Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Martial Arts Tournament

Liu Yunsheng waved his hand, and Qin Feng took his leave and withdrew. After seeing Qin Feng off, Elder Yan pulled Liu Yunsheng into the courtyard. The two of them walked into the garden and sat on chairs. Elder Yan brewed a pot of tea and sipped from his cup.

“Old Liu, my disciple—he seems to meet your expectations, doesn’t he?”

Liu Yunsheng glanced at him and replied coolly, “He’s decent enough. Young, with fair aptitude. At least he’s leagues ahead of that rascal you had before.”

Liu Yunsheng shook his head, laughing and cursing, “Don’t mention him to me. The kid never cared for martial arts, only ever thinking about making money. Just seeing him annoys me.”

Liu Canglong, Liu Yunsheng’s son, was much like Elder Yan’s son—neither had any fondness for their family’s traditions. Truly, these two old men were helpless. Liu Yunsheng had devoted his life to martial arts, only for his son to be obsessed with commerce. Elder Yan had gambled on jade and mastered the art of carving, teaching his son to sculpt from an early age, but in the end, his son became a doctor, excelling in surgery.

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At Jade Pavilion in Jianghai, Qin Feng summoned Chen Qian, with Lin Wanting present as well.

“Secretary Chen, I’m entrusting Jade Pavilion to you from now on. I’ve already fallen out with the Wen family, and leaving Wanting here would only expose her to unnecessary danger.”

After explaining the recent events, Qin Feng spoke gravely.

“What?! The Wen family is that ruthless?!” Chen Qian exclaimed, visibly nervous—she knew exactly who Wen Bin was.

“Hmph! Those people are intolerable!” Lin Wanting’s delicate face turned cold, her indignation evident.

Qin Feng smiled, pulling out several sheets of paper and handed them to Chen Qian. “Secretary Chen, I hope you can use these to swiftly acquire all the jadeite mines in Jianghai.”

Chen Qian took the items from Qin Feng, carefully reviewing them. Her brows furrowed. “Where did you get these? The prices are all quite steep!”

These were newly developed products by Jade Pavilion, each valued at several million, all personally designed by Qin Feng. Chen Qian was puzzled as to how he suddenly produced such things.

“Oh, I just developed these recently,” Qin Feng explained with a smile, knowing Chen Qian had her concerns.

“Rest assured, Secretary Chen, these are quality goods. Not only can they be sold, but they’ll also enhance our reputation. If we promote them well, clients will flock to us in the future.”

Hearing this, Chen Qian finally relaxed. After she left, Qin Feng and Lin Wanting returned to the office.

“Wanting, the forces behind the Wen and Liu families are far more complex and powerful than we imagined. I’ve decided to step away from Jade Pavilion for now and devote myself fully to martial arts training,” Qin Feng said earnestly.

Lin Wanting’s eyes flickered with worry. “You don’t need to worry about Jade Pavilion. I’ll manage everything with Chen Qian. But you must promise me: be careful, and come back safe.”

Qin Feng gently took Lin Wanting’s hand and smiled tenderly. “Don’t worry, Wanting.”

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In the days that followed, Qin Feng immersed himself in martial arts training. Under Liu Yunsheng’s guidance, he practiced the Five Thunder Fist day and night, striving for precision and power with every punch.

The Five Thunder Fist demands dominance—once unleashed, it must strike down the enemy with overwhelming force. Any hesitation leads to failure.

Following the principles of the Five Thunder Fist, Qin Feng trained three hours daily, on the verge of breaking through to the mid-stage of Third Grade Martial Artist.

Now, Qin Feng sat cross-legged on his bed, guiding his true energy throughout his body, purifying his muscles and flesh. From his dantian, a muffled boom sounded, and a surge of energy erupted within him.

He felt a soothing warmth, as if immersed in a hot spring; his whole body relaxed.

“Hoo—”

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze shining brightly.

“The realm of Martial Artist—mid-stage Third Grade. At last, I’ve achieved it.”

He stood up, stretching, feeling strength coursing through his limbs. Moving a bit, he sensed boundless energy within himself.

“It seems the inheritance from the Daoist Tongbao is truly remarkable!”

Though Qin Feng had mastered the Five Thunder Fist, the true cultivation technique he practiced came from the inheritance—the Five Spirits Formula.

The Five Spirits Formula, a top-tier technique from Daoist Tongbao’s legacy, possessed immense power.

The commotion drew Liu Yunsheng’s attention, who hurried over. Upon seeing Qin Feng, Liu Yunsheng was startled. “Qin Feng! You… you’ve broken through to the mid-stage of Third Grade Martial Artist?!”

“Heh…”

Qin Feng smiled and nodded. “Yes, it was luck. Now that I’ve reached this stage, I wonder, what level are you, Uncle Master?”

Liu Yunsheng laughed heartily. “Ha ha ha, you’ll find out soon enough. For now, focus on your training. In three days, I’ll take you to Jiangnan for the Martial Arts Conference, where you’ll meet others from the martial world.”

“Martial Arts Conference?!”

Qin Feng was surprised, having never heard of such an event.

“That’s right. The Martial Arts Conference is organized by figures from the martial world, mainly to foster exchange among the younger generation. This year’s conference promises to be grander than ever,” Liu Yunsheng explained.

With such credentials, the conference seemed quite prestigious. Qin Feng thought it over and nodded.

He set aside thoughts of the conference for now—there were still a few days before it began, and he could focus on it when the time came.

“By the way, Uncle Master, I have something to ask you,” Qin Feng said suddenly. “I want to return to Jianghai city for a while—there are some matters I’m uneasy about.”

Liu Yunsheng raised his brows, a hint of meaning in his tone. “Are you worried about the Wen family’s revenge? Relax—you think your master only excels at carving?”

Qin Feng sneered. He had no fear of the Wen family, but he intended to confront the Liu family.

He explained his reasons directly; after spending time together, he found his uncle master straightforward, so honesty was best.

“Fine. Settle things with the Liu family, then return immediately. I’ve already signed you up, so don’t let me punish you for being late,” Liu Yunsheng agreed.

“All right, I know what to do.” Qin Feng thanked him earnestly.

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Meanwhile, in another villa—

“Dad, the Wen family has already fallen out with Qin Feng. What should we do?” Liu Yuanhang asked anxiously.

Seated before him was his father, Liu Jun.