My Mother-in-Law Gifted Me a Building

Faced with the old man’s taunts and curses, Chu Feng was unafraid and showed no sign of backing down.

”Don’t think your age scares me, and don’t expect me to go easy on you.” With a single step, Chu Feng ascended the training platform.

His opponent was being so arrogant and disrespectful, so why should Chu Feng bother holding back?

”Well, boy, you’ve got some nerve! Soon, I’ll show you the meaning of regret!” the old man said, his eyes dark.

”Name your terms. Bare-handed or with weapons, your choice,” Chu Feng said calmly, his tone dripping with contempt.

”Hah! If you’re so confident, let’s compete with Palm Skills. I hear you know a thing or two. I’ll show you what the true Taiqing Palm Skill looks like!” The old man was enraged by Chu Feng’s dismissive attitude.

At his age, he held considerable seniority in the Chu Family—he was from the same generation as Chu Feng’s own grandfather.

”Is that right? Then bring it on. I’m eager to see just how powerful your Taiqing Palm Skill really is,” Chu Feng said with a smile. When it came to Palm Skills, he truly had nothing to fear.

He had already trained the Taiqing Palm Skill to its peak; he knew all nine moves.

This was Chu Feng’s advantage. Thanks to his Immortal Dao Inheritance, he learned far faster than ordinary people; it was hardly a challenge for him.

The old man had practiced the Taiqing Palm Skill for decades, so when he unleashed it, his presence was indeed imposing and quite remarkable.

Meanwhile, the crowd gathering around them grew larger and larger.

Everyone wanted to get a look at the competition.

’Interesting.’ Chu Feng smirked when he saw the old man’s palm strike. This had caught his interest.

Chu Feng didn’t like the old man’s foul temper, but he had to admit, the man’s Palm Skill was decent. He had clearly practiced it well.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The man unleashed four consecutive palm strikes, but Chu Feng dodged them all. The attacks were powerful, but they were useless if they couldn’t hit Chu Feng.

”That’s all?” Chu Feng asked, looking at his opponent in surprise.

He hadn’t expected this. The old man’s palm strikes had an impressive aura, but he only used four moves. Was it over already?

’So after decades of practice, he can only manage four moves?’

Chu Feng almost laughed out loud.

”Don’t get too cocky, boy!” The old man’s expression soured. He hadn’t expected Chu Feng to dodge with such ease.

”You’ve had your turn. Now it’s mine.” Chu Feng sneered. He took a step forward and lunged, his palms striking relentlessly.

BANG!

He unleashed the Taiqing Palm Skill, and the air crackled with power.

”This guy is incredible. I heard he just returned from the outside. Is he really one of us, from the Chu Family?” someone in the crowd murmured in surprise.

In truth, it was hardly a secret anymore. Many Chu Family disciples already knew, and the news was spreading like wildfire.

They all knew that when the Chu Family had abruptly gone into seclusion, many disciples had been left in the outside world. So, it wasn’t surprising that Chu Feng had returned.

BANG! BANG!

Chu Feng struck out with one palm after another. His movements weren’t fast, yet they weren’t slow, creating an intense, oppressive feeling.

His aura was so ferocious that anyone who felt it couldn’t help but shudder.

On the platform, as the old man traded blows with Chu Feng, his heart filled with shock. Chu Feng was too ferocious; his attacks were both decisive and ruthless.

He felt like he couldn’t keep up, and beads of cold sweat began to form on his forehead.

Chu Feng was in the Foundation Establishment Realm. The power and presence behind his attacks were on a completely different level, far beyond what someone in the Qi Cultivation Realm could ever hope to match.

BANG!

Chu Feng then sent out another palm strike.

”Holy crap, that’s the fourth palm strike already?” someone cried out.

Four strikes might not sound like much, but the key was Chu Feng’s age. There were very few young people in the Chu Family who could execute four strikes of the technique at his age.

BANG!

As the crowd gasped in amazement, Chu Feng struck out with another palm.

A fifth strike!

He had just executed the fifth move of the Taiqing Palm Skill.

However, when this fifth strike landed, the old man could no longer defend himself.

POW!

The palm struck him squarely on the shoulder, and the immense force sent him flying.

The man was blasted more than ten meters away, tumbling right off the training platform.

THUD!

He crashed hard onto the ground below, spitting out a mouthful of blood. That single palm strike had done a number on him.

Immediately, another elder rushed up from below the platform to help him up.

”Hah. And here I thought you were supposed to be strong. You can’t even beat a youngster like me. All those years you’ve lived... seems you’ve wasted them, along with who knows how many of the Chu Family’s resources,” Chu Feng jeered.

Hearing this, the old man, who had just been helped to his feet, was so enraged that he coughed up another mouthful of blood. He looked as if he might actually die from sheer fury.

Chu Feng glanced at the man once, then couldn’t be bothered to spare him another look.

’It would be great if I could fight more people from the Chu Family,’ he thought, already scheming. ’My power would advance much faster that way.’

With that in mind, Chu Feng turned his gaze upon the crowd.

At that moment, someone in the crowd could no longer stand Chu Feng’s blatant arrogance.

”You’re one arrogant bastard! This isn’t a place for you to run wild!” someone shouted, unable to contain their anger at his hubris.

He wasn’t the only one; many people felt the same way. They all thought Chu Feng was far too arrogant.

”What’s the matter? You have a problem with it?” Chu Feng asked, looking down at the man from the platform.

He looked down on them, his eyes filled with derision.

At his words, the fury in their eyes intensified.

”By the looks on your faces, none of you are convinced. So how about this: anyone here under the age of thirty, feel free to step up. I don’t care how many of you there are. I, Chu Feng, will take on all challengers. Come at me all at once, or come one by one. As long as you have the guts to step on this platform, I’ll be here to meet you!”

”But on one condition: whoever loses must go to my uncle’s memorial hall, kowtow, and admit their wrongdoing!”

Chu Feng’s words instantly drew the ire of the crowd, and rage surged through their hearts.

”Who is this punk, acting so high and mighty? Watch me, Chu Xiaofei, take you down a peg!” A young man emerged from the crowd. He wasn’t particularly tall; in fact, he looked rather lean.

However, his presence was powerful enough to make one shudder, and his eyes held a fierce glint.

He drew a sword, clearly intending to challenge Chu Feng to a duel of Sword Techniques.

”Oh? A sword fight, is it?” Chu Feng sneered when he saw the challenger. ”You’re so skinny. Can you even hold that thing steady?”

’A sword fight?’ Chu Feng thought. ’As if I’d be afraid.’

Besides, these young members of the Chu Family were each more arrogant than the last. If that’s how they wanted to be, then there was no reason for him to hold back. Let the challenge begin.

He might share blood with the Chu Family, but that didn’t mean he felt any particular attachment to them.