Outside the Wen Mansion, Phoenix City, Celestial Martial Country.

"What's going on? Why does my head hurt so much?" A rustling sound reached the Longevity Immortal Monarch's ears as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Qingye, are you all right?" a middle-aged woman asked, rushing over to him.

"Qingye?" the Longevity Immortal Monarch murmured in confusion.

The Longevity Immortal Monarch was one of the Thirty-Six Immortal Monarchs of the Celestial Realm. He wasn't the most powerful of them, but he was the longest-living immortal.

Born in a primordial era, the Longevity Immortal Monarch lived through to the middle of high antiquity, dedicating himself to the study of the Longevity Secret Technique. Even the Nine Refining Pill Immortal held him in high regard. Moreover, his Unrivaled Swordsmanship, capable of shattering all techniques with a single stroke, held the entire Immortal Realm in awe for tens of thousands of years. It wasn't until countless new geniuses emerged that he gradually retreated into seclusion, fading from the sight of his fellow immortals. Still, none of them ever dared to underestimate him.

The Longevity Immortal Monarch's power was legendary, his might shaking the ages, but even he could not escape the end of his lifespan.

In his final moments, the Longevity Immortal Monarch used a Secret Technique he had spent years researching to bind his Divine Soul to a ring. He then cast it down into the Lower Realm. Unexpectedly, that very ring was found by the youth before him, Wen Qingye, leading to his own rebirth.

An immense flood of memories collided and merged with the boy's own, fusing into one.

This body's owner was named Wen Qingye, the eldest son of Wen Xu, Patriarch of the Wen Family—one of the four great families of Phoenix City in the Celestial Martial Country. His aptitude for cultivation was mediocre, and he was known for his weak, withdrawn personality, rarely interacting with outsiders.

Just recently, Wen Xu's second son, Wen Tongyu—Wen Qingye's younger brother by only a few days—broke through to the Seventh Level of Refining Essence at Purple Sun Prefecture, the top-ranked of Celestial Martial Country's three great academies. The news shocked the entire nation, and he was immediately accepted as a Direct Disciple by one of the prefecture's Elders.

When the Zhang Family, Phoenix City's most powerful clan, heard the news, they grew concerned. The Wen Family had already produced one genius in Wen Shibei, and now they had another in Wen Tongyu. How could the other families not worry?

The Zhang Family's Patriarch immediately came to propose a marriage alliance, with one condition: the son from the Wen Family would have to marry into the Zhang Family, becoming a live-in son-in-law.

At the same time, the Wen Family was facing a crisis of its own, having suffered massive losses after their shops were caught selling counterfeit medicine. They were in desperate need of aid.

Naturally, the son-in-law the Zhang Family wanted was one of the geniuses, Wen Tongyu or Wen Shibei. With enough time, either of them was destined to soar to great heights, bringing immense benefits and status to the Zhang Family.

But how could the Wen Family send one of its prized geniuses to another family? After some discussion, the clan elders decided to send Wen Qingye instead. After all, his aptitude was ordinary, he was still stuck at the Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer Heaven, and despite being the Patriarch's eldest son, he was of little use to the family.

This entire scheme was the brainchild of Wen Tongyu's mother, a woman of the Yao Clan. As Wen Xu's second wife, she had always despised Wen Qingye, simply because he had been born seven days before her own son, thus snatching away the title of legitimate eldest son.

When Wen Qingye's aptitude later proved to be ordinary while Wen Tongyu displayed extraordinary talent, Wen Xu was overjoyed and naturally showered affection on that branch of the family. As a result, Wen Qingye and his mother, from the Liu Clan, had endured years of scorn and ridicule from the Yao Clan.

And so, the Wen Family had gathered at the gate to see Wen Qingye off. Of course, their intentions were not so kind. With Wen Qingye gone, Wen Tongyu's status as the heir to the patriarch position would be undisputed. They were only there to curry favor with the family's future leader.

Just a moment ago, as Wen Qingye was about to board the carriage, the horses were suddenly startled. He fell, striking his head on the ground. His blood flowed onto the ring on his finger, and in that instant, the Longevity Immortal Monarch awakened.

"Mother, I'm fine," Wen Qingye said, shaking his head.

A wave of sadness washed over the woman from the Liu Clan. Fighting back tears, she choked out, "Qingye, my son, I can't bear to see you go. But your father has made his decision, and there's nothing I can do. You must take good care of yourself at the Zhang Family, do you understand?"

