Chapter Thirty-Five: The Bird Takes Flight

  The first day of 2013 has collected over 200 is a good omen, wish everyone in the new year everything goes smoothly ~~

  With the free labor opening up, it wasn't long before Zong Yin squeezed his way to the front row under the gaze of countless people who could have torn him apart. Even with Zong Yin's thick skin, he felt a little embarrassed, but soon he threw that thread of shame far away, after all, he wasn't the only one cutting in line.

  The two people fighting on the martial arts stage were indeed Yang Jun, and the other one was obviously a proud and arrogant person, who seemed to be Lan Xin's senior brother.

  The blue and white cheongsam made him look like he had a transcendent aura; there were no excessive decorations on his body, very simple; the face that captivated countless girls was also flawless; the slender, fair hands were pleasing to the eye, but those long fingernails ruined all the beauty. The nearly half-inch-long fingernails were painted with bright red nail polish. A man growing such long fingernails was already unbearable, and he even applied nail polish, which instantly made Zong Yin feel nauseous.

  From Lan Xin, he learned that his senior brother was called Ao Fei. He had only been practicing for a year, but his strength had already reached the level of a Soul Master at the fifth rank! Moreover, before the competition, he had successfully cultivated the red star soul technique "Flower Rain"!

  "Soul Master 5th level! After becoming a Soul Master, every level up requires 1,000 units of soul power. This man who makes him feel sick actually has 5,000 units of soul power! It's more than ten times his own! He couldn't help but sigh at the gap in their abilities."

  Can't help but say, this flower pattern is indeed a sharp tool to attract girls' attention. The crimson flower pattern spreads from Ao Fei's arm to his cheek, adding a few more evil charms to his already handsome face. Only to see the crimson petals dancing randomly around Ao Fei, like small elves lightly dancing, but behind the beauty often hides a deadly killing intent, and the same is true for this flower pattern.

  As Ao Fei's hands continued to dance, those lovely little elves revealed their true faces, like venomous snakes' fangs piercing through Yang Jun's body.

  In an instant, countless cuts appeared on Yang Jun's body, and fresh blood almost soaked the entire martial arts arena.

  Yang Jun's chest heaved violently, his face was as pale as paper, and the soul technique patterns that danced wildly around him had become extremely dim, as if they would dissipate at any moment.

  "You're no match for me, admit defeat."

  Ao Fei's magnetic voice spoke slowly, looking at Yang Jun with a gaze that seemed to regard him as nothing more than an ant.

  Yang Jun sneered and lazily jumped again, like a ghost, the two sharp daggers in his hand slashing towards Ao Fei.

  He gazed at Yang Jun with a pitiful look, Ao Fei shook his head, the petals around him danced again, leaving countless wounds on Yang Jun's body, but this time Yang Jun did not retreat, and he forcibly withstood Ao Fei's attack to get closer to him.

  Ao Fei sneered and smiled, her bright red fingernails lifted, countless petals formed a fist that heavily struck Yang Jun's chest, sending him flying out. The crisp sound of bones breaking was so piercing to the ear. But unexpectedly, at the same time Yang Jun was sent flying, a black light flashed by, and Ao Fei's bright red fingernail suddenly appeared with a crack, splitting into two pieces.

  Yang Jun spat out blood in big mouthfuls, fell off the martial arts platform, but his face still wore a victorious smile.

  "Bastard! You deserve to die!"

  Ao Fei's beautiful face twisted in an instant, his eyes like a raging bull, countless petals swirling around Yang Jun who was lying on the ground.

  At this time, Yang Jun had no strength to resist, and was about to be killed by Ao Fei's attack. A huge rocky arm suddenly appeared in front of him.

  "Damn it! It really hurts! I actually jumped out to save you! This is ridiculous! You're so stubborn! Can't win a fight and won't retreat! Luckily my soul skill can be used, otherwise you'd be dead by now!"

  Zong Yin's feet were covered with feather-like patterns, and his stone arm protected him in front of him. Just in time, he blocked Ao Fei's attack in front of Yang Jun, who had no power to resist. Even so, countless petals still scratched out countless mouths on the places that Zong Yin couldn't reach, and his right arm, which hadn't healed yet, was again filled with pain. Those seemingly weak flower petals actually deeply embedded into the stone wall!

  Always adhering to the principle of keeping a low profile, Zong Yin unexpectedly became the leader today, perhaps it was because of Ao Fei's words "hybrid", or maybe it was due to his innate sense of Jianghu righteousness. Yang Jun can be said to be one of the people he admires most since coming to this world. Anyway, with a sudden burst of enthusiasm, Zong Yin stood out.

  It was fortunate that Zong Yin had only opened the Return to Ancestor for less than a minute when he fought Tie Quan, and the aftereffects had almost recovered by the time he met Lan Xin. Otherwise, even if he wanted to save Yang Jun, he wouldn't have had the chance.

  "You said we have no way out, can only go and fight."

  Yang Jun, who had closed his eyes and waited for death, suddenly revealed a smile when he saw the familiar figure. Facing Zong Yin's questioning, he used all his strength to utter a simple sentence.

  "My goodness! If you want to fight, take a good look at whether you have the strength or not. You're going there to get yourself killed, is it worth provoking him?"

  Zong Yinheng couldn't help but roll his eyes and curse under his breath, despite a faint warmth flowing through his heart.

  "I just don't like his fingernails."

