High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

After leaving the hospital, Feng Jingchuan got into a black sedan.

His face was gloomy. After getting on the bus, he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. If someone who knew him well saw this, they would know that he was very angry.

A person completely shrouded in a black robe sat in the passenger seat.

"I'm sorry, Master, this is my dereliction of duty."

The man in black robes lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly.

Feng Jingchuan didn't open his eyes and spoke coldly.

"This is the first and last time. He will go and accept his punishment when he returns from Shanghai. After that, I will arrange for someone else to follow him."

After a pause, Feng Jingchuan suddenly opened his eyes.

"If he's missing a single hair on this trip to Shanghai, you'll come back to me with your head on your hands."

"Yes, Master."

The man in the black robe dared not raise any objections.

Beneath the black robe, his forehead was covered in fine sweat, and his back was also soaked with sweat.

Feng Jingchuan waved his hand and said nothing more.

The car slowly started and drove away, while the man in black robes in the passenger seat had disappeared at some point.

Inside the ward, Jiang Liangchen and the others smiled when they saw that Feng Yi was alright.

However, beneath the smiles, everyone felt a little sad.

Feng Yi learned everything that happened after he jumped into the deep pit from Jiang Liangchen.

After Feng Yi jumped into the deep pit, Ji Chen severely injured the silver-masked man of the Divine Cult, but was unable to kill him. A mysterious powerful figure from the Divine Cult then rescued the masked man.

However, the other masked figures from the cult who were slightly weaker were all killed.

After the battle ended, Ji Chen learned what had happened to Zhang Yu and then entered the deep pit, bringing Feng Yi up shortly afterward.

However, Zhang Yu still collapsed on his way back to Harbin.

At this point, Jiang Liangchen's eyes also reddened.

Feng Yi did not reveal that he had killed the boy, not because he did not trust Jiang Liangchen and the others, but because the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

Although Feng Yi is not afraid of being known, it would still cause some trouble if someone with ulterior motives found out.

After Jiang Liangchen finished speaking, he asked Feng Yi what his plans were and whether he wanted to return to Kyoto together.

Feng Yi casually made up an excuse to refuse, telling them to go back first, as he still had things to take care of.

After hearing this, Jiang Liangchen could only nod and did not ask Feng Yi what was wrong.

With Zi Hanshuang here, they are not worried about whether Feng Yi will be alright.

After saying goodbye to Feng Yi, the group left the hospital together.

Before leaving, Feng Yi asked where Zhang Yu was buried, as he wanted to go and see him.

After Zi Hanshuang completed the discharge procedures, she accompanied Feng Yi to the Heroes' Tomb in Ice City.

This place is where the Zhenxing Division and the Allied Forces who sacrificed their lives are buried.

Looking at the black and white photo on the tombstone, Feng Yi felt as if he were in another world, and Zhang Yu's cheerful smile reappeared in his mind.

He looked at the tombstone and said softly.

"Uncle Zhang, don't worry, I will avenge you."

Feng Yi's voice was very serious.

Seemingly having heard Feng Yi's assurance, Zhang Yu's smile in the black-and-white photo on the tombstone seemed even brighter.

Magic City.

It is the eastern gateway to China and also the most prosperous city in China.

At Shanghai Airport, Feng Yi walked out with Han Shuang.

He was still holding the black token that Feng Jingchuan had given him.

At that moment, a man wearing a black mask and hat slowly approached Feng Yi.

Zi Hanshuang noticed it immediately, but she did not make any rash moves. Instead, she stared intently at the man.

She could strike instantly if any man dared to make any move that would harm Feng Yi.

However, the man did not show any sign of harming Feng Yi. After getting close to Feng Yi, he asked in a low voice.

"Are you Feng Yi?"

Feng Yi turned his head and looked the unfamiliar man up and down.

Then he nodded.

He wondered if this person was the one Feng Jingchuan had mentioned who would contact him.

The man's gaze remained fixed on the token in Feng Yi's hand, but he looked away after Feng Yi acknowledged his identity.

"plz follow me."

Feng Yi turned to look at Zi Han Shuang, and after seeing the latter nod slightly, he followed the man into a minivan.

The man sat in the driver's seat and took off his mask.

Feng Yi then saw his face clearly; it was a very young face, looking to be at most in his twenties.

She didn't ask the man where he was taking them, because she wasn't worried at all.

This time, Zi Han Shuang was still sitting next to him, so he had no fear of a third-level Heavenly Realm expert.

The man drove them to the entrance of a hotel and said.

Room 301.

After getting out of the car, Feng Yi looked up at the hotel's name, and his expression became somewhat strange.

"A themed love hotel..."

This place doesn't seem very respectable.

Zi Hanshuang remained unchanged, her expression showing no change whatsoever.

However, when the two entered the hotel, two couples waiting to check out at the front desk gave them meaningful smiles.

Feng Yi could clearly feel that Zi Han Shuang's breathing had become much heavier, and she was obviously on the verge of exploding.

Feng Yi couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Are you crazy? Who would choose this place to meet?

Ignoring the strange looks around them, the two felt a sense of relief after stepping into the elevator.

Arriving at room 301, Feng Yi knocked on the door, and soon a rough voice came from inside.

"The door's unlocked, come in."

As I pushed open the door, I saw a middle-aged man with a stubble beard sitting in front of a computer, playing a game.

She was still holding a half-burnt cigarette between her fingers, the ash dangling precariously, as if it might fall into the man's hand at any moment.

The man ignored Feng Yi and Zi Hanshuang, continuing to play his game.

He kept cursing under his breath.

"Damn it! Go get in there and do it! What are you all hiding behind your dads for?! If you're so bad, why don't you go in and screw things in? What the hell are you doing?"

.......

Besides the man's shouts and curses, there was also the clattering of a keyboard in the room.

Feng Yi felt like the keyboard was about to smoke from all the typing the man had done.

As the man's computer screen turned gray, he slammed the mouse he was holding onto the table, sending ash from the nearly overflowing ashtray scattering all over the table.

Feng Yi also glanced at the middle-aged man's record.

0-8-0.

Feng Yi: ......

After finishing the game, the middle-aged man turned around and glanced at Feng Yi, then noticed Zi Han Shuang next to him, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He picked up the cigarette case on the table and then introduced himself.

"My name is Feng Siyuan, you should call me Second Uncle. First time meeting you, want a smoke?"

Feng Yi was stunned for a moment when he saw the cigarette the man offered and the fingers that were yellowed from years of smoking.

Then he shook his head slightly.

"Thank you, I don't smoke."

Feng Siyuan didn't mind, and naturally withdrew his hand, put the cigarette in his mouth, and continued speaking.

"The patriarch has already contacted me, and I understand the general situation. So, who do you want to kill?"