Wen Qingye's cousin, Wen Jie, chuckled. "First Aunt, don't you worry. Brother Qingye is off to marry Zhang Hui of the Zhang Family, a genius whose talent is said to be no less than Tongyu's. Even if he is marrying into their family, his future is sure to be bright."

"That's right. It's not like Qingye is any use to our Wen Family. Being able to marry the beautiful daughter of the Zhang Clan Leader is a blessing he must have earned over many past lives. You shouldn't worry, Sister-in-law," chimed in Wen Qingye's third aunt.

The woman from the Liu Clan glared at the surrounding family members and snapped, "All of you, shut your mouths! My son hasn't even left yet! No matter what, Qingye is the legitimate eldest son of the Patriarch's main line. It's not your place to gossip like this!"

Although she was the Patriarch's official wife, she seemed to command no respect.

"He's about to marry into their family. Soon he won't even be a member of the Wen Family. Some 'legitimate eldest son' he is."

"Exactly. The Patriarch's intentions are clear. Keeping Wen Qingye around is useless, so it's better to just give him away."

"Brother Qingye, if you get bullied at the Zhang Family, you'll just have to endure it. You won't be the legitimate eldest son over there. After all, you're the one marrying in."

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

His aunts, uncles' wives, and cousins—all of them laughed without a shred of pity.

The woman from the Liu Clan pointed a trembling finger at the crowd. "You... all of you..."

She then grabbed Wen Qingye's hand and whispered, "Qingye, don't listen to their nonsense. It's all just rubbish."

The Longevity Immortal Monarch—no, Wen Qingye—shook his head. "Don't worry, Mother. I'm not taking it to heart."

Watching his mother stand there all alone, taking on the crowd's ridicule as she defended him, Wen Qingye felt a string tug in his heart. He was genuinely moved.

Just then, an old man stepped forward. He scanned the crowd, and his brow furrowed when he saw Wen Qingye. "Why haven't you left? You are going to the Zhang Family to complete this marriage alliance in Tongyu's place. You should consider it an honor to be doing this for the Wen Family. Now hurry up and be on your way."

His mother opened her mouth as if to protest, but ultimately said nothing. Holding back her tears, she said slowly, "Qingye, get in the carriage. It will be dark soon."

Wen Qingye recognized the old man. It was Wen Gui, the Third Elder of the Wen Family, and one of the main proponents of this arrangement.

Wen Qingye glanced at the surrounding crowd. He slowly brushed the dust from his clothes and then spoke, his words deliberate and clear, "Do not forget what you have said today. I hope you won't live to regret it."

He then turned to his mother. "Mother, now that I'll be gone, you must take good care of yourself here in the Wen Mansion. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

With that, Wen Qingye turned and climbed into the carriage.

"Regret? Why would we regret it?"

"Wen Qingye is no longer one of us. We have nothing to regret."

"Sigh, that knock on the head must have made him delirious."

The Wen family members burst into laughter, scoffing at his words and paying them no mind.

Tears welled in his mother's eyes as she watched the carriage slowly disappear from sight.

Wen Gui watched the carriage vanish, then breathed a sigh of relief. 'Now that the marriage alliance with the Zhang Family is settled, we'll have their assistance. Our Wen Family can finally overcome this crisis.'

Sitting in the carriage, Wen Qingye found himself filled with the original body's memories and emotions. He felt an instinctive reluctance to leave his mother, and at the same time, a deep-seated hatred for his father, Wen Xu. This hatred extended to Wen Tongyu, the Yao Clan, and all the others in the Wen Family.

A faint smile touched Wen Qingye's lips. He tilted his head back and thought to himself, 'So you all see me as a pawn to be discarded? Fine. I will make every single one of you regret throwing away this "useless" pawn.'

From this moment on, he was both the Longevity Immortal Monarch and Wen Qingye.

His ethereal, wispy voice echoed within the carriage, fading away with the clip-clop of hooves as they left the Wen Mansion far behind.

...

The great hall of the Zhang Family, the most prominent family in Phoenix City.

A young woman stood below the main dais, where a middle-aged man sat in the seat of honor. Numerous others were seated in descending order of rank or stood along the sides, a clear display of the strict hierarchy and orderly system.

The young woman's beautiful face and exquisite figure radiated youthful vitality and playfulness. This was none other than the daughter of the Zhang Family Patriarch, Zhang Hui.

