C5 The Cold Wind Blew Wildly and Tortured the Yang Spring.

The morning sunlight sprinkled on the Unfamiliar Village, making the village appear more ancient and delicate. A few villagers were sitting on the rocks at the village entrance, discussing their experiences of working at night.

"Seventh Younger Brother, did your wife tell you countless times last night that I still want to..."

"Damn it, was that cat on the wall of my house last night you? How shameless!" Seventh Younger Brother slapped the potbelly, but he dodged it.

"Do you think I want to? Your wife's voice was so unpleasant to hear, and her voice was so loud that it woke me up from my beautiful dream. Most of the villagers must have heard it."

"If you want to hear something nice, you can go to the small courtyard at the top of the mountain."

"I want to go to the top of the mountain and lie on the wall for a few days and nights."

"I'm afraid that before you reach the top of the mountain, you will be killed by that brat, Feng Lian."

"That brat is indeed very nasty. That night, I was lying on Sister Hua's body next door and was about to ascend to the heavens, but I was bitten by a Nine-Tailed Hornet. It made me unable to stand up for half a year. If it weren't for the four-eyed dog that I raised, I would have thought that this was just an accident."

"Damn it, that brat is indeed hateful. Didn't I look at him a few more times? Last time, he dug a pit and filled it with dung at my door in the night. I fell into the pit early in the morning and was unlucky."

"I was even worse off than you. I woke up in the middle of the night to drink water, but the cup was filled with urine, and it was hot. It must have been that brat's doing."

"I wonder what they are feeding that brat with. He is only fourteen years old, and his size is almost the same as mine. His strength is even more astonishing."

"That little girl in their family is also a beauty. When she grows up, she will be a calamity to the country and the people."

When the villagers talked about that brat, they were filled with hatred and righteous indignation.

At this moment, the brat they hated the most walked out from the forest and happened to come to their side.

"What are you all chatting so happily about?" Feng Lian asked.

"Ah, run!"

"Don't bite me. Help!"

"That's impossible. How could a Spirit Beast enter the village?"

"Quickly tell the High Priest that the Spirit Beast has entered the village."

The villagers were in a panic and shouted as they scattered.

"Uncle, what are you all shouting about? It's me and Mr. Feng Lian." The pleasant voice of a girl called out, causing the escaping villagers to calm down a little.

Qi Zai hid behind the tree and observed for a while. After seeing the situation clearly, he wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and said, "It's you two!"

Wang … Friend. We felt scared to death. Did you two kill this Black Horn Earth Dragon?"

If one didn't look carefully, it would be hard to find a young man and woman standing under the stomach of the Black Horn Earth Dragon, the size of a small house.

They thought that the Black Horn Earth Dragon had walked over by itself.

The villagers were shocked momentarily and said a few words of praise before they went to work.

"Brother, walk a little slowly. Don't carry it by yourself. Otherwise, they will say that I'm being lazy." Mengjie protested as she held the Black Horn Earth Dragon's tail.

"Just now, you were the one who retreated backward, so I came after you. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to carry this huge monster."

"Just now was just now, and now is now. Hurry up, we are about to enter the village."

Feng Lian said helplessly, "How can a sister cheat her brother like this?"

As soon as they entered the village, they saw children running over and surrounding the Black Horn Earth Dragon. They jumped and sang, "Little Missy, you will get married. You are going to marry the Little madman. Quickly go up the mountain to pick fresh flowers, dye your face red, and dye your mouth red. In the next year, you will give birth to a fat baby."

When Mengjie heard this, her face turned red like the wildflowers on the mountaintop.

Feng Lian threatened the children, "If you keep singing like this, I'll pinch your little faces."

"We are not talking nonsense. Aunt Wu came to my house the day before yesterday and told my mother that you and Xiaojie will be getting married in a few days." A timid little girl said with her hands on her waist.

"That's right. Aunt Wu also came to our house and told us." The children said in unison.

This time, it was Feng Lian and Xiaojie who were stunned. What was going on? They had only been in the forest for ten days, only to get married when they returned. This was too unexpected.

Feng Lian and Xiaojie were filled with anxiety. They carried the Black Horn Earth Dragon to the small square in the village and handed it over to the villagers. Then, the ran back home.

"Stop right there." A few young men around sixteen or seventeen blocked Feng Lian and Mengjie's way.

Xiao Yangchun, a low-level cultivator, pointed at Feng Lian and said, "Little madman, you are not even a cultivator, and you are not worthy of Mengjie. You can scram now. Mengjie has to stay. I want to talk well with her about life and ideals."

Feng Lian pulled down his face and said, "You want to touch my sister with just a few of you? Do you want to get beaten up?"