  Yang Jun stared at Ao Fei's hands and curled his lips in disdain.

  "You win."

  Zong Yin immediately fell silent, although he also found the fingernail disgusting, but he would never fight to destroy it, and Yang Jun's nickname "mad dog" was indeed not wrong at all.

  "Get out of the way! I'm going to kill him!"

  Ao Fei felt that he had gone too far after his attack was blocked, and some things shouldn't be done in public. But Yang Jun's disdainful gaze and expression suddenly made him explode again.

  "Hey handsome, I've already lost, just let it go~ Fingernails grow back quickly anyway~"

  Zong Yin put on a smiling face and said with a flattering expression.

  "Get out! You're all worthless trash, not even a decent breed! Believe it or not, I'll kill you along with the rest!"

  Ao Fei saw Zong Yin blocking his way, not knowing good from bad, and scolded him together. From childhood to adulthood, when did anyone dare to disobey his orders? In his eyes, Zong Yin, Yang Jun, and other illegitimate sons and adopted sons who were sent as hostages were not as important as one of his fingernails.

  "Your master is blind, your parents are really pitiful."

  Zong Yin's face had just been full of fawning, but in an instant it turned into the cold wind of December, staring icily at Ao Fei's handsome face twisted with anger. He glanced at Lan Xin, who was at a loss for what to do, and said indifferently, "Originally, he had thought that Lan Xin's master was some kind of extraordinary figure, but now it seemed that being able to cultivate someone like Ao Fei wasn't anything special either."

  "What did you say? Say it again!"

  Ao Fei's already furious expression turned extremely ferocious, like a gas about to explode, constantly trembling. Countless flower petals filled Ao Fei's surroundings, as if only Zong Yin opening his mouth again would make him tear Zong Yin into pieces.

  "I originally thought that Lan Xin's master was an extraordinary person, but I didn't expect it to be just that level. In our place, the master selects apprentices with moral character as the top priority, and talent is secondary. Your behavior of easily scolding others has long been despised by the world. Do you think you are more noble than us? Is having a good father or a good master something to brag about? Without them, what are you worth? I not only feel ashamed for your master but also feel sad for your parents who raised such a well-educated son like you, perhaps they are crying at home now, crying for giving birth to such a son."

  Zong Yin, how could he possibly withstand Ao Fei's threat, his mouth was like a machine gun, spitting out a string of bullets, sweeping him away without leaving any whole skin. At the same time, his words also triggered countless people's reflection, and the gaze towards Zong Yin gradually emitted a hint of light.

  Zong Yinhai's only talent in his previous life was probably his eloquence. He could talk to himself for a whole day, and had won awards for speeches and debates. Once, he even argued with a teacher until the teacher cried, which was his greatest achievement.

  How could Ao Fei, a spoiled rich young master like him, be an opponent for Zong Yin, a rascal and a thug? He was so angry that he couldn't say a word, and the flower petals around him were shaking violently with his trembling.

  "Hah! Come and die!"

  Enraged and humiliated, Ao Fei finally let out a mournful cry, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The red glow from the flower petals on his body surged forth, like countless blades shooting towards Zong Yin.

  "That's enough! You've made a fool of yourself, kid. So you're the interesting little guy that Old Man Fan was talking about? Haha, you really are interesting! Are you interested in becoming my apprentice?"

  Before Zong Yin could react, the old man who had just appeared beside Lan Xin suddenly appeared between the two of them. With a casual wave of his hand, Ao Fei's soul technique vanished without a trace.

  Looking at the soul technique pattern on Zong Yin's arm, Ye Feng revealed a hint of a smile and asked with an open heart.

  As soon as Ye Feng's words came out, many instructors around him were shocked, and those who knew Ye Feng's identity couldn't help but gaze at Zong Yin with envy.

  "Sorry, no! With such a fellow student, I'm afraid one day I'll die of shame!"

  But unexpectedly, Zong Yin didn't even glance at Ye Feng, instead he shot a sarcastic look at Ao Fei standing behind Ye Feng and bluntly refused.

  "Bastard! You..."

  Ao Fei's soul technique had just dissipated, but it condensed again in an instant. Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, Ye Feng had already slapped him in the face.

  "Don't cry, take him back."

  A chill ran down Ao Fei's spine as he was enveloped in a biting cold air, scaring him so much that he didn't dare to move. Ye Feng stared at Ao Fei with an icy face and let out a cold shout.

  "Yes, Master."

  That Li who once gave Zong Yin a wild and unrestrained feeling, now appeared respectfully beside Ao Fei, picked him up and flew towards the interior of Ding Sheng.

  "A friend through thick and thin, the son of an old friend, entrusted to me on his deathbed. If I don't take care of him, it would be unrighteous of me. But taking care of him has only made his temperament worse. You must be more careful from now on."

  Looking at the two people leaving, Ye Feng let out a long sigh. From his tone, Zong Yin heard deep helplessness.

  "Congratulations indeed."

  Zong Yinhui was disdainful in his heart, and it was this kind of melodramatic plot. You indulged him, which is truly unkind and unfilial. However, Zong Yinhui didn't bother to argue with him, what did it have to do with him anyway?

  "When you want to be my apprentice, let Lan Xin tell me."

  Ye Feng detected the sarcasm in Zong's tone, smiled wryly and said casually, then hunched his back, carrying a sense of vicissitudes as he walked towards the teaching building.