"I won't marry him! I will not marry Wen Qingye! If it were Wen Tongyu, I might consider it, but Wen Qingye? What is he? Does he think he's worthy of me?" A trace of disdain flashed in Zhang Hui's eyes. "I've barely even heard his name in Phoenix City. I won't marry him. From the Wen Family, the only one I approve of is Wen Tongyu."

When Zhang Hui spoke of Wen Tongyu, a distinct glimmer appeared in her eyes.

Zhang Hua's expression was grim as he said, "Wen Tongyu is considered a prodigy of his generation in our Celestial Martial Country. He is, indeed, the ideal son-in-law in my heart."

An Elder stood and added his agreement, "Yes, Patriarch. If you have Hui'er marry Wen Qingye, won't you be ruining her entire life?"

Hearing this, Zhang Hua could no longer contain his fury. "Outrageous! My intention was for Wen Tongyu to be the one to come. But the Wen Family... they sent me this piece of trash instead! They're treating me like a fool! It's just that I've already given the Wen Family my word. To go back on it now, I'm afraid..."

When Zhang Hua had gone to the Wen Family to discuss the marriage with Wen Xu, the terms had been veiled. Wen Xu had promised that Zhang Hua would be satisfied. He never expected Wen Xu to play word games with him. Satisfied? How could anyone be satisfied with Wen Qingye? Naturally, Zhang Hua was furious.

A young man slowly rose to his feet, a confident smile on his face. "Patriarch, I have a method, if you would care to hear it."

This young man was Zhang Hui's cousin, one of the few outstanding disciples of the Zhang Family's younger generation, Zhang Chuan.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Hua quickly asked, "Oh? Chuan'er, what is your plan?"

Zhang Chuan sneered, "The Wen Family used a bait-and-switch on us, so why can't we do the same? Uncle Hua, you said you would marry off *a* daughter. Don't you have another one?"

Zhang Hui's eyes lit up. "Are you talking about that girl born from a lowly slut, Zhang Xiaoyun?"

"Hui'er, don't speak such nonsense!" Zhang Hua chided.

Although he chided her, there wasn't a trace of anger in his eyes.

"Patriarch, I think Chuan'er's method is excellent."

"Indeed, Patriarch. This plan is feasible."

Hearing Zhang Chuan's method, the surrounding crowd nodded one after another in agreement.

Seeing that everyone was in agreement, which perfectly matched his own thoughts, Zhang Hua put on a troubled expression and said, "Very well. Since you all say so, and since the Wen Family tricked us first, we shall give them a taste of their own medicine."

Zhang Chuan sighed softly. "The only downside is that it's a waste of food."

An Elder beside him snorted. "Hmph. When the time comes, we'll just cut their allowance in half, won't we? The Zhang Family doesn't support freeloaders."

.......

"Young Master, we've arrived at the Zhang Mansion."

Wen Qingye was meditating with his eyes closed when a voice suddenly sounded.

"Alright, I understand," Wen Qingye nodded.

Wen Qingye stepped out of the carriage. The Zhang Mansion was bustling with activity, decorated with lanterns and colorful banners, with auspicious characters pasted everywhere. He saw an old woman and four or five servant girls standing at the entrance, seemingly waiting for him.

"Young Master Wen, I am the Matchmaker. Please, come in!" the old woman said with a smile when she saw Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye followed the Matchmaker into the Zhang Mansion, and the carriage returned to the Wen Family.

Wen Qingye asked, somewhat puzzled, "Where are we going?"

The Matchmaker said with a smile, "The Zhang Family Patriarch told me that to save some unnecessary trouble, Young Master Wen will proceed directly to the bridal chamber today, forgoing the other ceremonies."

Hearing this, Wen Qingye frowned. How could he not sense that something was fishy? A man's own daughter was getting married; how could the affair be handled so hastily? 'There must be some hidden secret here.'

The Matchmaker led the way, but the path became more and more remote. If the Matchmaker hadn't been right in front of him, Wen Qingye might have thought he'd already left the Zhang Mansion.

After a while, the Matchmaker led Wen Qingye into a small courtyard and said, "Go on in. You and the bride will be living here from now on, Young Master Wen. The bride is waiting inside for the consummation."

KNOCK, KNOCK!

As she spoke, without waiting for Wen Qingye to ask anything, she knocked on the door and announced, "The groom has arrived!"

"Young Master Wen, we will take our leave now."

With that, the Matchmaker ignored Wen Qingye and left with the servant girls, leaving him standing there alone.

Wen Qingye scanned his surroundings. The brick walls were old, glowing with a faint greenish hue. But the night was clear, and the courtyard was clean, though desolate. A single peach tree stood in the yard, and nothing else.