"We may have given in to you before, but things have changed. Now, I'm fighting for my own happiness and I won't let you take it from me."

"Think my happiness depends on your submission? Then let's fight again. I'll beat you so badly your own parents won't recognize you."

"You may have parents, but you're still just a child. Is that old, ugly, blind man your father?" The taunt was followed by mocking laughter.

Unable to contain his rage at the insult aimed at Meng Ying, Mengjie struck the insulter across the face. The force of the slap was enough to make the offender's nose and mouth bleed profusely.

"Brother, step aside. I want to beat them up!" Mengjie wanted to get rid of Feng Lian, but he held her tightly.

Feng Lian said, "Why should I let my sister be the first to charge? Let me teach them a lesson."

After saying that, Feng Lian pounced on Xiao Yangchun. He was the strongest in this group of people. If he beat him, these people would be respectful.

Xiao Yangchun looked at Feng Lian's footsteps and sneered, "You stole our village's footwork and still dare to show off. Let me show you what is called..."

Before Xiao Yangchun could finish his sentence, Feng Lian was in front of him and sent him flying with a punch. However, he reacted quickly and released his protective barrier. Other than some pain, he was not injured too badly.

Xiao Yangchun did not expect to be sent flying by Feng Lian with a single punch. He was furious and rushed back to fight with Feng Lian.

Feng Lian did not have any spiritual energy and was completely relying on his brute force to fight against Xiao Yangchun. It was very laborious. However, Xiao Yangchun was not much better off. Being close to Feng Lian, who was very strong in both strength and defense, was like a nightmare.

They were like children fighting, rolling on the floor. Feng Lian, who was not a cultivator, was at a disadvantage and was beaten black and blue by Xiao Yangchun.

Mengjie was extremely nervous at the side and was prepared to go up and save him at any time.

Ultimately, Xiao Yangchun was no ordinary cultivator who had attained the Grace Level. After a brief moment, he seized an opportunity to form a protective barrier, successfully sending Feng Lian soaring through the air.

He was terrified that Feng Lian would get close to him again, so he immediately used his cultivation technique. Nine short swords condensed from spiritual energy kept shooting toward Feng Lian.

"Watch me end you, you toad!" Xiao Yangchun taunted, growing increasingly confident as he noticed Feng Lian's inability to get close to him. He knew that sooner or later, Feng Lian would exhaust himself.

Feng Lian, however, deftly employed his nimble and unconventional footwork to evade most of Xiao Yangchun's attacks. Although he had sustained a few wounds, they were superficial, thanks to the resilience he'd developed under Dao Ba's torturous training regimen.

"How can your footwork be so fast?" Xiao Yangchun could not help but ask.

They were both cultivating on the stone slabs of the Unfamiliar Village, so he did not understand how Feng Lian's the speed could be much faster than his. Even though he had spent a lot of energy, he was still unable to lock onto Feng Lian.

He did not even think about it. Every day, Feng Lian was forced to cultivate on the stone slabs for more than six hours by the two masters, Dao Ba and Ren Jian. This was not something an ordinary person could do. If Feng Lian did not have Mengjie accompanying him, he would probably be able to last for about two hours.

Feng Lian did not know what this footwork was called. The streets of the Unfamiliar Village were covered with different-shaped stone slabs. Qiu Shaan said that these stone slabs were actually a large array, and it was also a set of extremely high level footwork. Those who were fated to cultivate it could cultivate it. Feng Lian and Mengjie were brought here by Dao Ba and Ren Jian to cultivate footwork since they were young.

This footwork was the most effective against Spirit Beasts and now against Xiao Yangchun. Its effects were excellent.

However, Feng Lian felt very aggrieved. He was a little flustered when he dodged the nine swords of Spiritual Qi. He was simply unable to get close to Xiao Yangchun. How could he beat him until his parents did not recognize him?

"If we continue to waste time like this, we will lose. Why don't we fight to the death? I don't believe that a low-level cultivator has much ability." Feng Lian clenched his teeth and punched away the two short swords that were coming toward him.

Xiao Yangchun likewise had the same idea. He wanted to defeat Feng Lian as soon as possible. Otherwise, how could he establish a lofty image in front of Mengjie?

The two of them coincidentally met. Xiao Yangchun condensed the nine short swords into one and rushed toward Feng Lian's chest.

Feng Lian did not retreat or dodge. He punched straight at the short sword.

"Bang!" The short sword shattered, and the back of Feng Lian's hand was torn apart, revealing white bones.

"How does this work? How much power does this punch have?" The onlookers exclaimed.

