106: Chapter 106 Becoming your husband, that's something to consider.

Jiang Feng's gaze swept over the woman, calm and collected.

Wild, full of tension.

Her bronze skin shimmered with a honey-like luster. Below her flat, toned abdomen, a pair of long legs radiated a sense of power; unlike the gentle softness of Su Wan and the others, hers were full of vigor and explosive strength.

Truly top-tier.

Jiang Feng evaluated internally.

Accustomed to the gentleness of Su Wan and the others, occasionally changing to this wild flavor was not without its own enjoyment.

However...

Be a male slave to her maid?

That was a bit insulting.

He, Jiang Feng, was the dignified Old Ancestor of the Jiang Family, with wives and concubines in droves, a figure whose mere footstep would make the Huoyang Commandery tremble.

Even if stranded here and having lost his Foundation, there was absolutely no reason for him to become a plaything for someone's maid.

If this were to spread back to the Spirit Realm, wouldn't his reputation for incredible stamina become a massive joke?

"Not interested."

Jiang Feng spat out the three words, his voice flat.

He couldn't even be bothered to look at the other party again; he waved his hand and turned to leave.

That attitude showed he completely disregarded the group of people before him.

"Insolent!"

"Stop!"

"You ungrateful wretch!"

Jiang Feng's arrogant attitude completely infuriated the group of masked men.

Several angry shouts exploded. Seven or eight burly men urged their mounts forward, instantly sealing off Jiang Feng's retreat. As they dismounted, a series of dull thuds echoed.

They clenched their fists, their knuckles popping with crisp sounds, their eyes locked onto Jiang Feng, filled with Killing Intent.

The woman they called "Little Mistress" did not speak.

She crossed her arms with keen interest, watching this scene, a playful arc curling at the corner of her mouth instead.

This man was very interesting.

His silk robe, which seemed fragile in this world, and his full head of white hair, formed a stark contrast with the terrifying power contained within his body.

She wanted to see where this prey's limits lay.

Jiang Feng stopped, scanning the men who had surrounded him completely, his face devoid of even a ripple of emotion.

So what if there was no Spiritual Qi?

This Physical Body, strengthened countless times by the System, was the most terrifying weapon.

Why would he need to use his full strength to deal with these few natives?

It was the perfect opportunity to establish his authority, lest he really be treated as a soft persimmon that could be squeezed at will.

"Come at me together."

Jiang Feng extended his right hand, beckoned with his index finger at the crowd, his tone indifferent.

"Don't waste my time."

"Seeking death!"

How could those men have ever endured such an insult, given this contemptuous attitude?

A burly man roared, his fist, the size of a sand pot, whipping up a fierce wind as he was the first to charge toward Jiang Feng's face!

The others followed closely, closing in from all directions simultaneously, their fists and feet whipping up wind; they were clearly battle-hardened experts who had coordinated for years.

Yet in Jiang Feng's eyes, all of this was laughably slow and full of openings.

The first burly man to reach him couldn't even stir a single strand of Jiang Feng's hair with his fist wind.

He only felt a blur before his eyes, and a palm landed lightly on his chest.

That hand looked completely devoid of strength.

The next instant, a terrifying force like a landslide or tsunami erupted!

The burly man's eyes bulged, he let out a short, miserable wail, and flew backward, crashing through two trees before slamming heavily onto the ground, silent.

Jiang Feng's figure flashed.

He strolled leisurely within the encirclement, his figure flickering unpredictably.

Bang!

A leg kicked from the side by a burly man was grabbed by him and twisted in reverse.

Amidst the sound of shattering bones, the burly man let out a shrill scream.

Bang! Bang!

Jiang Feng didn't even throw a punch; he simply sidestepped, parried, and shoulder-checked.

Every physical contact was accompanied by bone fractures and muffled groans.

In just over a dozen breaths, the seven or eight burly men who had been so aggressive just moments ago were now all collapsed on the ground, curled up, twitching in pain, and had completely lost the ability to resist.

From beginning to end, not even a corner of Jiang Feng's clothes had been ruffled.

"Clap, clap, clap."

The woman clapped gently and walked over with her long legs.

In her wild eyes, a glow of excitement was almost overflowing.

"Good skills."

She saw clearly that this white-haired man had dealt with her elites effortlessly.

His strange attire, that innate arrogance, combined with this unbelievable Physical Body strength...

A thought surfaced in her mind.

"You are not from this world."

The woman stood before Jiang Feng, her tone certain.

Jiang Feng's movements paused, and he finally looked her straight in the eye.

"I am not."

He admitted it exceptionally readily.

"Very well."

The woman smiled, her smile containing a bit more genuine appreciation.

"I apologize for my rashness just now."

She paused and extended the invitation again.

"Now, are you interested in returning to the Chilian Tribe with me?"

"Not interested."

Jiang Feng's reply remained crisp and decisive.

The smile on the woman's face froze.

She took a deep breath and threw out her final bargaining chip.

"What if... I could tell you a way to leave this world?"

The foot Jiang Feng was about to lift came to a sudden halt.

He turned slowly, eyes slightly narrowed, re-evaluating the woman before him.

"What way?"

"Come back to the Chilian Tribe with me."

Seeing his reaction, the woman said immediately, "Once we reach the tribe, I will naturally tell you."

Jiang Feng was silent for a moment.

He had just arrived, was completely in the dark, and that mysterious woman in his mind was playing dead again.

Following these natives seemed to be the only way out.

"Fine."

Jiang Feng finally nodded.

A triumphant smile appeared on the woman's face.

But Jiang Feng's next sentence caused the smile on her face to instantly freeze.

"I can go back with you."

"But there is a condition..."

Jiang Feng's gaze scanned her body wantonly, top to bottom; that look was not like he was looking at a tribal leader, but rather evaluating the quality of goods.

Immediately, he grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"I'm not interested in being some male slave to your maid."

He changed his tone, suddenly leaning close to the woman, almost against her earlobe, and whispered lewdly in a voice carrying heat that only the two of them could hear:

"However... Being your husband, that is something I can consider."

The woman's body stiffened abruptly, a wave of heat rushing from her earlobes straight to her cheeks.

Having lived for over twenty years, no man had ever dared to speak to her in such a manner.

Especially those two words, "husband"...

"You have some nerve!"

Before she could react, the men behind her who had just struggled to get up saw this scene, their eyes splitting with rage, roaring as they wanted to charge up.

The woman just slightly raised her hand, and all noise ceased abruptly.

She slowly pulled away from Jiang Feng, the flush on her face fading rapidly, replaced by an even more dangerous smile.

"Hehe... Husband?"

She repeated the two words playfully.

"In this world, these two words are a taboo."

"You want to break it?"

"We shall see if you have the ability to do so."