Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 410: Meeting the Senior Brother

After discussing matters with his senior sister that morning, Lin Feng drove by himself to Qingning Temple in the outskirts of Tianhai City. He had made plans a few days ago to chat and drink tea here with his senior brother and Zhou Yang. Since there were no classes today, they had set the time for today. Moreover, he had informed the teachers of the French Department the night before when he left work, so there was no need to worry about the students at school.

Lin Feng had never been here before. He relied solely on navigation to find this large-scale temple at the foot of a mountain. Seeing the magnificent Qingning Temple in front of him, Lin Feng felt utterly speechless. It was clearly a place of lively incense burning and bustling crowds, yet it bore such a name that seemed rather ironic to him.

"Brother, where are you guys?" Lin Feng called Wang Anjun’s phone to ask where they were. The temple was rather large and crowded, which made searching for them difficult. He didn’t understand why they chose this place for tea.

"We’re at the back mountain of Qingning Temple. Do you see the road to the right of the entrance? Just drive all the way to the end." Upon hearing Lin Feng had arrived, Wang Anjun immediately gave his junior brother directions. The place was indeed not easy to find, but it was definitely a good spot.

"Got it, I know the way." Lin Feng, upon getting directions, hung up and drove down the small road his senior brother had mentioned. It took him a full half hour before he arrived at a place where two cars were parked.

Without a doubt, the two vehicles belonged to his senior brother and Wang Anjun. Lin Feng parked his car to the side and got out to examine the ancient house built with green tiles in front of him.

"May I presume Mr. Lin Feng has arrived?" A monk dressed in plain robes approached Lin Feng when he got out of the car and asked.

"That’s me. Where are they?" Lin Feng listened to the monk and, knowing he was there to meet him, inquired about the whereabouts of his senior brother and Zhou Yang.

"Just follow this road, keep going and you’ll find them. They’re by Cloud Spring," the monk pointed down a path inside the temple and replied to Lin Feng. The two others had arrived quite a while ago and had been waiting for him all along.

"Thank you." Lin Feng thanked the monk and then strode along the path the monk had pointed out.

...

Wang Anjun and Zhou Yang were having a great time chatting and drinking tea here. They had chosen this place because of a famous spring called ’Cloud Spring.’ Drinking tea here was especially refreshing, with a quiet environment, birds singing, flowers fragrant, and an even more aromatic tea—truly a delight.

"Zhou Yang, this is a nice place. How did you find it? It is indeed very nice, with a great environment. It’s hard to find places like this nowadays." Wang Anjun immediately fell in love with the surroundings upon seeing them, noting that such an environment was rare, especially to find such a sanctuary in bustling Tianhai City.

"I came here with someone once before, and I’ve never forgotten it since. That’s why I brought Brother Wang and Lin Feng here this time. It’s peaceful, the springwater is good—it’s the best place for tea." Hearing Wang Anjun’s praise, Zhou Yang was very pleased, as he too was very fond of this place.

Moreover, gathering today with Brother Wang and Lin Feng, the environment was perfect. If they had chosen a teahouse in the city, it would still be noisy, not even comparable to here.

"Brother Wang, I really miss the days when we went on missions. Oh, Brother Wang, let’s spar a bit. We’re just waiting for Lin Feng, and it’s been a long time since I’ve tested my skills against Brother Wang." Suddenly, Zhou Yang, looking at Wang Anjun sitting across from him, was struck by a whim. When they had nothing to do in the past, they liked to practice fighting each other. Zhou Yang knew that Brother Wang was mostly teaching him, and those moments were truly joyful. Even though he was beaten up every day, he never thought anything else of it.

Later, after Zhou Yang encountered trouble, he was forcibly reassigned to a local position. The National Security Bureau watched him too closely, monitoring him for over two years before all surveillance was finally lifted. It was from that time on that he could no longer get through to Wang Anjun’s number and consequently lost contact with him.

"Has your body fully recovered?" Wang Anjun certainly knew what Zhou Yang had in mind, so he expressed concern for his health. If there was truly nothing wrong, a little light activity would be fine.

"I recovered a long time ago. Although I haven’t regained my previous condition, I’m still much stronger than the average person." Hearing Wang Anjun say this, Zhou Yang immediately flexed his arm, showing his muscles to Brother Wang as a sign. Although he no longer stayed in the department, he still insisted on exercising, so Zhou Yang was still in top physical shape.

"Since you’re in the mood, then let’s give it a try. I want to see if you’ve regressed over these many years," Wang Anjun said, his interest piqued by Zhou Yang’s enthusiasm. He wanted to spar with Zhou Yang, as it had been many years since they last trained together. The environment was so pleasant, that it seemed like a fine idea to warm up a bit.

Having said that, Wang Anjun and Zhou Yang both stood up and went to an open space nearby. The two casually began sparring. Of course, it wasn’t a real fight, and both Wang Anjun and Zhou Yang were simply using their bodily strength as they struck each other with flashy moves, stopping short of actually hitting.

In this way, the more they fought, the more engaged they became, the happier they got, as they reminisced about the old days...

...

