37: If you're bad at cooking, practice more; you only have yourself to blame.

As for Huangfu Yi, he thought this sneak attack was a guaranteed success.

But to his surprise, before he could even reach his target, the opponent's counterattack had already landed on him.

He felt a terrifying Sword Intent instantly plunge into his abdomen.

Only a loud 'bang' was heard.

The clothes on his body were all blown away.

Yet his skin showed not the slightest bit of damage!

However, he was shocked to discover that his Dantian had already shattered.

Feng Ming took a look and frowned slightly.

The entry level of the Subtle Sword Intent Realm.

It seems this lethality isn't good enough; I still need to practice more.

I just don't know how the opponent's internal organs are faring.

The reason he chose to use Sword Intent to counterattack was that he wanted to damage the internal organs without destroying the opponent's exterior.

It would be even better if it could destroy something like a Dantian.

Huangfu Yi lowered his head in shock to look at his abdomen.

His Dantian was gone.

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi he had worked so hard to Cultivate and accumulate in his Dantian actually all dissipated at this moment.

He couldn't even grasp a bit of it!

At the same time, the spectators below also let out bursts of exclamation.

"Brother, I wasn't seeing things just now, was I? I think I saw Sword Intent?"

"I saw it too."

"Since we all saw it, how could we be seeing things? That was truly Sword Intent."

"How is this possible? It's common knowledge in Lianmian Town that Feng Ming's legs are crippled; how long has it been since he recovered?"

"That Sword Intent just now was so terrifying, are you sure it was him who used it?"

"If that's really the case, it's understandable why Feng Ming didn't take the stage; he's not a coward at all, but rather wanted to give Huangfu Yi a chance."

"Haha, speaking of which, this is just too messed up. Huangfu Yi wanted to find a weakling, but he didn't expect to pick a tough bone. He's in trouble now."

The crowd discussed animatedly.

Feng Family Eldest Uncle had a blank expression on his face.

The surrounding discussions drilled into his mind word by word.

He recognized every word and understood them, but why did it seem like he couldn't understand when they were put together?

Feng Ming has mastered Sword Intent?

So, the strongest person in the Feng Family now isn't Shuwan, nor his son, nor even his father, but this person before him...

The nephew who was paralyzed for sixteen years and had only just returned to normal?

Just as shocked as him was Autumn Chrysanthemum, who had been following Lu An'an.

At this moment, her mouth was wide open in disbelief.

"No, this move by Feng Ming is too strong. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to withstand it at all."

"Young Miss, your eye for people really is quite good. If only he weren't a married man, it would be even better."

"This is great; he's strong himself, and his wife is also very formidable. If you asked me to help you snatch him, I wouldn't be able to at all."

Lu An'an's shock was no less than Autumn Chrysanthemum's.

From the time she met him until now, although it hadn't been long, Lu An'an could feel that Feng Ming was someone who acted with discretion and a sense of proportion.

Before meeting him, everyone said he was a cripple whose legs were immobile.

At first sight, he was like jade on the road, a Young Master unparalleled in the world, with an extraordinary bearing.

Meeting again, a few words shattered her perceptions, and he even gifted her an Eternal Masterpiece.

This meeting, counting them all, was only the third time.

But this time, she witnessed Feng Ming's incomparably powerful strength.

"No one ever said Young Master Feng's strength was this great."

Autumn Chrysanthemum was dumbfounded. "Young Miss, you didn't know, yet you dared to sell yourself?"

"Now your deed of sale is in his hands. His strength is so great; what if he doesn't allow you to redeem yourself in the future and forcibly takes you as his woman?"

Hearing this, Lu An'an's face showed a hint of bashfulness.

She murmured in a low voice.

"Young Master Feng... would he really do such a thing?"

Autumn Chrysanthemum rolled her eyes. "No, Young Miss, I see you've been bewitched by him. Not only are you not worried, but you actually have a look of expectation."

"Forget it, you probably can't wait to marry Young Master Feng."

"I do not," Lu An'an retorted.

"Don't talk nonsense. You can't beat either of those two. If you get beaten for saying the wrong thing, I won't plead for mercy for you."

Autumn Chrysanthemum's face fell. "Young Miss, you've changed."

The two of them bickered back and forth.

Seeing that Feng Ming's crisis was resolved, Jiang Shuwan rushed over with an excited face.

"Husband, you're so amazing."

Feng Ming raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "I'd prefer to hear those words in a different setting."

