178: Chapter 178 If I'm not a dragon, I won't cross the river!

After completing registration at the City Lord's Mansion, Qin Feng and Zhao Simin followed the directions and were assigned a temporary residence in a secluded alley near the City Lord's Mansion—a small courtyard with a tri-unit stone house.

Before moving in, Qin Feng carefully studied the reward mechanism for resisting the beast tide on the bulletin board in front of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Killing one Early Foundation Establishment Stage Yao Beast rewards 100 contribution points."

"Middle Stage rewards 1,000 points, Late Stage 10,000 points, and Peak 100,000 points..."

Qin Feng stroked his chin, a glimmer of thought flashing through his eyes.

These contribution points could be exchanged in the treasury opened by the City Lord's Mansion for various cultivation resources that were usually priceless and unavailable.

His gaze swept rapidly across the exchange list, quickly locking onto the "Flying Magic Treasure" column.

"Third-tier Low Grade Flying Magical Artifact requires 100,000 contribution points..."

"Third-tier Medium Grade requires 1,000,000 contribution points..."

A rough glance made Qin Feng smack his lips; this price was truly not cheap.

If he were to kill Early Foundation Establishment Stage Yao Beasts step-by-step, he would have to kill one thousand of them to exchange for one Low Grade flying Magic Treasure; it was simply exhausting.

"It seems... I need to find an opportunity to pull off something big."

Qin Feng calculated secretly in his heart, the corners of his mouth curling into a dangerous arc.

Returning to the assigned tri-unit stone house.

"Creak—" The door was slammed shut, completely isolating the noise and chaos outside.

The furnishings inside the stone house were very simple, consisting only of a slightly moldy wooden bed and a rough wooden table.

Upon entering the room, Qin Feng didn't even bother to take off his long robe. He turned abruptly, and with a pair of thick, warm hands, he grabbed Zhao Simin's slender, delicate wrist roughly and irresistibly.

"Ah—!" Zhao Simin's delicate body stiffened suddenly. A faint, maidenly fragrance mixed with the scent of a ripe peach instantly filled the simple stone house.

Looking at the man so close to her, his eyes flashing with violent and aggressive cold light, her pretty Face flushed with an alluring crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Master... what... what are you doing again?!"

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzzing. Zhao Simin carried a hint of shyness, a hint of panic, and a kind of submission and anticipation that even she herself had not noticed.

With Yao Beasts roaring outside and the city in chaos, how could this man have nothing but wicked things on his mind?!

Qin Feng looked down at her exquisite Face, which was slightly dazed with nervousness. A wicked, roguish smile curled the corners of his mouth as he slowly leaned into her fair ear, exhaling a puff of hot air:

"Hmm." A simple word, yet it carried an unquestionable domineering air.

Zhao Simin, her heart blooming with joy, felt her whole body go limp. The strength she had originally intended to use to resist was drained away in an instant, and she collapsed into the man's arms...

It is unknown how much time had passed.

In the narrow alley outside the stone house, a burst of chaotic and rapid footsteps suddenly tore through the tranquility.

"It's here! Brother, I found out that after that little bastard finished registering, he was assigned to this tri-unit stone house!"

Gu Dashan had one arm in a sling, his Face deathly pale, but the resentment in his eyes was almost palpable as he pointed at the door where Qin Feng was and cursed loudly.

Beside him stood a sinister-looking middle-aged man wearing a gray Daoist robe and holding a dark cyan longsword.

His temples were bulging high, his eyes as deep as a hawk's, and his whole body emitted a suffocating, violent Aura of the Foundation Establishment Late Stage. The surrounding air was slightly distorted under the pressure of this Aura.

This man was Gu Dashan's own brother, Gu Teng, known in the city as "Immortal Master Xuanteng".

"Brother, listen. The noise inside..."

Gu Dashan leaned up to the door, listening to the faint sounds coming from inside. In an instant, his beady eyes turned so red they were almost bleeding, and he was shaking violently with jealousy:

"Damn it! The woman I had my eyes on, I haven't even touched her hand, yet she was taken by this brat. Brother, you must stand up for me today and kill this piece of trash!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Teng's Face also turned terrifyingly gloomy.

