Pill Saint, Weapon Emperor, Array God, Unparalleled in the World

The news that Luo Chen had destroyed the Zhu family and killed the outer elder of the Wuqing Sect had already spread throughout the Great Wilderness City. Who wouldn't tremble at the sight of it?

Luo Chenchong smiled faintly at his servant.

"Don't be nervous. Please inform your master that Luo Chen has come to visit."

The servant nodded repeatedly, his tongue practically tied in knots.

"Master Luo, please wait a moment! I'll be right there!"

After saying that, he took off running, faster than a rabbit, afraid that if he was a step too slow, he would be killed by Luo Chen.

Luo Chen stood at the doorway, hands behind his back, looking relaxed and completely unconcerned about the pointing and whispering of passersby.

Not long after, the servant ran back, still catching his breath, and bowed with his hands clasped.

"Master Luo, my master requests your presence!"

Luo Chen nodded and followed the servant into the Feng residence.

As he passed through the front courtyard and around the screen wall, the servants and maids avoided him, not daring to even raise their heads.

Luo Chen didn't care and swaggered into the main hall.

In the main hall, Feng Kun, the head of the Feng family, sat in the main seat, next to an elderly man with white hair and beard. His eyes were slightly closed, and his aura was restrained. He was clearly no ordinary person.

Feng Kun's father was Feng Xuanhou.

Luo Chen's heart stirred slightly. Why was this old man here too?

He remained expressionless and bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

"Junior Luo Chen greets Patriarch Feng and Elder Feng."

When Feng Kun saw him come in, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not get up.

"May I ask what brings you to my humble abode, Master Luo?"

His tone was cold, and his politeness bordered on distant.

Feng Xuanhou sat beside him, remaining silent, but his old eyes were fixed on Luo Chen with a scrutinizing gaze.

Luo Chen wasn't annoyed. He simply sat down on the chair below him, crossed his legs, and acted as if he were at home.

Feng Kun frowned slightly, and Feng Xuanhou's gaze darkened even more.

Luo Chen didn't beat around the bush; he raised his hand and waved it, his sleeve billowing out with a whooshing sound—

One hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones were piled up in the middle of the hall like they were free, forming a small mountain.

A spiritual light flowed and a spiritual essence permeated the air, making the entire hall feel refreshed and inviting, prompting one to take a deep breath.

Feng Kun suddenly stood up, his pupils shrinking sharply.

Feng Xuanhou's old eyes snapped open, gleaming with sharp light as he stared intently at the pile of spirit stones, his lips trembling slightly.

"Master Luo! What... what do you mean by this?"

Luo Chen picked up the teacup next to him, took a slow sip, put the teacup down, and looked at Feng Kun.

"Let's not beat around the bush. This 100,000 spirit stones is the betrothal gift."

"bride price?"

Feng Kun and Feng Xuanhou were both taken aback. The father and son exchanged a glance, and their expressions changed.

bride price?

To whom should the betrothal be made?

Luo Chen just wiped out the entire Zhu family, and now he wants to marry the Feng family girl?

Feng Kun's face darkened, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

How was the Zhu family destroyed?

How did Luo Chen rise to power?

Everyone in the city knows.

This guy is a ruthless killer!

The Feng family wants to marry him? That's like jumping into a fire pit.

Feng Kun suppressed his greed, gritted his teeth, and firmly refused with a cupped hand.

"We are deeply grateful for the favor shown by Patriarch Luo, but our Feng family is unworthy of such an honor. We humbly request that Patriarch Luo withdraw the betrothal gifts."

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow but didn't speak immediately.

Feng Xuanhou spoke at this moment, his voice aged yet carrying an undeniable composure.

"Master Luo is young and promising, I admire him. But the Feng family temple is too small to accommodate such a great figure as you, Master Luo, please leave."

Having said all that, it's basically a complete breakdown in relations.

If it were anyone else, being turned away so bluntly would have made them so embarrassed that they would have stormed off.

But Luo Chen was no stranger.

He didn't move an inch, and even smiled slightly.

"Master Feng, Old Master Feng, you must know about the Zhu family's affairs, right? I served as their son-in-law for five years, doing all sorts of dirty and tiring work, and in the end, they wanted to kill me, to put me to death."