Jiang Shuwan's face turned red, and she was full of shame and indignation. "Husband, why are you always so improper? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at!"

Feng Ming didn't care. "They'll laugh? They're probably too busy being envious, right?"

The people around couldn't hear specifically what the two said, but Jiang Shuwan's bashfulness was plain to see.

Their hearts were filled with envy.

Jiang Shu was very beautiful.

Her strength was also so outstanding.

Crucially, her maiden family was also powerful.

Feng Ming being able to marry such a good wife was simply a stroke of incredible luck.

Many people were wondering how Feng Mian would react when he returned and found out that such a good wife had been married by his own younger brother.

But everyone was envious.

What was even harder for everyone to accept was not that he married such a powerful and beautiful wife.

But that this match, which had caused a sensation throughout Liumian Prefecture, would end in this way.

Throughout the entire process, the one who had shouted the loudest at the beginning was the one getting beaten.

Three slaps, one sword strike.

No, he didn't even draw a sword; he just used a finger, carrying Sword Intent, to defeat him.

Huangfu Yi slowly raised his head and looked at Feng Ming, his eyes already swept by fury.

Inside his body, the results of many years of Cultivation were gone.

Not a single trace was left.

Without a Dantian, even his future path was cut off.

He hated it so much.

His whole being went completely mad, and he charged toward Feng Ming like a cannonball.

Unfortunately, even when he had his strength, he was no match for Feng Ming.

Much less now?

Before he could reach him, he was already blocked by the Huangfu Family's servants.

"Young Master, don't act recklessly."

"Right now you've only lost your Dantian; if you keep fighting, you'll lose your life."

"Exactly. You were the one who staged a sneak attack, so you're in the wrong. If you keep fighting and Feng Ming kills you, our Huangfu Family won't even have a reason to hold him responsible."

Huangfu Yi: "..."

Very well, good advice.

But... he really wanted to kill someone.

Now, in order not to be killed,

He could only force himself to calm down.

Ignoring the blow Huangfu Yi had suffered, Feng Ming spoke calmly.

"Today's match originated from the Huangfu Family's Eldest Young Miss, Huangfu Yunyan, causing trouble at Linglong Pavilion and slapping someone from my Feng Family."

"My wife was forced to fight back and teach the Huangfu Family's Eldest Young Miss a lesson. Young Master Huangfu then came to deliver a challenge to my wife to seek justice for his sister."

"Today's match has ended. Young Master Huangfu's skills were inferior, and unable to defeat my wife, he launched a sneak attack on me, only to be defeated by me, resulting in a shattered Dantian."

"Today's result is entirely Young Master Huangfu's own doing. Everyone present saw it clearly. If you are unwilling to accept this, you are more than welcome to seek out the Main Family Branch in Qingyang City for revenge."

"My Feng Family acts uprightly and honorably. Whatever tricks you have, we will face them."

"Farewell!"

After saying that, Feng Ming took Jiang Shuwan's hand and walked down from the square as if taking a stroll.

Huangfu Yi stood on the stage, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

Yet he could only watch helplessly as Feng Ming and Jiang Shuwan left.

The hatred in his heart was like a flooding river.

Originally, he had indeed planned to ask the Main Family Branch to help him vent this grievance.

But now, with Feng Ming's words, his path of retreat was blocked.

Now that the spectators knew the reason for the matter, would they still stand on the side of the Huangfu Family?

Of course, a more serious consequence was that after Feng Ming said this, it was the Huangfu Family who looked for trouble first.

Then they failed the challenge and resorted to a sneak attack.

The Huangfu Family not only lacked justification, but they were also ground into the dirt by the Feng Family.

"Feng Ming, you just wait. For today's humiliation, I, Huangfu Yi, will not rest until one of us is dead."

Hmph, so what if Feng Ming said that?

Can he really oppose the Huangfu Family?

Besides, his father had already thought of a way to deal with them. So what if he lost today?

The Feng Family will have to get out of Lianmian Town sooner or later.

Huangfu Yi glared fiercely at Feng Ming and said to the servants, "Let's go!"

After hearing Feng Ming's words, the surrounding crowd suddenly realized the truth.

When they looked at Huangfu Yi, not only was there not a shred of sympathy, but they actually felt he got what he deserved.

Most Cultivators possess a sense of pride and have always disdained performing sneak attacks.

Huangfu Yi had no righteous cause and failed his sneak attack; in return, he received only disgust and mockery.