In Sunset City, their Gu family was at least a respectable existence. His own brother had been crippled of an arm in public; although a Foundation Establishment Cultivator could restore an arm with some Spirit Medicine, if word got out, where would they, the Gu brothers, put their Face?

"Hmph, a mere fledgling Foundation Establishment Early Stage, yet he dares to act so presumptuously here!"

Gu Teng let out a cold snort, a ruthless murderous intent flashing in the depths of his eyes.

"Boom—!!!" The next instant, he didn't hesitate at all. He raised his foot, carrying violent true essence, and fiercely kicked the stone house's fragile wooden door to smithereens.

The violent force tore the wooden door directly into wood chips and dust flying all over the sky, raging wildly in the narrow courtyard.

"Little bastard, get out here and talk to this old man—!!"

The aftermath of the violent true essence turned into a strong wind, instantly blowing away the dust inside the room.

Under the provocative and hateful gazes of Gu Dashan and the others, a tall and straight figure slowly walked out from behind the ruin-like door frame.

Qin Feng's expression was calm, even carrying a hint of laziness. He nonchalantly straightened the slightly messy collar of his black long robe while stepping over the threshold with elegant strides.

Behind him, Zhao Simin followed with her head bowed. Although she tried hard to cover it with a light veil, her stunningly beautiful Face with an unusual flush and her slightly messy hair still silently told what had just happened.

Seeing this scene, Gu Dashan was so jealous he nearly ground his teeth to dust, wishing he could rush up right now to tear the man apart alive and then swallow the woman whole...

Qin Feng stood still, his deep black eyes calmly scanning the aggressive crowd in front of the door. The corners of his mouth curled into a mocking, half-smiling arc as he said indifferently:

"Everyone's goal is to resist the beast tide and earn some rewards. You are being so aggressive, are you tired of living?"

"Brother, listen, this brat is at death's door and still dares to be so arrogant!" Gu Dashan shrieked hysterically from the side, roaring:

"Brother, don't waste words with him, we must kill this person today. I want to flay him, take that woman, and we will torture them day and night—!!"

"Shut up!" Gu Teng glared at his idiot brother with some disgust, then stepped forward. The terrifying Aura of the Foundation Establishment Late Stage all over his body, like an ancient sacred mountain descending, pressed down on Qin Feng overwhelmingly.

"Rumble—!" The immense air pressure even caused the surrounding walls to creak under the unbearable strain, and the gravel on the ground, pulled by the true essence, floated in mid-air.

Many of the surrounding Loose Cultivators who were watching saw this and turned pale with fright, retreating repeatedly for fear of being caught in the crossfire.

"Is... is this the strength of the Foundation Establishment Late Stage?! Too terrifying!"

"That brat is dead for sure. Having just made a Breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, how could he possibly be a match for a famous expert at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage?"

"Sigh, lust is a blade hanging over one's head. To lose one's life over a woman, it's not worth it..."

Amidst the sighs and disparaging remarks, Gu Teng's eyes were full of arrogance and contempt, like a cat playing with a mouse, as he spoke coldly:

"Fellow Daoist, out of respect for the City Lord's Mansion currently recruiting Cultivators to resist the beast tide, this old man can spare your life today."

As he spoke, Gu Teng waved his hand, like a high and mighty god delivering a verdict:

"Now, kneel for this old man! Kowtow three times to my brother to admit your mistake, and hand over the woman behind you, and this old man can spare you this once!"

"Otherwise, I'm afraid even the rules of the City Lord's Mansion won't be able to save your life."

The arrogant and threatening words echoed in the small tri-unit courtyard, making the surrounding people's eardrums buzz.

Just when everyone thought Qin Feng would be scared into kneeling and begging for mercy by the terrifying Aura, the young man in black standing in the center of the ruins suddenly lowered his head and chuckled strangely.

"Hehe..." Qin Feng slowly raised his head. On his handsome yet somewhat punchable Face, the smile grew richer, and a hint of mockery flickered in his deep black eyes.

He shrugged his shoulders and, in a calm tone, said word by word:

"Have your brother kneel and apologize, and I might consider sparing your lives."