However, the price was worth it. He was three meters away from Xiao Yangchun. He could fight him in close combat if he was two meters away.

Feng Lian endured the pain and rushed toward Xiao Yangchun, punching towards his chest.

Xiao Yangchun's short sword was shattered by Feng Lian. After being shocked for a moment, he immediately regained his calm. He condensed another nine short swords and avoided Feng Lian's fists, stabbing towards his waist and thigh.

Feng Lian avoided the short sword at his waist, but his left thigh was stabbed three times. It was burning hot. He did not use his spiritual energy to neutralize the short sword, instead he gritted his teeth and used his strong muscles to clamp the short sword, making Xiao Yangchun unable to take it back.

"Xiaojie, stop! Your brother is not that weak." Feng Lian saw that Mengjie was about to rush up to help, so he immediately cried out.

Mengjie stopped and waved her small fists as she shouted, "Brother, come on! Beat that little Chun!"

It was not that Mengjie did not want to help, but she was smart. She knew that Feng Lian could not become a cultivator, so he always felt inferior in his heart. So many times, she purposely acted spoiled to mske Feng Lian rush forward and build his confidence. She wanted him to know that she needed his care.

Perhaps Mengjie's encouragement had worked, Feng Lian suddenly exploded. He grabbed two short swords with both hands and waved them in front of him, blocking the remaining four swords.

Xiao Yangchun did not expect Feng Lian to come out with such a move, making him fight with him. Helplessly, he could only forcefully take back his spiritual energy sword, which had consumed more than half of his spiritual energy.

"You will now experience the true power of a true cultivator." Xiao Yangchun said angrily.

He snatched an iron rod from a young man beside him and injected his spiritual energy into it. The iron rod instantly emitted a bright orange light.

The iron rod in Xiao Yangchun's grip whistled through the air, radiating a brilliant orange glow that pierced the darkness. Recognizing the danger, Feng Lian couldn't afford to meet the attack head-on. Instead, he pushed the elusive footwork techniques of Unfamiliar Village to their limits, narrowly dodging Xiao Yangchun's menacing strike.

Seeing that Feng Lian did not dare approach, Xiao Yangchun again used his cultivation technique. However, this time, he could only condense four short swords with his remaining spiritual energy. However, to Feng Lian, the danger of four sharp blades was not as much as nine short swords.

Now, Feng Lian's hands were bloody, and he did not dare to grab the short swords with his hands anymore. He could only dodge. However, no matter how good his movement technique was, it was not fast enough for the short swords. In a short while, his body was covered with several wounds.

"Brother, do your best. You will defeat Little Chun." Mengjie shouted with tears in her eyes.

She held back the urge to help. She knew that Feng Lian's strength was not at the limit of his body. Although he was on the defensive now, his life was not in danger. Moreover, if she went up to help now, even if Feng Lian won, she would not feel comfortable in her heart.

Mengjie's shout awakened the dormant ancient beast in Feng Lian's body. Feng Lian's strength suddenly soared, and his body twisted into a challenging and strange posture as he passed through the gap between the four short swords. He threw out a punch.

Xiao Yangchun felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart, and he immediately withdrew his short sword. He used all his strength to summon a protective barrier and placed the iron rod in front of his chest to welcome the fist he could not dodge.

The powerful punch broke the iron rod; it broke through Xiao Yangchun's protective barrier and struck his chest.

This was one of the most challenging movement techniques that Ren Jian had taught him. Feng Lian had never been able to use it before, but he had perfectly displayed it at this moment—one punch to settle everything.

"Crack!" The sound of bones breaking rang out in everyone's ears, causing them to break out in a cold sweat.

Xiao Yangchun was sent flying more than ten meters away. He lay on the ground and coughed out blood continuously.

Feng Lian was still angry, so he rushed and started punching and kicking. This time, his parents really could not recognize him.

"Brother, you are the best! I knew you could win!" Mengjie happily jumped to Feng Lian's side and tightly grabbed Feng Lian's arm.

Feng Lian smiled at her. Only he knew that Mengjie was not expressing her excitement at this moment but her concern. Her hand was grabbing Feng Lian's arm, not letting Feng Lian, who had already used all his strength, fall.

Mengjie growled to the group of youngsters, "In the future if anyone dares to bully us siblings, I will break his arms and break his legs! Then let my brother beat him until his veins are all broken!"

Feng Lian took a deep breath and calmed the surging blood in his body. He pointed at Xiao Yangchun and said coldly, "If anyone dares to have any ideas about my sister in the future, he will end up like this!"

After saying that, he tugged Mengjie's hand and walked towards the small courtyard on the top of the mountain in a dignified manner.