When Lin Feng arrived at the scene, he immediately noticed his senior brother, Wang Anjun, and Zhou Yang sparring. While he was surprised to see them throwing punches, he quickly realized from their controlled contact that they were merely practicing and playing around.

With that thought, Lin Feng sat down at the tea table he had just left, casually poured himself a cup of tea from the pot, and slowly savored it alone while watching his senior brother and Zhou Yang spar. But as he watched, Lin Feng noticed some problems with his senior brother, who...

"Zhou Yang, attack my senior brother’s Tianming, Yuanchao, and Sanyuan points!"

"Phoenix Pool, Heavenly Seal, and Guiyuan, these three exemptions!"

"..."

As Lin Feng continued to observe from the side, he began to feel more and more that something was off, eventually unable to resist dictating certain pressure points for Zhou Yang to attack, aiming to put more pressure on his senior brother, targeting all his weak spots.

When Zhou Yang heard Lin Feng’s instructions, he immediately followed them without hesitation, firmly believing that there was a reason behind Lin Feng’s every action. This had always been the case ever since Lin Feng appeared, and so without any doubt, Zhou Yang carried out the orders promptly, not understanding why but knowing he would be told once it was over.

At the end, Zhou Yang was fully acting on Lin Feng’s words, and as Lin Feng shouted instructions more rapidly, Zhou Yang’s attacks sped up accordingly. Soon Wang Anjun began to feel an enormous pressure, finding it very strange that Zhou Yang, under the guidance of his junior, was making him feel so endangered. The pressure kept building over time, and in the end, Wang Anjun couldn’t help but draw upon his cultivation technique to resist Zhou Yang’s attacks.

Seeing that his senior brother had resorted to using his cultivation technique to fend off Zhou Yang’s attacks, a smile crept onto Lin Feng’s lips. He no longer sat idly by; with a flicker of his body, he rushed forward, lightly pushing Zhou Yang aside to take over the sparring with his senior brother.

Although Wang Anjun did not understand his junior’s thinking, he continued the bout since Lin Feng had shown up, taking the opportunity to gauge just how terrifying his junior’s true strength was.

Having witnessed his junior’s technique in Africa, but never having sparred with him personally, Wang Anjun’s forehead was soon covered in sweat upon engaging with Lin Feng, whose movements were incredibly fast, striking at targets he had never even considered vulnerable. This left him in treacherous straits, and what was more astounding was Lin Feng’s absence of any spells, relying solely on his body’s capability to pressure him to this extent—this was simply absurd...

However, Wang Anjun did not have the luxury of contemplation, knowing how formidable his junior was, but if he were to be defeated by Lin Feng without even the use of True Qi, he couldn’t face the title of senior brother. With that thought, Wang Anjun pushed his cultivation power to the limit, focusing intensely on dissecting his junior’s moves. But what unsettled him was the fact that, even at his limit, he couldn’t alleviate the overwhelming pressure.

"Huff, huff, huff!"

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

...

The two were locked in close combat, attacking each other faster and faster, and Wang Anjun’s sweat flowed more abundantly.

Now, with no solution in hand, all he could do was to desperately fend off Lin Feng’s attacks, concerned with maintaining his dignity. He couldn’t let his junior defeat him so easily. At this point, Wang Anjun entered a unique state in which all he could see was Lin Feng’s fists, with nothing else entering his vision.

At this moment, Wang Anjun didn’t even feel how his sweat had already soaked through his clothes; there was only one thought in his mind, to block Lin Feng’s fists.

Zhou Yang watched from the side, dumbstruck by the bout between Lin Feng and Wang Anjun. Others might not know, but he was well aware that Brother Wang was an AA-grade peak master whose skill had always been something he looked up to, the strongest in the special operations. But, Lin Feng was able to pressure Brother Wang to this state without using any True Qi, this... this was beyond belief. It seemed that his previous estimations of Lin Feng had been too conservative. Heavens! How could someone so young be so capable? He remembered when he was Lin Feng’s age; he hadn’t even reached A-grade! Watching from the side, Zhou Yang was so taken aback by Lin Feng’s skill that he was left speechless and stunned.

At this time, Lin Feng could tell that his senior brother, Wang Anjun, had reached his ultimate limit and was very close to a breakthrough. With this in mind, Lin Feng accelerated his moves, increasing the pressure on Wang Anjun even more. Feeling this sudden surge from Lin Feng, Wang Anjun experienced an intensifying strain, but there was no stopping now. Like a tireless automaton, he kept operating frantically, attempting to block every one of Lin Feng’s punches.

Just as Wang Anjun could no longer withstand Lin Feng’s onslaught, Lin Feng acted, inserting four silver needles into Wang Anjun’s body, and then placing his hand on several crucial acupoints on Wang Anjun’s back, guiding his True Qi to move through his body following Lin Feng’s specified routes and volumes.

Wang Anjun now felt an unbearable pain throughout his body, without knowing how to cope, as after Lin Feng pinned his back, he couldn’t move at all and had to endure the inhuman agony.

But Lin Feng paid no mind to Wang Anjun’s reactions, continuing to close his eyes and use his own True Qi to help Wang Anjun force through one barrier after another within his meridians.