Chapter Forty-Three: Ambiguity

Old Master Feng no longer showed a shred of arrogance; instead, he was utterly humble, bowing low as he pleaded. Lin Feng glanced up at him, but did not make things difficult, replying calmly,

“I naturally won’t hold a grudge. But first come, first served—please, Old Master Feng, go to the end of the line.”

“You’re going too far! Don’t push your luck—do you know who my master is in Binhai City…”

A bodyguard behind Old Master Feng, unable to bear the slight, barked out angrily, but before he could finish, he was sternly rebuked by Old Master Feng:

“How dare you show disrespect to Master Lin? Slap your own face, then get out!”

“Old Master…I…I understand!”

The bodyguard finally obeyed, slapped himself, and slunk out of the competition hall.

And Old Master Feng, a pillar of Binhai City, actually trembled as he shuffled to the end of the line at Lin Feng’s command, obediently queuing up.

Everyone present was utterly shocked. Old Master Feng’s status in Binhai was on par with Old Master Tang—he was a true heavyweight.

Yet even he addressed Lin Feng as Master Lin, obeying his every word. That a mere son-in-law of a third-rate Binhai family could command such power and respect! The balance of Binhai might be shifting before their eyes.

…

With the Tang family’s assistance, Lin Feng smoothly took over assets worth nearly a hundred billion. The entire treasure competition came to a definitive end after Lin Feng cured Old Master Feng.

Rising from the seat of honor, Lin Feng was about to leave when Old Master Tang approached him with a warm, friendly air.

“Master Lin, are you leaving so soon?”

“That’s right. It’s getting late, and the matter here is settled. I should return.”

“Master Lin, if not for you tonight, this old man might have perished at Wang Yun’s hands. I have a villa standing empty in Hualong Villa District—it would be my honor to give it to you.”

“Consider it a fee for your guidance tonight—please don’t refuse.”

Old Master Tang personally offered him the keys, smiling.

Refuse?

The Hualong Villa District, situated along the lakeside, was the most prestigious neighborhood in Binhai—any villa there went for hundreds of millions.

Old Master Tang offered such a lavish gift with casual grace; Lin Feng saw the deeper meaning clearly.

Earlier, Tang Hui’s jade disc was just an upper hand’s gesture of goodwill to win over a worthy person.

But gifting a villa—that was a genuine overture among equals, a true gesture of friendship.

Lin Feng smiled slightly, remaining composed. A villa worth billions would never make his heart race or move him to gratitude.

After ten thousand years traversing the wilds of the cosmos, what was a mere villa to him? He had owned entire cultivation planets, and countless at that.

“If you insist, Old Master Tang, then I will accept, though I am quite unworthy.”

“As long as you like it, Master Lin. You’ve intervened multiple times tonight—you must be tired. Let Yun Yun escort you home. You two are of similar age; I’m sure you’ll get along.”

Having achieved his goal, Old Master Tang didn’t linger, but instead offered up his granddaughter, Tang Yun Yun.

Lin Feng smiled. “I’ll leave myself in your hands then—farewell.”

“Take care, Master Lin,” Old Master Tang replied with a kindly wave.

Lin Feng turned and departed as if drifting on the wind, leaving without a trace, elegant and unburdened.

“Father, that villa’s no small thing. Was it really worth it to go so far for him?” Tang Henian approached Old Master Tang, puzzled.

“To win him over? If it were possible, I’d even let Yun Yun marry him. Henian, do you understand what it means to be a Transcendent Adept?”

“You mean…Lin Feng is a Transcendent Adept!”

“Exactly. His methods are miraculous—on par with any Transcendent. If a prodigy like Lin Feng, barely twenty, continues to grow, not only Binhai’s martial leader Luo Qiankun, but even Liu Xingyun from the South Seas and Wu Wangda from Jiujiang would find a worthy rival. Such a man—a villa is nothing.”

“To rival Liu Xingyun and Wu Wangda!”

Even though he’d been prepared, Tang Henian’s heart still trembled at the thought.

