Ye Feng felt a headache coming on, instantly realizing what it meant to ’shoot oneself in the foot’. He had meant the joke to be good for health and heart.
"Let’s go, Big Brother Ye. We should visit Grandpa."
Hong Qingyan took the initiative to grab Ye Feng’s hand, her face full of tenderness.
This isn’t how the script should go!
Ye Feng nodded blankly, expecting what should come next was an inquisition to get to the bottom of things.
Hong Family!
Ye Feng hadn’t slept well during the night, and neither had the members of the Hong Family, who had awaited his visit from noon to evening, and from evening to deep night, without seeing even a shadow of him.
Now they had gotten their wish, as Ye Feng arrived early in the morning before the members of the Hong Family had even woken up.
"Your Grace honors us with your presence, truly a blessing for our humble abode!"
Upon seeing Ye Feng coming with Hong Qingyan, Hong Zhenguo’s face bloomed with joy as if a flower had opened.
"Grandpa, I’m going to offer incense to Grandma first,"
Hong Qingyan said with a smile.
"All right!"
Hong Zhenguo nodded.
"I say, old man, given our current relationship, it doesn’t seem fitting for you to call me ’Your Grace’ anymore, does it?"
Ye Feng was empty-handed, his presence unencumbered, as the gifts had already arrived the day before.
"That’s true. However, positions must still be respected; order must be maintained, and propriety should not be disregarded,"
Hong Zhenguo said earnestly, stroking his chin.
"Nonsense!"
"When abroad, a commander may disobey the sovereign’s orders. And Hong Zhenguo, do you really think you’re still that old bodyguard? You’ve been dismissed long ago."
Ye Feng beckoned for Hong Zhenguo to join him inside. The Hong Family Courtyard wasn’t unfamiliar to him; as a younger man, he should give some leeway to his elders, even if it meant turning the tables.
"Your Grace, what are you trying to say? Though I’m not Huang Zhong, I still have the strength to carry your orders on my back,"
A commander may disobey the sovereign’s orders?
Do you even consider who’s now lurking under my watch, Hong Zhenguo laughed as well.