Chapter 3: I told you to get out of here!

  A young man wearing a blue robe stood in front of the door, speaking loudly and arrogantly. Behind him were three attendants dressed in hemp clothes, which clearly indicated that the status of this blue-robed youth was not low.

  "Stop!"

  Wei Hong looked at this situation and angrily said, then quickly walked over. When he saw the young man, he also remembered who this guy was according to his memory.

  The eldest son of the Wei family, Wei Wulü, younger brother of Wei Wuyou. Compared to Wei Wuyou, the number one master of the Wei family, Wei Wulü is a standard first or second generation ancestor and also a top-notch martial artist, who excels in all aspects of life, including eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

  "Wei Wulü, you've gone too far."

  Wei Hong walked up to him and gazed at his pale face, which had become somewhat pale due to excessive indulgence in lust, and said coldly.

  Wei Wulü turned around to see Wei Hong behind him, but he didn't show a hint of panic. Usually, when Wei Hong saw himself, he would walk around him, but this time, when Wei Wulü saw Wei Hong, a sneer appeared on his face.

  "You're almost dead, I'm here to do a good deed, after all, can't let Little Ye be left alone and helpless!" Wei Wulü said with a playful smile.

  However, when looking at Wei Hong, he didn't seem as cautious and careful as usual, but instead appeared to be unusually shocked. He couldn't help but frown, and after taking another look, Wei Wu Lue thought he understood, and suddenly burst out laughing.

  "I said how can you be so calm, it turns out that you have reached the second rank of martial artist, haha, do you think that just because you've reached the second rank of martial artist, you can win against Wei Bao?"

  Looking at Wei Wulü's appearance, Wei Hong did not respond, but instead said coldly: "Get out!"

  "You!" Wei Wulü's face turned gloomy and he was about to take action, but was pulled back by a slightly older youth behind him.

  "Second Master, the Eldest Master said that for these three days, do not provoke Wei Hong. It's better to settle him on the competition stage and heavily crush him. At the same time, it can also be a heavy blow to Wei Song's face."

  Wei Wulü suddenly revealed a hint of a smile after hearing the words of his followers, and looked at Wei Hong saying: "Haha, today I'll let you off, after you're killed by Wei Bao, I'll make your maid serve me, after I've had enough fun with her, I'll sell her to the Xiangyang Building, making her a prostitute who's been ridden by thousands of men, haha."

  "We're leaving." Wei Wulü said with a loud laugh as he turned to leave.

  Xiao Yao Building is the largest brothel in Songlin Town. Wei Hong didn't want to provoke trouble, but after hearing Wei Wu Lue's words, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

  "It's always been me threatening others, today even if I'm not strong enough, it's still not something you people can threaten."

  Wei Hong said coldly in his heart, and then said with an icy tone: "Did I let you leave?"

  Wei Wulü's footsteps came to a halt, and he turned his head to look at Wei Hong, saying impatiently: "Do you think that just because you've reached the second-grade cultivation, you have confidence now?"

  "Mr. Wei Hong, please be mindful of your boundaries. Although you have reached the second-grade cultivation, you are still somewhat weak." The attendant who had initially tried to persuade Wei Wulü said sternly.

  "Slap in the face!"

  As soon as Wei Hong's voice fell, a swift step moved in front of him, and a ruthless slap was slapped towards him, while coldly saying: "When the masters are talking, you, a lower servant, what mouth do you have to intervene?"

  Wei San touched his face, and for a moment he didn't react. Although he was called a lower person, even Wei Wu You usually treated him with respect, not because of his martial arts skills, but because he was willing to work hard and endure hardships.

  However, Wei Hong's words were reasonable, and Wei San could only swallow this dumb loss.

  "How dare you hit my man?" Wei Wulü reacted and pointed at Wei Hong, saying angrily.

  "Haha, what? I'm just teaching this servant a lesson on behalf of the second young master. Since he's a servant, he should behave like one." Wei Hong sneered and laughed.

  Under Wei Wulü's embarrassing expression, Wei Hong spoke again: "Second Master, you can leave now. Otherwise, I'm afraid something might happen and it won't be good for you to explain to the Eldest Master!"

  Wei San's words were naturally heard by Wei Hong as well, so he looked at Wei Wu Lue with disdain, knowing that he had to swallow his anger.