The feeling it gave off was one of desolate coldness.

Wen Qingye couldn't help but find it all absurd. He hadn't even seen a single member of the Zhang Family, yet he was about to be married. The whole situation was simply unbelievable.

'Still, this is my first time entering the bridal chamber.' A flicker of curiosity rose in his heart. He slowly pushed the door open. Upon entering, he found the furnishings inside were old, but they were wiped clean, reflecting a faint light from the flickering candles.

The red decorations around the room were just casually laid-out scraps of red cloth. The only decent thing in the room was the pair of red candles.

A person sat by the side of the bed, a red veil covering their head. Yet, they were dressed in simple cloth garments, a very hasty arrangement. He couldn't see their face, but their hands were clenched tightly, revealing their inner anxiety.

Wen Qingye slowly walked over. As he stood before her, he noticed that her hands were covered in calluses. 'How strange,' he thought. 'How could the pampered young lady of the Zhang Family have hands full of calluses?'

Despite his thoughts, he gently lifted the red veil.

He saw a slender woman with a full head of beautiful, glossy black hair that carried a light fragrance. A single silver hairpin was her only adornment. Her eyes held a trace of shyness, and the right half of her face was smooth, fair, and utterly captivating.

But in the next moment, as Wen Qingye's gaze slowly shifted...

The left side of her face was marred by a heartbreaking scar, as if from a burn. It destroyed the otherwise perfect beauty, giving one a jolt. A sense of shock filled his heart. The base of the woman's neck was flushed red, revealing her nervousness.

Wen Qingye slowly sat down beside her and asked, "What is your name?"

"My name is Zhang Xiaoyun," the woman said, lowering her head. Her voice was like a soft, fine thread, weaving its way directly into Wen Qingye's heart.

'Zhang Xiaoyun.' Wen Qingye thought for a moment and realized he had no impression of that name.

"And your father is?"

Zhang Xiaoyun's expression dimmed. She slowly said, "My father is the Zhang Family Patriarch, Zhang Hua. My mother was a servant girl. I was born by... accident."

Wen Qingye nodded. Things were just as he had expected. That Zhang Hua had used a classic bait-and-switch. He hadn't been allowed to marry the man's treasured pearl, but instead one of his illegitimate daughters.

Wen Qingye looked at Zhang Xiaoyun and continued to ask, "What about your mother? Is this where you two lived?"

"Yes... but my mother passed away not long ago." As Zhang Xiaoyun spoke, she kept her head lowered. Towards the end, her voice choked with emotion. "So now... it's just me."

After a long silence, Zhang Xiaoyun finally raised her head, her cheeks so red it seemed as if blood might drip from them. A glimmer of longing shone in her eyes as she said softly, "Husband, let me help you undress."

Saying this, Zhang Xiaoyun stood up and walked to Wen Qingye's side.

"No need. I can do it myself."

At this moment, Wen Qingye's heart was incomparably calm, like the still water of an ancient well.

Wen Qingye pulled back the covers for her and said with a faint smile, "Go to sleep. It's cold out."

Hearing his words, Zhang Xiaoyun's face flushed red, and a warmth spread through her heart. It had been so long since anyone had spoken to her with such kindness. She slipped under the covers like a little kitten, feeling as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest.

Wen Qingye gently blew out the candles, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

...

Wen Qingye sat cross-legged by the bed and began to circulate the Magic Technique from his past life, the Longevity Technique.

The surrounding Primordial Qi surged madly into Wen Qingye's Dantian, and he felt as if that barrier was about to break.

As the Longevity Technique continued to circulate, the barrier seemed to loosen. Since this was the first time he had circulated the Longevity Technique, Wen Qingye felt as if this body was about to explode.

BOOM!

Suddenly, Wen Qingye's mind went slightly blank. The Primordial Qi in his body gushed forth like a surging tide, relentlessly crashing against the barrier.

Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer Heaven!

Wen Qingye knew that this body's aptitude was truly poor. He had only broken through because it was the first time he had circulated the Longevity Technique. He wouldn't be so lucky with his next breakthrough.

It was already late at night. When Wen Qingye opened his eyes again, he found Zhang Xiaoyun crouched over, watching him with wide eyes.

"It's so late, you're not asleep yet?" Wen Qingye asked with a smile.

Zhang Xiaoyun said in a small voice, "Husband, you aren't asleep. How could I dare to sleep first?"

