?54: 054: Flies are everywhere 54: 054: Flies are everywhere Tang Feng’s haul for the day had still been pretty good, and upon returning to the villa, he didn’t disturb Mu Qingwan.

    In his room, he unlocked the prohibitions on the Small Sumeru Ring.

    For him, such prohibitions were easy to overcome.

    A dozen low-quality spirit stones and two vials of medicine liquid.

    Tang Feng took a whiff and determined it was probably for body refining, containing quite a few superior medicinal ingredients, most of them over a hundred years old.

    Whomever dealt with this batch of refining liquid was simply wasting resources.

    Huh!

    What’s this?

    Tang Feng curiously took out a piece of black iron which, to his surprise, he could not identify.

    This was truly remarkable, as his expertise in alchemy was only matched by his skill in artifact refining.

    A material he couldn’t identify?

    Divine Sense swept through it.

    Gone.

    Tang Feng was startled, as the Divine Sense he had just sent into the black iron had been absorbed.

    Something’s fishy.

    Just then, the iron block flashed with bursts of dark light and, as if scabs were falling off, shed a layer, revealing a burst of seven-colored light from within.

    The entire lump of iron appeared illusionary and colorful.

    Watching the seven-colored, dreamlike iron block, Tang Feng’s Divine Sense was rapidly nourished and quickly restored to its original state.

    As he was marveling and about to take a closer look, the seven-colored iron block suddenly transformed into a beam of light that shot into his forehead.

    Following this, his head thundered, and neither his powerful soul nor his mighty Divine Sense could withstand the tremor.

    He fainted.

    Before passing out, naturally, he did not forget to curse a bit—he did not want to die inexplicably.

    Early in the morning, the door to Tang Feng’s room opened, and Mu Qingwan walked in.

    Seeing Tang Feng’s state, she shook her head.

    Young people just don’t take care of themselves.

    It’s so cool outside, yet he doesn’t know to cover himself with a quilt.

    Seeing the clothes he’s wearing, it’s clear he didn’t bathe last night.

    What was he doing that made him so tired?

    Mu Qingwan looked on with heartache.

    To fall in love with someone is to care about everything concerning them, straight from the heart; she couldn’t hide it.

    Uh!

    So hot?

    Suddenly, Mu Qingwan felt that something was wrong with Tang Feng.

    After trying his forehead, she was terrified—the temperature was so hot it burned her hand.

    That was unacceptable.

    She became panicked, and hastily made a phone call for the family doctor to rush over.

    People with certain status and positions usually had family doctors they knew well, who were highly skilled in medical practices and served noble families exclusively.

    The doctor did arrive, but after examining Tang Feng, he was perplexed.

    On the surface, the temperature was very high, but the heartbeat, internal organs, and other bodily functions were all very normal.

    As for why he hadn’t woken up, that was because he was in deep sleep.

    Facing such strange symptoms, he was at a loss.

    Mu Qingwan became anxious.

    The doctor she had invited had been immersed in the medical arts for decades; if he was at a loss, who in Nanzhu would know what to do?

    Just as she was frantic and about to have Tang Feng sent to the hospital, he woke up.

    His eyes opened, first in a daze.

    It took him quite a while to regain his senses.

    Seeing the red eyes of Mu Qingwan, he felt puzzled, “Sister Wan, who has bullied you?”

    Mu Qingwan’s entire body and soul relaxed upon seeing this, and she threw herself onto Tang Feng, not wanting to say anything.

    Tang Feng was somewhat mystified, but he still gently embraced the beauty, her faint fragrance improving his mental state a bit more.

    “What exactly happened?” Tang Feng didn’t like seeing a girl cry for him; that was a failure as a man.

    A successful man only brought happiness and joy to women.

    “It’s nothing now.

    Come, have breakfast.

    Are you going to school today?” Mu Qingwan hoped Tang Feng would, as a student constantly missing school was not a good look.

    But she also knew that Tang Feng had already completed all his high school coursework and was brimming with confidence for next year’s college entrance exam.

    “I’ll go today, to spare the homeroom teacher from nagging again,” Tang Feng said with a smile.

    “Then hurry up and get up, there’s only half an hour left,” Mu Qingwan said as she turned to leave, reassured that Tang Feng was all right.