  "Fine, fine, I see you can still be arrogant for a few more days." Wei Wulü was almost enraged to the point of vomiting blood. When did it become that these words should be said by him?

  Wei Wulü was about to turn around and leave, he was looking forward to the martial arts competition two days later, the scene of Wei Hong being killed by Wei Bao on the arena, however, as soon as Wei Wulü turned around, he felt a huge force pushing him from behind.

  "Ah!"

  A soft cry came from Wei Wulü's mouth, and then he was kicked flying, just in time to land outside the small courtyard gate, a standard dog-eating movement.

  "Second Master." The others didn't expect Wei Hong to actually take action, and when they came to their senses, they hastily rushed over to help Wei Wulue up.

  "How dare you hit me?" Wei Wulü's body didn't seem to be seriously injured, but he couldn't swallow this insult, and looked at Wei Hong in the courtyard, saying loudly.

  "I told you to get out." Wei Hong said expressionlessly and directly closed the courtyard door.

  "Ah!" Wei Wulü's face twisted in anger, but Wei San also felt the aura of Wei Hong just now and secretly sighed.

  "Second Master, don't worry, he won't be able to jump around for a few more days. Wei Bao, at that time, will definitely make him fall." Wei San saw Wei Wu Lue and was about to have another outburst, so he hastily advised.

  "Hmph, let's go, I've taken note of this debt." With a flick of his hand, Wei Wulü dropped a resentful remark.

  "Ka-ching!"

  Before Wei Hong knocked on the door, it was already open. Xiao Ye poked out his small head with a slightly pitiful look, and Wei Hong looked up at him with tears still wet on his face, but his eyes shone brightly as he stared tightly at Wei Hong, saying in a choked voice: "Young Master, it wasn't worth it for me."

  "There's no point in being worthy or unworthy, if one can't even protect their own maid, then what's the difference between them and a useless person." Wei Hong said calmly, glancing at Xiao Ye.

  As soon as he finished speaking, he went to his own bedroom, without noticing that Xiaoye had petrified behind him. It wasn't until Wei Hong left for a long time that Xiaoye finally came back to her senses, feeling the confidence with which Wei Hong had just spoken, and muttered: "The young master has changed."

  Weifu inner courtyard

  In a slightly delicate small courtyard, in the main hall sat a woman with a pretty face and wearing expensive jewelry, who was Wei Hong's mother, Song Jia. Wei Hong's older brother, Wei Song, sat below her, his face showing some anger.

  "Tomorrow I'll go find him myself, at this critical moment, how can he be so reckless." Song Jia glanced at Wei Hong and said calmly, as if speaking to a stranger.

  The head of the Wei family, Wei Tian Nan, is currently in seclusion. The family has split into several factions, with each elder supporting their own candidate. Among them, the largest faction is led by Wei Wu You, the number one young master of the Wei family, while the second faction is led by Wei Song. The two factions are vying for power and profit, constantly scheming against each other, even resorting to underhanded tactics.

  The family feud was cruel, and since Wei Hong had never been capable, Song Jia had never paid attention to him. Even if he were his own son, if he was useless, he would be abandoned. But when she suddenly heard that Wei Hong was going to fight to the death with Wei Bao, Song Jia thought for a long time before making her move and bought a pill of Violent Yuan Dan.

  Although there may be negative effects, being able to help the eldest son, Wei Bao is also a subordinate of Wei Wuyou, and can cut off his arm, in Song Jia's view, this is what needs to be considered, as for later, Wei Hong's death, Song Jia didn't think much about it.

  A waste material that can be used for value, in Song Jia's view, Wei Hong should cherish this opportunity.

  "What's your current strength? In the big comparison after a month, can you beat Wei Wuyou?" Song Jia furrowed her brow, looking at Wei Song with concern.

  "I can now control my martial energy at will, and by relying on luck and coincidence, I obtained a Fajin Dan, which forced out most of the impurities in my body. As for me now, I have already reached the peak of the 4th rank of martial artists. I believe that even if it's the Wei family or Wei Wuyou, I can still suppress him." Wei Song heard his mother's words and proudly said.

  "Alright, you don't need to worry about anything else recently, just focus on your cultivation. If you can break through to the fourth rank of martial artist, I believe that the position of family head will be yours for the taking." Song Jia's face lit up with joy as she said this.