Liu Xingyun and Wu Wangda—each a regional overlord, a power whose influence spread across entire provinces. They were local emperors in all but name.

Binhai might well see the rise of a true dragon—a ferocious one at that!

…

No sooner had Lin Feng left the Tang family estate than he received a text from Wang Lun.

That rascal had driven off in the Lamborghini, claiming it was to escort a beautiful woman home.

In truth, he just wanted an excuse to take Liu Susu for a spin—and try his luck with her.

“Always chasing women and forgetting his friends,” Lin Feng muttered to himself, preparing to hail a cab.

But just then, a clear, alluring voice sounded from behind:

“Lin Feng, are you looking for a ride? Why not let me take you home?”

He turned to see a woman dressed in a black, form-fitting leather suit, a crimson helmet on her head, striding over in high heels with a lively, charming gait.

The close-fitting leather set off her graceful, voluptuous figure perfectly. With every step, her ample chest bounced, her slender waist enticing, her long legs proud and upright—every movement was captivating, her allure undeniable.

Most striking of all, as she neared, she swept off her helmet with a flourish.

A cascade of glossy black curls tumbled free, revealing a delicate, breathtakingly beautiful face beneath subtle makeup.

“Miss Tang? It’s you!”

Indeed, this beauty was none other than Tang Yun Yun, eldest daughter of the Tang family and the leading flower among Binhai’s five celebrated beauties.

“Lin Feng, isn’t ‘Miss Tang’ a bit distant? Just call me Yun Yun. Grandpa asked me to see you home. Are you comfortable on a motorcycle?”

Tang Yun Yun’s smile was enchanting and playful. Compared to her dignified poise at the auction, she was now a chameleon—a true queen of versatility, even more charming in her current guise.

Lin Feng shook his head with a wry smile. Clearly, Old Master Tang was going all out to win him over.

A villa wasn’t enough—now he was offering up his precious granddaughter?

Lin Feng politely declined, “Uh…Miss Tang, you must be joking. I think I’d prefer something more ordinary.”

“A motorcycle is very ordinary, Lin Feng. Don’t worry—my driving skills are top notch, absolutely safe.”

Tang Yun Yun flashed a dazzling smile, her scarlet lips pouting playfully, a blend of cuteness and seductive charm.

With a swift kick of her long legs, she mounted a BMW R1200 luxury motorcycle, her striking figure impossible to ignore.

Had it been any ordinary man, he’d likely be getting a nosebleed by now.

“All right, Lin Feng, hop on. I drive fast—hold on tight!”

“With that kind of driving, how could you not go fast?” Lin Feng muttered. Such a blatant invitation—she was flirting, no doubt about it.

He climbed onto the bike, deliberately leaving a gap between them to avoid any contact, folding his arms, unmoving as a mountain—not daring to wrap his arms around her waist.

Tang Yun Yun stifled a giggle at his awkwardness.

His composure and bravery at the auction had already won her admiration, which was why she was now testing him with her most powerful weapon.

But to her surprise, Lin Feng was so old-fashioned—almost comically straight-laced.

With a roar, Tang Yun Yun revved the engine and the motorcycle shot off, soon arriving outside the Shuiyue Apartment Complex, building three.

Lin Feng got off, ready to head upstairs, but Tang Yun Yun called after him.

“Lin Feng, I’m sorry—the ride was so fast I messed up your clothes!”

Removing her helmet, she stepped close and began to straighten his collar with intimate care.

Their faces were so near they could feel each other’s breath. Looking into his deep brown eyes, she bit her lip seductively and said,

“Lin Feng, Grandpa said that if you wish, you can join the Tang family as our son-in-law at any time.”

Her words were ambiguous and direct, but Lin Feng only smiled in response.

“Tell Old Master Tang, there’s no need. I won’t step lightly into the fortress of marriage again.”

With that, he turned and strode away, decisive and carefree.

But as he turned, he saw Yao Qianqian standing downstairs, her gaze cold and indifferent as she looked at him.

“Lin Feng, you’re finally back.”