Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 628: Attack on the Qingfeng Sect (First Update, Seeking Monthly Votes)

Originally, Lin Feng wanted Zhu Tao to directly deal with Cui Jinhao, but after giving it some thought, Lin Feng realized that this wouldn’t work. If anything happened to Cui Jinhao, his backers from the Six-Star Group would definitely not let it go easily. If things got out of hand, the government might intervene, which could bring trouble for Ding Wan’er and the entire Yingbo University, and even lead to diplomatic issues. After all, Zhu Tao and Huang Shi were part of the delegation from Yingbo University, and everyone was watching. This issue could not be avoided. Considering this, he could only give up on tackling Cui Jinhao and choose to target his martial arts sect instead.

In that case, it would be a matter of martial arts exchange; even if the government were to get involved, they would have no grounds to object, and no one would be able to point fingers. It would not only allow them to vent for Huang Shi, but also serve as a stark warning to Qingfeng Sect and Cui Jinhao that they are not pushovers. Since Cui Jinhao was so unappreciative, it was time for him to taste the bitter fruits of his own making...

"Alright, Young Master, I understand what to do," Zhu Tao said before he left the room. With a solemn face, he promptly left the hotel. When he first arrived in Tianhai, it was Huang Shi he interacted with, and he had long since recognized Huang Shi as a good person. Now that Huang Shi had been injured to such an extent by Cui Jinhao, Zhu Tao also clearly understood Lin Feng’s decision. Although he had spent decades in the Golden Triangle, he still knew of large quasi-governmental, quasi-family conglomerates like the Six-Star Group and was aware of their immense power. Therefore, he couldn’t directly take action against Cui Jinhao.

Since they couldn’t directly target Cui Jinhao, Qingfeng Sect deservedly had to bear this involvement. Zhu Tao had already made up his mind to strictly follow Lin Feng’s plan, deciding to target Qingfeng Sect that very night.

Zhu Tao left the hotel, hired a Chinese-speaking taxi, and disappeared into the night.

Though the night was long, it felt incredibly fulfilling for the taxi driver, who earned five times as much as he usually did. He was in exceedingly high spirits, delighted beyond measure, but unaware of why the skinny old man in the back seat had raced through all the martial arts dojos in one night...

That night, while the people of Shoucheng were still in deep slumber, the dojos of the Qingfeng Sect went through the most painful night.

Zhu Tao challenged thirty-six dojos of the Qingfeng Sect in Shoucheng in a single night. At each dojo, he invited every single person to come at him together and left only after inflicting serious injuries on all of them.

Call after call reached Sect Leader Pu Zefeng in H Country, and with each call, his rage grew harder to contain. In H Country, he was an esteemed master above all others; how could he tolerate such insolence? It was a blatant provocation that he could not accept. Hence, after more than a dozen calls, he instructed the remaining members to invite that person to Qingfeng Mountain, where he intended to personally teach that unknowing, skinny old man a lesson.

However, things did not go as he expected. Instead of halting the destruction, the perpetrator had completely thrashed all their dojos before vanishing! Only then did Pu Zefeng realize that someone was challenging their sect to unleash their anger on his disciples. Nevertheless, he couldn’t fathom why the challenger was so enraged, to rip through all thirty-six Qingfeng Sect dojos in Shoucheng overnight. According to his men, the one causing trouble was definitely an AAA-grade master or above, and without any surprises, the last stop would be his place.

With this in mind, Pu Zefeng immediately ordered the disciples guarding the Qingfeng Sect to lead the skinny old man from Huaxia directly to the Bishui Pool in the valley behind the mountain once he arrived. There was no alternative solution to this matter; he had to thoroughly deal with this skinny old man to let the world know the dignity of H Country’s top expert was not to be challenged!

Pu Zefeng stood alone in the valley behind Qingfeng Mountain, silently waiting for Zhu Tao’s arrival. In his view, as a prestigious S-grade expert at the middle stage, there were hardly any challengers in the world for him. That ignorant skinny old man dared to cause trouble for Qingfeng Sect, undoubtedly an act of courting death. Since the opponent had made such a move, he saw no reason to be hospitable!

...

At dawn, Zhu Tao drove to Qingfeng Mountain of Qingfeng Sect in a taxi, instructed the driver to wait outside, and then strode toward the grand entrance of Qingfeng Sect.