A sense of pity rose in Wen Qingye's heart. He said, "I don't have so many rules. Just go to sleep when you're tired."

As he spoke, Wen Qingye pulled up the covers and lay down to sleep.

After a moment, Wen Qingye suddenly heard the sound of sobbing.

Wen Qingye grew curious. He sat up and looked at Zhang Xiaoyun, only to see her hiding in a corner, secretly wiping away her tears.

He quickly asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen to upset you?"

Zhang Xiaoyun choked out, "Husband, do you find me repulsive? Is it because of the scar on my left cheek? You don't want to... consummate our marriage?"

"Of course not. Don't overthink it." Wen Qingye was in a difficult position, but he suddenly thought of an excuse. "It's just that the Magic Technique I cultivate requires me to maintain my virginity. Otherwise, I'll lose my cultivation."

'This sudden marriage and consummation are just too absurd.'

"Ah!" Zhang Xiaoyun exclaimed in surprise.

Wen Qingye smiled. "So, don't let your imagination run wild. You still have to make me breakfast tomorrow morning."

Zhang Xiaoyun nodded, then obediently curled up in the corner and went to sleep.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoyun close her eyes, Wen Qingye breathed a sigh of relief and lay down to sleep. He was exhausted from his recent cultivation breakthrough, so he fell asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.

The next day, Wen Qingye was slowly awakened by a clamor of voices.

"Little Sister Yun, how was your wedding night?"

"Come on, tell your big brother here how it was last night."

"That coward Wen Qingye, he must have wronged you last night, didn't he?"

Zhang Xiaoyun, who was fetching water by the nearby well, couldn't help but snap at the surrounding Zhang Family disciples, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Ooh, getting tough, are we? Already speaking up for that brat Wen Qingye."

"Yeah, it hasn't even been a full day since you married into his family."

"Wen Qingye was really unlucky to marry you. Have you forgotten what you look like?"

"Tell Wen Qingye to get his ass out here! Let us get a good look at his pathetic face!"

Zhang Xiaoyun stood there, silently drawing water, her eyes filled with tears.

"HAHAHAHA!" "HAHAHA!"

The members of the Zhang Family all laughed without restraint.

"Have you had your laugh?"

Suddenly, a cold voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Well, well, Young Master Wen is awake. How was your night?" a youth with sharp, ape-like features sneered when he saw Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye frowned. He had some impression of this man in his memory. His name was Zhang Qiu, and his strength was mediocre—only at the Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer Heaven—but he loved to stir up trouble.

Wen Qingye had run into him a few times on the streets before. He would always subtly mock Wen Qingye, but back then, Wen Qingye was weaker than him and had a timid personality, so he endured it again and again. This only made Zhang Qiu more and more brazen.

"I'd be quite happy if you'd hurry up and get lost," Wen Qingye said coldly.

Zhang Qiu felt as if he had misheard. He glared and demanded, "What did you say? Say that again!"

The surrounding Zhang Family members were also stunned for a moment before staring at Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye nodded and said nonchalantly, "Fine. I'll say it again. I told you to... scram!"

Scram!

That word echoed endlessly in the small courtyard.

"Good. Good. Very good," Zhang Qiu said, biting his lip and nodding.

"Wen Qingye, this is the Zhang Family! You don't get to act so insolent here!"

"Zhang Qiu, go! Teach him a lesson!"

"Yeah, show him the might of our Zhang Family!"

Zhang Qiu cracked his neck, making a "CRACK, CRACK" sound. "I'd like to see what gives you so much courage."

Zhang Xiaoyun said anxiously, "My husband is the eldest son of the Wen Family Patriarch! How dare you attack him?"

Zhang Qiu sneered, "The eldest son of the Wen Family Patriarch? Hmph, you're dreaming. Wen Qingye is just an abandoned pawn of the Wen Family."

The moment he finished speaking, he stomped his foot, and the surrounding Primordial Qi rippled outwards like a wave. Zhang Qiu threw a punch with devastating momentum.

Wen Qingye stood protectively in front of Zhang Xiaoyun, not dodging or evading. The light in his eyes grew increasingly icy as he met the attack with a seemingly ordinary punch.

BANG!

Both of them retreated several steps. Wen Qingye channeled the massive Primordial Qi aftershock directly into the ground beneath his feet, and a crack appeared in the earth. It seemed neither had gained an advantage.

'Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer Heaven!' A look of horror flashed through Zhang Qiu's eyes as he stared at Wen Qingye. 'He actually broke through!'

