High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

on the way back.

Feng Siyuan glanced at Feng Yi in the rearview mirror and asked with a smile.

"Did you deliberately reveal the Qin family's collusion with the cult earlier to set a trap?"

Feng Yi smiled slightly and did not deny it.

His purpose in telling the Qin family that he knew about their collusion with the Divine Cult was, of course, to lure out members of the Divine Cult.

The Qin family's higher-ups wouldn't sit idly by. Now that things had been exposed, if they didn't want to die or have their Qin family wiped out, the only way was to have someone from the Divine Cult assassinate Feng Yi.

Moreover, they had to act before Feng Yi returned to Kyoto.

Otherwise, by the time Feng Yi returns to Kyoto and tells the people at the Zhenxing Division headquarters about this, it will be too late.

So he wanted to take a gamble.

He was betting that the Qin family would resort to desperate measures and join forces with the cult to kill him, and that once they made their move, they would surely leave behind evidence.

Then we can uproot the Qin family completely.

Seeing the smile on Feng Yi's face, Feng Siyuan knew he had guessed correctly, and he asked again.

"What are you planning to do?"

Since everyone in the car was one of their own, Feng Yi directly revealed his plan.

He had barely finished speaking when Zi Hanshuang rejected him with a stern face.

"No! It's too dangerous."

Feng Siyuan also joked.

"The strategist personally entered the game, winning by a hair's breadth—that's boldness!"

Feng Yi ignored Feng Siyuan and looked at Zi Hanshuang seriously.

"Auntie, now that the Qin family knows I know their secret, if I don't give them a chance to kill me in Modu, they will most likely run away. At that time, they will hide in the shadows, which will be more dangerous for me."

Zi Hanshuang's eyes flickered, showing some hesitation.

She also felt that Feng Yi's words made sense.

But she was still worried that something unexpected might happen.

Seeing Zi Hanshuang's hesitant expression, Feng Yi continued.

"There's no such thing as a thousand days of guarding against thieves if you're a thief for a thousand days. Rather than having to be on guard every day from now on, it's better to resolve this completely now to prevent future troubles."

Feng Siyuan chimed in.

"That's absolutely true. It's not the gentlemen we should fear, but the villains who stab us in the back. Taking care of the Qin family now is the best option."

Feng Yi and Feng Siyuan each offered a suggestion, and Zi Hanshuang had no choice but to agree.

However, she also had a condition: she had to stay by Feng Yi's side.

Feng Yi naturally said there was no problem with this, as Zi Han Shuang was indeed going to stay with him in his plan.

Otherwise, it would seem too fake; the Qin family and the people of the Divine Cult aren't fools.

Even those with eyes can see there's a trap, yet they still jump in.

The news that Qin Shou, the head of the Qin family, had died at his own doorstep spread quickly throughout the upper echelons of Shanghai the next day.

Almost everyone knows that the Feng family, one of the five great families of China, killed Qin Shou.

Everyone was shocked and curious.

What exactly did the Qin family do to anger the Feng family, a low-profile family that usually keeps a low profile and doesn't leave any trace?

However, the Qin family naturally wouldn't reveal this matter.

Other factions can only rely on their own guesses.

Inside the Qin family manor, white silk ribbons were everywhere, and the sound of weeping filled the air; almost all the members of the Qin family had rushed back.

However, no one from the other families who came to pay their respects was seen.

Even the families and forces that usually have close ties with the Qin family did not send anyone.

Now everyone knows that the Qin family has offended the Feng family, and they are all busy distancing themselves from the Qin family for fear of being implicated.

Even worse, some were already preparing to quickly seize all of the Qin family's assets once the Qin family declined.

Behind the mourning hall, several high-ranking members of the Qin family gathered together, whispering among themselves.

"Now that the patriarch is dead, and our cooperation with the cult has been exposed, I think we should run away."

One of them frowned and said...

"Where can we run to? There are so many people in my Qin family, how can we run away? We can't just abandon them, that would be a sin against heaven."

He started his speech with a cold snort.

"So what do you suggest we do? Just stay here and wait to die?"

Then another person spoke up.

"If you ask me, why don't we just go all the way and kill that little dog from the Feng family? That way, no one will know about it!"

Someone sneered.

"You make it sound so easy. How do you know he didn't tell anyone else? And how are we supposed to kill that little dog from the Feng family while being protected by two super-strong experts at the Tianxuan Realm?"

The person who suggested killing Feng Yi smiled.

"We certainly couldn't kill that little dog from the Feng family with just our own strength, even if we couldn't. But just because we can't doesn't mean the Divine Cult can't."

After he finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

They all knew that once they chose this path, there was no turning back.

If the news leaks out, they will not only fail to kill Feng Yi, but will also hasten the Qin family's demise.

After a long pause, a man who looked quite authoritative made the decision.

"Damn it, let's do it! Contact the people over there immediately; we can't let that Feng family bastard leave Shanghai alive!"

For the next two days, Feng Yi did not rush to leave Shanghai, but instead strolled around the city with Zi Han Shuang.

He couldn't help but sigh that Shanghai truly deserves to be called the richest city in China, with the smell of money permeating everywhere.

However, he still didn't get a chance to get the Qin family to make a move. He even went to a few places with few people, but the Qin family and the Divine Cult still didn't make a move.

However, Zi Hanshuang sensed that someone was secretly following them the whole way.

So Feng Yi decided to provoke them tomorrow.

The next morning, Feng Yi packed his things, called Zi Han Shuang, and they took a taxi and left the hotel.

After getting into the car, Zi Hanshuang asked.

"Where is the one you long for, Feng Siyuan?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "He said he had something to do today and wouldn't be able to see us off."

Zi Hanshuang frowned and didn't say anything more.

The taxi driver, however, subtly shifted his gaze; if one paid attention to his hands, one could see that the fine sweat on his hands had soaked the steering wheel.

The taxi drove towards Shanghai Airport.

Halfway there, something happened ahead and all the cars were stuck in a traffic jam.

The taxi driver then spoke up.

"Hey handsome, the road ahead is completely blocked. How about I take a side road instead? Otherwise, at this rate, I don't know when I'll be able to get you to the airport."

"Okay." Feng Yi nodded, but a subtle, unspoken meaning flashed in his eyes.

The driver made a U-turn on the spot and then turned onto another road.

Feng Yi gradually realized that the taxi had already left the city.

However, he didn't say anything.

The driver drove to an intersection, turned around, and said apologetically.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, I can't remember which way to go. Please wait a moment while I go down and take a look."

"Okay, go ahead." Feng Yi said with a faint smile.

After the driver got out of the car, he disappeared shortly afterward.

Then several cars came from different directions, blocking the taxi in the middle.

Feng Yi and Zi Hanshuang got out of the car together with calm expressions, as if they had expected all of this.