Chapter 145: I'll Kill You, You Pervert

Qiu Li and the others were completely baffled, having no inkling of what Chu Tianfeng meant.

Feng Mingxue was equally clueless. She glared fiercely at Chu Tianfeng, eager to see what game he was playing.

"Senior Chu, we truly did not know she was your honored wife. We hope you can be the bigger person, spare us our faults, and let us go," Qiu Li hastily said, cupping his fists.

Your honored wife, my foot! Chu Tianfeng had no choice but to transmit his voice directly to Qiu Li: "Damn it all, get the hell out of here before I change my mind!"

Though puzzled as to why Chu Tianfeng was letting them off, Qiu Li knew this was no time for contemplation—it was time for action!

Run! Without a second thought, Qiu Li spun around and bolted.

The other five stood frozen for a moment. Seeing that Chu Tianfeng made no move to stop them, they immediately kicked off with their legs and fled for their lives!

"Hey! Don't run!" Realizing something was amiss, Feng Mingxue stomped her foot in frustration, then turned to Chu Tianfeng, "Why aren't you chasing them?"

Chase my foot! Chu Tianfeng held no fondness for these so-called great families, and since he harbored no personal grudges against Qiu Li and his companions, he saw no reason to fight battles on behalf of the Feng family.

"Hey! You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Watching the figures sprinting off into the distance, Feng Mingxue finally connected the dots and cast a resentful glare at Chu Tianfeng.

Chu Tianfeng hummed unconcernedly to himself: "Your face is round and red as can be, just like an autumn apple on the tree."

"Get lost!" Feng Mingxue's cheeks flushed slightly as she shot him an annoyed glare. "Are you friends with those perverts?"

"Friends, my ass! This young master is tired and doesn't feel like chasing them, alright?" Chu Tianfeng rolled his eyes.

While he had crossed paths with Qiu Li once before, they were certainly far from being friends.

"Hmph! I hope you have nothing to do with them, or you're dead meat." Feng Mingxue gritted her pearly whites until they clicked. "The moment we get back, I'll tell my mother and ask her to issue a bounty hunt order. Let's see where they can hide!"

"Wait, how much is the bounty?" Hearing that money was involved, Chu Tianfeng immediately perked up.

As long as the pay was right, he could easily manage to conjure up a grudge against Qiu Li even if they were on good terms.

Of course, it depended on the sum. He certainly wasn't going to dance about and fight Qiu Li to the death just because Feng Mingxue tossed him a few hundred bucks.

Integrity! Integrity was something that definitely couldn't be bought for a few hundred bucks!

"One hundred thousand each!" Feng Mingxue raised a finger and waved it.

Chu Tianfeng turned and walked away. One hundred thousand each meant six hundred thousand total for all six. To kill people for a mere few hundred thousand—even if they were heinous criminals—was a thoroughly poor bargain in his eyes.

"You can get six hundred thousand just by lifting a finger, what more do you want?" Seeing that Chu Tianfeng remained unmoved, Feng Mingxue hurried after him.

"This young master doesn't have the time!" With that, Chu Tianfeng accelerated his pace and headed straight toward the center of the swamp.

With that kind of time, he might as well slaughter a couple of crocodiles and harvest their monster cores; that would be far more profitable.

A single monster core was worth at least ten to twenty spiritual stones. Based on the auction prices at the Li family estate, a monster core was roughly equivalent to two or three million!

Killing a crocodile fetched two or three million, whereas killing a person yielded only a hundred thousand. A simple mental calculation was all it took for Chu Tianfeng to know which choice to make.

"Hey!" Feng Mingxue noticed several crocodiles lunging toward her from the side. Drained of color and panic-stricken, she shrieked, "Wait for me!"

The two of them, one leading the other, raced back toward the edge of the swamp.

Half an hour later, they returned to the campsite.

From a hundred meters away, they could already see a massive crowd gathered together. There were well over a hundred people of all ages and genders, making a racket like a bustling marketplace.

Fatty Bai Yucheng's voice was the loudest: "No bargaining! One vitality stone gets you one hind leg or two front legs."