He paused, his gaze calmly sweeping across their faces.

"If someone is good to me, I'll repay them tenfold. If someone is bad to me, I can tolerate it. But if they want my life, there's no turning back. If you were in my shoes, what would you choose?"

Feng Kun frowned and remained silent.

Feng Xuanhou's wrinkles twitched, but he didn't reply.

Luo Chen's words were indeed flawless. The Zhu family brought this upon themselves, and everyone in the city knew it.

When Luo Chen annihilated the Zhu family, no one could utter a word of dissent.

But the problem is, who knows if this evil spirit is just pretending?

What if he marries his own daughter and then turns around and wipes out the Feng family as well?

Seeing the changes in their expressions, Luo Chen understood perfectly.

He smiled slightly, and slowly took out another booklet from his pocket, placing it on the table.

"In addition to 100,000 spirit stones, I'll also give you a spirit-level cultivation technique."

He looked up at Feng Kun and Feng Xuanhou.

"Is this betrothal gift sincere enough?"

A spirit-level cultivation technique?!

Feng Kun hadn't even gotten comfortable sitting down when he suddenly bounced up again.

Feng Xuanhou's old eyes gleamed sharply, and he straightened his back as if he had been pricked by needles!

The father and son stared intently at the booklet on the table, their gazes burning as if they wanted to bore a hole through it.

The Feng family's signature martial arts technique is only a mid-grade mortal-level technique.

In the vast wilderness city, with so many families, having a high-grade mortal-level cultivation technique is enough to make anyone feel invincible.

A spirit-level cultivation technique?

That's something I wouldn't even dare to dream of!

Feng Kun's throat was dry, so he swallowed hard.

"Patriarch Luo...is this true?"

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow and reached out to turn to the first page.

The pages of the book were filled with a shimmering light, the handwriting was clear, and the opening of the cultivation technique revealed an extraordinary foundation.

Feng Kun's pupils contracted after just one glance.

it is true!

That's a damn Spirit-level cultivation technique!

His hands started to tremble.

He could grit his teeth and refuse 100,000 spirit stones, but a spirit-level cultivation technique... that was the foundation of his family!

With a Spirit-level cultivation technique, the Feng family can cultivate more experts, leave the Great Wilderness City, and even join the ranks of middle-class families in the Northern Region!

Feng Kun's breathing became noticeably rapid, and he turned to look at Feng Xuanhou.

Feng Xuanhou was also staring at the booklet, the wrinkles on his old face trembling.

Feng Xuanhou glanced at the pile of spirit stones that looked like a small mountain.

Even if the Feng family had accumulated their wealth over decades, it would only amount to this sum.

It landed on the booklet, which shone with a spiritual light, and the handwriting exuded an extraordinary charm.

His old eyes were almost squinted into slits.

This kid just threw out 100,000? And a spirit-level cultivation technique on top of that?

How could he have such a profound background?

Feng Kun swallowed hard, and his hand reached out uncontrollably.

The moment my fingertips touched the pages, I felt as if I'd been struck by lightning, and my whole body trembled.

"Spirit-level cultivation technique..."

He murmured, his voice trembling.

Feng Xuanhou leaned forward and grabbed the booklet, flipping through it.

After reading only a few lines, his wrinkled face flushed, and his fingers trembled as he gripped the pages.

"It's a spirit-level cultivation technique... a mid-grade one."

Feng Xuanhou closed the booklet, took a deep breath, looked up at Luo Chen, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

How could someone who was born into a family of live-in sons-in-law possibly possess a spiritual-level cultivation technique?

Which of these families in the Great Wilderness City isn't dirt poor? They even treasure mid-grade mortal-level cultivation techniques as family heirlooms.

He's just a young man in his early twenties, yet he's casually at the mid-level of the Spirit Realm?

Where the hell did you get this?

No wonder he was able to wipe out the entire Zhu family overnight.

No wonder he dared to kill an outer elder of the Wuqing Sect.

No wonder he dared to stay in the Great Wilderness City.

What this kid has in his hand is even more frightening than the strength he's shown.

Should I agree... or not?