"Fierce Bull Rushing into the Wild!"

Zhang Qiu's fist flickered with a dark glow, like the thick horn of a fierce bull. It carried a boundless sharpness and Qi Aura, and the surrounding air whistled, "SWOOSH! SWOOSH!"

Wen Qingye had intended to use a Fist Technique from his past, but he suddenly realized that even the most basic of them required a cultivation of at least the Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer Heaven.

Wen Qingye had no choice but to sidestep like a fluttering butterfly, letting Zhang Qiu's fist graze past him.

'I developed this Butterfly Step in my past life after chancing upon two butterflies dancing in the air. I never thought I'd use it today.'

Seeing Wen Qingye dodge his Fist Technique, Zhang Qiu was delighted. Primordial Qi surged through his body like a raging river, gathering heavily in his palms.

"Bull Charge!"

Zhang Qiu threw another punch. The might of this strike was thirty percent greater than his previous use of Bull Demon's Strength. He lunged like a charging bull, filled with unstoppable momentum and might.

But Wen Qingye simply shifted his feet, stepped out with his left foot, and clenched both fists. A layer of dark, dazzling light enveloped them, enough to strike fear into anyone's heart.

"Fierce Bull Rushing into the Wild!"

BANG!

Zhang Qiu's entire body flew backward like a kite with a snapped string and crashed to the ground, where he howled in pain.

The surrounding Zhang Family disciples' eyes went wide. They rubbed them and looked again.

"Zhang Qiu is no match for Wen Qingye? This is unbelievable!"

"Is that really Zhang Qiu on the ground? How is that possible? I remember Zhang Qiu cornering Wen Qingye at the intersection on West Street just last month."

"How does Wen Qingye know our Zhang Family's Basic Boxing Skill? And he uses it even better than I do!"

Zhang Qiu stared at Wen Qingye in stunned disbelief, as if he were seeing a ghost. "How do you know the Fierce Bull Fist Technique? That's our Zhang Family's introductory Fist Technique! And why is your execution even better than mine?"

Wen Qingye said casually, "I learned it from you. Weren't you just using it a moment ago?"

"You're lying!" Zhang Qiu immediately shot to his feet and roared, "I've practiced the Fierce Bull Fist Technique for two or three years to be able to perform it completely! How could you possibly learn the Fierce Bull Fist Technique just by seeing it once? I don't believe it!"

'The true meaning of this Fierce Bull Fist Technique is so simple,' he thought. 'I understood it with a single glance. After that, it was just a matter of copying the moves, which was easy.'

Zhang Qiu gritted his teeth and said, "Wen Qingye, your cultivation has broken through to the Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer Heaven, and you've diligently studied our Zhang Family's Fierce Bull Fist Technique. I am not your match, but..."

BANG!

"I told you to scram. Why are you still spouting so much nonsense?"

Wen Qingye punched Zhang Qiu in the face, sending him flying to the courtyard gate with a single blow.

Zhang Qiu shot Wen Qingye a venomous glare and was about to speak, but when he saw the fury in Wen Qingye's eyes, he swallowed hard, turned around, and fled.

Wen Qingye's eyes swept over the remaining Zhang Family disciples as he said coolly, "Scram!"

The expressions of the surrounding Zhang Family disciples changed drastically. One of them shouted, "Wen Qingye, don't get ahead of yourself! This is the Zhang Family! Let me tell you..."

Wen Qingye rushed forward. The charge of a fierce bull, the valor of a fierce bull, the power of a fierce bull—Wen Qingye perfectly channeled all of it in an instant. He threw a punch with his right hand, and the air seemed to tear apart.

SPIT!

That Zhang Family disciple was sent flying, and once he hit the ground, he couldn't get up for quite some time.

"Let's get him together! I don't believe we can't take one guy!"

"Yeah, let's all attack at once!"

"Let's teach Wen Qingye a lesson and get out of here!"

The Zhang Family disciples all shouted loudly.

"You... you're shameless!" Zhang Xiaoyun couldn't help but cry out when she saw the Zhang Family disciples rushing Wen Qingye together. She turned anxiously to Wen Qingye. "Husband, let's run! We can find the head steward! The head steward is a kind man, he'll definitely handle this!"

"No need. You should step back first," Wen Qingye said with a faint smile.

Zhang Xiaoyun froze. For some reason, Wen Qingye's words carried great force. She couldn't help but take several steps back, her eyes fixed on his back. It was as if he were an entire world unto himself. For the first time, she felt what it was like to be protected.