Chapter 76: The Peerless Master

"For the lesson you've given me today, I'll spare your miserable life," Chen Yufeng murmured under his breath as he watched the Silver Wolf flee. Indeed, Silver Wolf's appearance had taught him something valuable. He hadn't expected that such extraordinary cultivators truly existed in this world, and now, Chen Yufeng felt he ought to learn some cultivation techniques himself; only the power forged through cultivation was real strength. Otherwise, the next time he encountered a stronger foe, what if he were killed in an instant by a sneak attack? To die before any legendary figure could possess him—who would he cry to for justice?

At that moment, the Zhang Zhendong family and the three with Zhao Tianlong were all stunned, their minds unable to process what they'd just witnessed. They simply couldn't believe what had happened before their eyes. The battle between Chen Yufeng and Silver Wolf had completely shattered their worldview. It was like a scene from a film where masters clash, except this wasn't something seen through a screen—it was real, unfolding right before them. It was even more thrilling and intense than any movie.

"Daddy, Mommy, that big brother is amazing! He chased away the bad guy. Let's clap for him!" The little girl, after regaining her composure, was not frightened at all. Instead, she cheerfully began clapping for Chen Yufeng and encouraged her parents to join her.

Hearing the applause, Chen Yufeng turned and smiled politely at them, his smile conveying that he meant them no harm. The Zhang Zhendong family breathed a sigh of relief; in truth, if not for the terrifying power Chen Yufeng had just displayed, he would have looked like any young man in his late teens or early twenties—innocent and harmless.

Responding to his daughter's wishes, Zhang Zhendong clapped a few times before urgently saying to the middle-aged woman, "Yunbing, take Mumu and go home first. I'll follow soon."

"No, let's all go together. Now is the right time," Zheng Yunbing insisted.

"Just listen to me. Trust me, I'll be fine, and from now on, nothing like this will ever happen again. I won't let you both suffer such indignity," Zhang Zhendong soothed his wife and daughter, gently stroking their faces. He felt deep guilt for what they'd endured that day and vowed never to let it happen again.

"But..."

"Don't say more. Just do as I say—go, quickly," Zhang Zhendong urged.

"Alright, I'll take Mumu home first. Be careful. We'll wait for you," Zheng Yunbing hesitated, but ultimately couldn't resist Zhang Zhendong's insistence. Taking their precious daughter, she left the scene.

Watching his wife and child leave safely, Zhang Zhendong felt a weight lift from his heart. In truth, he was quite pleased, since the terrifying master was clearly targeting Zhao Tianlong, not himself. He almost had the mindset of an amused spectator. He remained for another important reason.

"You—you actually defeated Silver Wolf?" Zhao Tianlong, Yao Na, and the bikini beauty stared in astonishment as Chen Yufeng approached, their eyes fixed on his handsome face. Though he was smiling, to them it seemed the smile of Death incarnate.

This man was terrifying. No, he wasn't even human—he was a monster.

When Silver Wolf appeared, Zhao Tianlong had breathed a sigh of relief, knowing full well how formidable Silver Wolf truly was. Who would have thought even Silver Wolf wasn't a match for this man? With his last hope shattered, how could he not be afraid?

"Hero, you're so courageous! I admire you so much..." Regaining her composure, Yao Na tried to beguile Chen Yufeng with her beauty, hoping to save herself, but he ignored her.

Smack—

Chen Yufeng casually slapped her across the face, sending her sprawling to the ground. She rolled several times and ended up in the swimming pool.

Zhao Tianlong scrambled out of the pool, trembling as he approached Chen Yufeng, then dropped to his knees and pleaded, "B-big brother, let's talk this out. Whatever you need, just name it—I can satisfy you!"

"I told you long ago: once you mess with me, no one in heaven or earth can save you," Chen Yufeng said with an amused smile. He kicked Zhao Tianlong, sending him sprawling, then pressed his foot down on his face, grinding it in, his expression suddenly fierce and murderous.

Zhao Tianlong was terrified to his core, his body shaking uncontrollably.

"Please, spare me..."

"Want to live?"

"Yes, of course I do. I have a wife and children—if I die, they'll become widows and orphans. For their sake, I must survive. Please, big brother, spare me. Name your terms, we'll discuss."

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Zhao Tianlong's heart lifted. He scrambled up and kowtowed to Chen Yufeng in gratitude. As an outsider, he was regarded as a powerful figure—a man with connections everywhere—but at this life-or-death moment, dignity meant nothing. Survival was all that mattered; everything else was worthless.

Once you're dead, money and women become someone else's. How could he accept that?

"I'm actually not one for killing—I'm easy to talk to," Chen Yufeng said, seeing that his intimidation had worked. His purpose was simply to teach Zhao Tianlong a lesson, vent his anger, and extort some money—not to take his life. Gradually suppressing his murderous aura, he bent down, patted Zhao Tianlong's face, and smiled wickedly. "Lend me a little spending money first."

"H-how much?" Seeing Chen Yufeng's expression, Zhao Tianlong's heart sank, fearing he'd be bankrupted.

"It's not much—just twenty billion," Chen Yufeng replied lightly.

"Tw-twenty billion?"

"Yes, I just want a little pocket money."

Pfft—

Already half-scared to death, Zhao Tianlong nearly choked at Chen Yufeng's demand for twenty billion. He coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot.

"Big brother, you really think highly of me..."

Zhao Tianlong looked utterly despairing. He was wealthy, but couldn't possibly produce that much cash at once. Twenty billion was 'pocket money'? Why not just rob a bank if he was so bold?

Seeing Zhao Tianlong's pale face, Chen Yufeng knew he'd frightened him enough. He was only bluffing anyway.

"Alright, fine—seeing you're almost begging on the street, just give me two hundred million."

"Two hundred million?"

"What, you think that's too much?"

Chen Yufeng's face darkened; he stomped Zhao Tianlong to the ground and ground his foot into his chest.

"Ah, easy, big brother! I'll give it—I'll give it!"

Zhao Tianlong begged for mercy. Two hundred million he could manage, though it pained him to part with it. But his life was on the line, so nothing else mattered. It was still within his means.

Chen Yufeng immediately gave his bank account to the tycoon, who, desperate to survive, wasted no time in transferring the money. Soon, Chen Yufeng received the bank's notification—two hundred million, indeed.

Now, seeing such a sum, Chen Yufeng was no longer shocked; it was just a string of beautiful numbers. He wasn't worried about Zhao Tianlong playing any tricks, nor did he feel guilty. Could a man like him have earned his wealth cleanly?

"Big brother, this is my tribute to you," Zhao Tianlong said, heart aching, but unable to show it.

"Good, you're smart," Chen Yufeng nodded, patting Zhao Tianlong's face with a wicked smile. "Today, I'll spare your miserable life. From now on, whenever you see me, in any situation, you must call me 'Master.' Understood?"