Chapter 65: Educating Ji Ling'er

Ji Ling'er was momentarily stunned.

Then, through gritted teeth, she said, "Chu Feng, since you already know I have a protector, aren't you afraid?"

Chu Feng replied impatiently, "You talk too much."

"True, if you weren't in danger, your protector wouldn't intervene. So I'll just deal with you instead."

Ji Ling'er was only in the late Foundation stage. In Chu Feng's hands, she was no more than an ant. He seized her by the neck effortlessly, lifting her with one hand. The overwhelming killing intent washed over her; she felt as if she were about to die, her breath stilled, her eyes turned pale, and with the last ounce of strength, she cried out, "Uncle Han, save me!"

Her voice carried swiftly.

Soon, it reached Han Wendong, who was drinking in a tavern.

"Not good, Miss Ling'er is in trouble."

Han Wendong vanished from the tavern in an instant.

He appeared before Ji Ling'er at once, seeing her gripped by Chu Feng, life hanging by a thread, and his fury erupted.

"Scoundrel, let go of my lady!"

A powerful attack exploded forth; from the void, a colossal hand emerged and struck at Chu Feng's face.

Chu Feng's spiritual sense had been locked on Han Wendong, and he detected him the moment he appeared. He tossed Ji Ling'er aside and countered with a palm strike.

"I've been waiting for you. Come out!"

Boom.

The void trembled.

Han Wendong's attack collapsed instantly. Chu Feng unleashed the Dragon-Subduing Palm, his strike transforming into a dragon and sweeping toward Han Wendong, slamming him to the ground like a child, blood spilling from his mouth.

"Who... who are you?" Han Wendong's face was filled with shock.

Ji Ling'er was petrified, her complexion pale, disbelief etched on her face.

She watched as Han Wendong was defeated.

He couldn't even withstand a single move.

Chu Feng shook his head. "Does it matter who I am? What matters is that you've been killed by the very person you swore to protect."

Boom.

He struck Han Wendong with another palm.

Ji Ling'er's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly pleaded, "Please, don't kill Uncle Han!"

Even Chen Wanwan's expression became uneasy. "You wouldn't really kill him, would you?"

Chu Feng gave Chen Wanwan a faint smile.

Chen Wanwan instantly understood his meaning, rolled her eyes, and muttered, "Rogue."

Chu Feng ignored it entirely and turned to Ji Ling'er. "Oh? Why shouldn't I kill him? Because you keep clamoring for revenge for the Zhao family, for your brother Zhao Yan?"

"Hmph, not only will he die, but you will as well."

"No!"

Ji Ling'er quickly said, "As long as you don't kill Uncle Han, I'll do anything you ask."

"Anything, except seeking revenge for your brother Zhao Yan?"

Chu Feng's words left Ji Ling'er silent.

Chu Feng grabbed her again. "If you want me to spare him, then you must become my woman."

"No!" Ji Ling'er blurted out.

"How can you threaten people like this?"

Chu Feng scoffed, "So it's fine for you to threaten me with the lives of the entire Shen family, but I can't threaten you with Uncle Han's life?"

"How very double-standard of you."

Han Wendong said, "Miss Ling'er, don't! Even if I die, you can't let this scoundrel sully your purity."

"Chu Feng, you're just a minor elder of the Dao Sect. I was careless and let you defeat me, but do you know who I am? If you dare harm me, my Ji family will not let you off."

"You should know, our Ji family—"

"Ji family? One of the five imperial clans of the Tianyuan World from the Central Region. But unfortunately, this is the Eastern Wasteland, not your Central Region," Chen Wanwan interrupted Han Wendong.

Han Wendong laughed loudly. "Since you know our identity, you still dare kill me and harm my lady?"

Chen Wanwan waved her hand, and the void condensed into a gigantic black skull. She looked at Han Wendong with disdain. "Do you recognize this?"

Han Wendong's eyes widened with panic. "That's the Heavenly Demon Mark! You're from the Sacred Land of Heavenly Demons!"

"So what? Our Miss Ling'er is a direct descendant of the Ji family."

But in the next moment, Han Wendong's voice abruptly stopped, replaced by terror. "You're the Saintess of Heavenly Demons!"

"Impossible! How could the Saintess appear in such a humble Sword Province?"

Among the nine provinces of the Eastern Wasteland, Sword Province ranked last.

Blocked by the Qin Mountains.

When Ji Ling'er was hunted, this was why she fled to Sword Province, eventually rescued by the Zhao family.

The Sacred Land of Heavenly Demons was no less powerful than the Ji family.

And this was the Eastern Wasteland.

The territory of the Sacred Land of Heavenly Demons.

Ji Ling'er was indeed a direct descendant, but Han Wendong did not believe the Ji family would risk offending the Sacred Land over one descendant.

Chu Feng said, "Enough, I have no patience for his nonsense."

With a wave of his hand, he knocked Han Wendong unconscious.

Then, smiling, he looked at Ji Ling'er. "Now, your Uncle Han's life is in your hands. Either submit to me, or he dies, and I'll force myself on you. And let me warn you: don't even think of suicide. If you dare, I'll throw your corpse to the beggars in the street."

"A freshly dead body, still warm... I'm sure the beggars will find it quite interesting."

"You're not human. You're a demon!"

Ji Ling'er completely broke down.

Her face was ashen, her body trembling as she retreated.

"Hahaha."

Chu Feng laughed loudly. "If you see me as a demon, then so be it. I'm not just a demon—I'm the god of demons risen from hell itself."

With that, he scooped Ji Ling'er up.

She was like a dead woman, offering no resistance.

Chu Feng turned to Shen Zhong. "I'll be borrowing your room."

Shen Zhong hurried to prepare for the Immortal Lord.

Inside a luxurious chamber.

Chu Feng crudely removed all of Ji Ling'er's bindings, showing not a single trace of mercy.

Ji Ling'er was lifeless, like a corpse, letting Chu Feng do as he pleased.

A woman? That was simple enough.

Chu Feng had plenty of ways to deal with women.

In fact, this scene brought its own flavor. When he dealt with Chen Wanwan, he had forcefully disciplined her too—spanking, slapping, kicking, striking her chest. At first, Chen Wanwan fiercely resisted; the dignified Saintess of Heavenly Demons would never submit to such treatment.

But under Chu Feng's relentless "teaching stick," she finally surrendered.

By the end, she had even descended into madness.

Sure enough.

Chu Feng, taught by countless teachers in his previous life, employed all manner of methods.

At first, Ji Ling'er responded like a corpse.

Eventually, she began to react.

And by the end, she even started to cooperate.