Chu Tianfeng and Feng Mingxue exchanged glances, both reading the shock in each other's eyes.

They strode quickly to the front, and sure enough, the center of the crowd was occupied by Bai Yucheng and his associates. Bai Yucheng collected the payments, while Long Fei and the Du brothers distributed the crocodile legs.

Long Yue, Du Jingjing, and a group of other beauties stood along the sidelines, chatting amiably with the customers.

Spotting Chu Tianfeng, Bai Yucheng immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brother Chu, be quick! Roast some more crocodile legs!"

Hearing that Chu Tianfeng had arrived, the crowd automatically parted to let him through.

Some individuals even squeezed right up to Chu Tianfeng, waving spiritual stones in their hands as they shouted, "Brother Chu, I'll reserve a hind leg first!"

"Brother Chu, take mine! I want two front legs."

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Chu Tianfeng smiled and nodded in greeting to everyone. Walking over to Bai Yucheng, he asked, "What's going on here?"

"Hehe!" Bai Yucheng laughed. "I never expected these crocodile legs to be such a massive hit. Everyone wants a taste. What do you think we should do?"

"Didn't I roast over twenty of them?" Chu Tianfeng asked again.

"Hehe, I kept a dozen back," Bai Yucheng whispered. "Brother Chu, we're helping you sell the crocodile meat, so you can't possibly shortchange us, right? Hurry up and roast some more; these people are getting impatient."

With no other choice, Chu Tianfeng headed to the rear area and surreptitiously pulled a large batch of crocodile legs from his spatial ring while no one was watching.

"I heard you ran into some perverts today?" Du Jingjing walked quietly to his side and helped him set up the barbecue grill.

Chu Tianfeng glanced in the direction of Feng Mingxue, who was still chatting loudly in the distance, and the corners of his mouth twitched upward. "Is that little girl from the Feng family out of her mind? Making a big deal out of bumping into a few scoundrels."

"She also claimed you were in cahoots with those scoundrels, that you not only helped them chase her but intentionally let them escape," Du Jingjing said with a smile.

Pfft! Chu Tianfeng nearly tripped over his own feet.

That evening, the gathering of martial artists swelled, eventually growing to over two hundred people.

Having tasted the crocodile meat, almost every single one of them purchased a crocodile leg without exception.

Even more ridiculously, a practitioner from the Mount Hua Sect experienced a miraculous breakthrough in his cultivation right after finishing a crocodile leg!

With that, the legend of the crocodile leg became thoroughly deified!

Many martial artists had heard that the members of the Long, Du, and Feng families who accompanied Chu Tianfeng had all made massive breakthroughs in their cultivation. They naturally attributed this to eating the crocodile legs—a misconception deliberately fueled by Fatty Bai Yucheng. As a result, the gathered practitioners not only wanted to eat them on the spot, but they also began treating the crocodile legs like precious spiritual herbs, planning to pack them up and take them back to feed members of their respective families or sects.

Early the next morning, amidst the unanimous pleas of the crowd, Chu Tianfeng once again set off for the center of the swamp.

Before leaving, Chu Tianfeng went out of his way to invite Feng Mingxue, even promising to split any treasures they found down the middle. To his surprise, whether the young woman had been genuinely terrified or had simply learned her lesson, she stubbornly refused to accompany Chu Tianfeng under any circumstances.

Later, upon hearing that no one was going with Chu Tianfeng, Du Jingjing eagerly stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and insisted on coming along.

Seeing that her injuries had not yet fully healed, Chu Tianfeng initially intended to refuse, but remembering that he had turned Du Jingjing down rather often lately, he reluctantly agreed.

"Feng Mingxue seems to loathe you to the core. She was sleep-talking last night, threatening to kill you, the scoundrel," Du Jingjing teased on the way, noticing Chu Tianfeng's nonchalant, whistling demeanor.

"Ha!" Chu Tianfeng remained completely unbothered. "With the Feng family's chicken-slaughtering and dog-killing sword technique, they dare to talk about killing me?"