    Tang Feng used his Lian Xin to operate the Star Skill, but unfortunately, he didn’t detect anything wrong.

    The Seven-Colored Iron Block must be inside his body; he feared that it wouldn’t be visible until he reached the Gathering Spirit Stage.

    With his keen eye for detail, he judged that the iron block was far from ordinary and could possibly bring him a pleasant surprise.

    Of course, all of this would need to be unraveled in the future.

    Tang Feng still hadn’t seen Xiao Ya; before getting off the car, he passed the retrieved documents to Mu Qingwan to relay to her, feeling he had made some amends for his wrongdoing.

    Honestly speaking, the campus really was a nice place.

    Once inside, one felt much more relaxed, and such an atmosphere was quite pleasant.

    He had experienced studying when he was in the Sect, but it was different from the current campus.

    Although there were disputes, they were not life-threatening.

    But in the Sect, you could lose your life at any moment.

    Tang Feng had survived death numerous times thanks to Elixirs, ultimately achieving Ascension.

    Looking at the students on campus, all he could say was that they were too fortunate.

    Apart from the classes facing the college entrance exam, the freshmen and sophomores had almost no pressure.

    Feeling nostalgic and reminiscing, he didn’t expect to overhear a sarcastic laughter behind him.

    Chen Zihao, Murong Chong, Zhang Xuanyang—how did these people end up walking together?

    Were they forming an alliance against a common enemy?

    Tang Feng chuckled.

    These young masters were obviously looking for trouble again.

    Seeing a bunch of flunkies behind them, he shook his head sympathetically.

    They missed the opportunity to study hard and only learned how to bootlick.

    Did they not realize that if they failed to pass the exams, their futures would be doomed?

    Reading a little more could make all the difference.

    Tang Feng felt sorry for these people, but since ancient times, such people have existed in every region.

    The saying goes, ‘If there’s a reason for something to exist, then it exists,’ so he didn’t want to waste his breath on them.

    He beckoned with his finger, “Come on then, group up or one-on-one, the choice is yours.”

    At his words, Murong Chong’s mouth twitched viciously.

    He could hardly imagine that the boy whom he had bullied for so many years could have turned the tables so formidably.

    Zhang Xuanyang chuckled, “Tang Feng, what era do you think we live in?

    These days are not about fighting and killing.

    You think you’re so tough?

    Wait for a surprise I have for you later.

    Then I’d like to see if you’re still smiling.”

    “You’re asking for trouble, Tang Feng.

    You’re done for,” Murong Chong sneered as he followed behind Zhang Xuanyang, whereas Chen Zihao remained silent, but his mocking laughter was incessant.

    What kind of tricks were these trash up to?

    Tang Feng laughed, undisturbed.

    He’d meet force with force, and drown troubles like a flood drowning dirt.

    Flies were everywhere—no big deal.

    First, he’d go see his aunt.

    At the office door, before Tang Feng could enter, he heard crying from inside.

    What happened to his aunt?

    He immediately rushed in, only to see his aunt sitting down, while another middle-aged man stood with a very serious and haughty expression.

    Murong Changkong.

    This was Tang Feng’s uncle, whom he had only seen twice since childhood; he didn’t have much of an impression of him.

    The only thing he knew was that this Murong Changkong was very formidable, having established a foundation in the south and ushering in another golden era for the Murong Family.

    He had significant reputation within the family.

    What was he doing here?

    “Can’t you greet people properly?” Murong Changkong’s eyes flashed with disgust.

    He had strongly disapproved of his sister’s marriage to the Tang Family.

    All the consequences that followed only vindicated his judgment.

    He was angry at his disobedient sister, and now that anger was redirected at Tang Feng.

    What made him even more furious was that his youngest sister had also lost her happiness because of Tang Feng.

    Returning this time, he had intended to arrange a marriage on behalf of an old comrade-in-arms, but Murong Qinglan simply refused, infuriating him.

    Being a Major General, marrying him should have been the fortune of several lifetimes.

    Who knew that Murong Qinglan would keep talking about Xiao Feng this, Xiao Feng that, making him so angry he smoked from all five orifices.

    If he could, he really wanted to eliminate this troublesome kid in front of him.