When Feng Mingxue was coaching that blockhead yesterday, he had patiently watched several times. To be honest, he could hardly find any praise for the Feng family's swordplay; in fact, he felt it shouldn't even be called swordsmanship—it ought to be renamed the Feng Family Massage Routine!

"You shouldn't underestimate the Long, Feng, and Wang families. I've heard their sword techniques have an extremely ancient heritage and are immensely powerful, except that the stances are so profound and abstruse that very few people can comprehend them, leading to much of it being lost over time," Du Jingjing said with a serious expression.

"Oh?" Chu Tianfeng was slightly taken aback. "What is the true background of these three families? Do you know much about them?"

He suspected there were genuine martial cultivators on Earth, much like those in the Blue Moon Star. Whether practicing fist arts or swordplay, the forms of these martial arts could only record physical postures; as for how to manipulate true essence or coordinate divine sense within them, it was entirely indescribable and could only be grasped through slow, personal enlightenment.

In his past life, Chu Tianfeng had interacted with such martial cultivators. Indeed, before their divine sense awakened, martial cultivators lacked formal spells and struggled to contend with ordinary practitioners. However, in the later stages of cultivation, once their divine sense awakened and they comprehended the laws of heaven and earth, the might of their sword techniques became terrifyingly destructive, leaving ordinary peers of the same realm utterly unmatched.

If the sword techniques of the Long, Feng, and Wang families truly fit this description, it would be wise for him to avoid provoking them in the future.

"They refer to themselves as the guardians of Huaxia," Du Jingjing shook her head. "We have very little intelligence on those three families, so our understanding is quite limited."

"You don't even know their numbers or cultivation levels?" Chu Tianfeng asked skeptically.

"We have a rough idea of their numbers; all three families are quite similar, each boasting around five or six hundred members. The Long family is based in Long Village in Hunan Province, the Feng family in Feng Village in Yunnan Province, and the Wang family in Wang Village in the capital," Du Jingjing replied.

"As for their cultivation levels, they seem fairly comparable as well. Each of the three families has four or five experts in the Yuantian Realm. The Wang family in particular has the senior Wangs—family head Wang Dayuan and Wang Jianliang, who are at the peak of the Yuantian Realm. His younger brother, Wang Jiande, has an obscure cultivation level; I've heard he is a martial arts fanatic who rarely shows his face and keeps a very low profile," Du Jingjing continued.

Hearing this, Chu Tianfeng fell into deep contemplation.

Willingly or not, he was already at loggerheads with the Wang family. If the Wang family discovered that he was the one who killed Wang Caizhang, they would likely mobilize their entire clan to hunt him down, and he had no doubt that any experts dispatched thereafter would be in the Yuantian Realm.

Still, he felt no fear. He never went looking for trouble, but he was never afraid of it either. Worst case scenario, he could simply keep a low profile after leaving, wear a mask, and trust that the Wang family wouldn't track him down so easily.

Noticing him frowning in silence, Du Jingjing offered some words of comfort: "If worst comes to worst, you can just stay at the Great Benevolence Hall in the future. Although our hall's strength is slightly inferior to those major sects or great families, nobody dares to come knocking looking for trouble."

"Thank you!" Chu Tianfeng smiled faintly. "I'll figure something out on my own."

He certainly intended to find a place to lay low, but it definitely wouldn't be the Great Benevolence Hall.

He didn't want to drag the Du family down, nor did he wish to owe them favors.

He hoped his relationship with the Du family would begin with business and end with business.

Before they knew it, the two of them arrived at the edge of a small pool of water.

Catching sight of a mid-stage tier-one crocodile lingering in the water, Chu Tianfeng suddenly remembered that he had crafted several defensive bracelets a few days ago and hadn't yet found the opportunity to give one to Du Jingjing.

It was a promise he had made to her back then, and he had no intention of going back on his word.

"Here! For your protection." He selected a bracelet with relatively delicate craftsmanship and handed it to Du Jingjing.

Taking the bracelet, Du Jingjing felt a wave of profound sweetness wash over her.

She didn't say thank you; she knew Chu Tianfeng would understand.