As soon as Zhu Tao stepped into the gates, he was greeted by two disciples dressed in Qingfeng Sect’s attire.

"Master has been waiting for you at Bishui Pool on the back mountain for a long time. Please follow me," one of the disciples said respectfully in Chinese, bowing. As gatekeepers, they were able to welcome all visitors fluently in four different languages, so speaking Chinese was perfectly normal for them.

"Understood," Zhu Tao replied, grasping the situation as soon as the disciple spoke. Pu Zefeng must have been waiting for him for a while. In that case, he thought, he might as well go directly to face him in combat. With this thought in mind, his feet suddenly exerted force, producing a thunderous noise.

"Boom!"

Zhu Tao vanished on the spot like a beam of light...

"This..."

"This..."

The two disciples simply couldn’t believe what was happening before their eyes, standing stunned on the spot, wordless, the thin old man was just too...too incredible, how could he be so powerful? If not for the large pit over three meters in diameter still present, they would’ve thought they’d just experienced a hallucination...

......

Zhu Tao appeared beside Bishui Pool like a gust of wind, sword in hand, looking at an old man in the distance wearing white shorts, his hair grizzled but his spirit unusually bright.

"You must be Pu Zefeng," Zhu Tao said indifferently, yet his words carried an unmistakably angry tone.

"Who are you, and why did you challenge thirty-six of my martial arts schools all in one night?" Park Zefeng asked in Chinese, his tone slightly angry, eyeing the skinny old man who’d appeared, feeling a sense of pressure. The moment the old man showed up, he had revealed himself to be an S-class warrior. Park Zefeng hadn’t expected the person who challenged his thirty-six schools to be an S-class warrior. It seemed there must have been some unknown events unfolding. Otherwise, under normal circumstances, an S-class warrior would consider such actions beneath them.

When Park Zefeng was young, he spent a significant amount of time in Huaxia, for he was a martial arts addict and yearned for Huaxia, a sacred land for cultivators. During his time in Huaxia, he serendipitously met a hidden master and spent a long time with him. It was this hidden master’s advice that facilitated his later developments. Park Zefeng also committed to memory the things the hidden master had shared about the Cultivation World in Huaxia, including matters related to S-class warriors.

The hidden master had once said that a true S-class warrior should possess their own Ancient Sword, because after reaching the S-class, advancing further was harder than ascending to heaven, so most who became S-class warriors started seeking an Ancient Sword for themselves. However, the Ancient Swords passed down from ancient times were exceedingly rare; even in Huaxia, only a handful of people had their own Ancient Swords, and such weapons greatly enhanced one’s combat power. The power of a Sword Gang was incomparable to that of a Fist Aura.

After becoming an S-class warrior, Pu Zefeng, too, tirelessly sought an Ancient Sword of his own, but after over a decade, he found no such luck and had nearly given up on the idea. Today, suddenly seeing an Ancient Sword in the hands of the opponent naturally made him look at the skinny old man before him with new eyes, leading him to wonder what exactly had happened to draw an S-class warrior from Huaxia to the Qingfeng Sect. He needed to get to the bottom of this, no matter what.

"My name is Zhu Tao, and the reason I challenged your thirty-six martial arts schools is that the young master ordered me to teach you a lesson," Zhu Tao responded coldly.

"Teach me a lesson, do you know who I am?!" Upon hearing Zhu Tao’s words, Pu Zefeng suddenly felt baffled, finding Zhu Tao’s speech utterly nonsensical. He, the premier warrior of H Country, how could someone just decide to ’teach him a lesson’? What did this Zhu Tao take him for? Truly boastful!

"Aren’t you just the so-called number one warrior of H Country? There’s nothing so remarkable about that," Zhu Tao spoke easily, showing no regard for Pu Zefeng. To tell the truth, he really didn’t view Pu Zefeng as important. Although Zhu Tao had long heard of Pu Zefeng being an S-class warrior, he was without a weapon, and Zhu Tao was not at all worried. The difference between an S-class warrior with and without a weapon was significant—a fact well recognized in the Cultivation World.

"You..." Pu Zefeng was left at a loss for words by Zhu Tao’s remark, inwardly seething with anger from last night’s events, his rage simmering even more upon hearing Zhu Tao’s comment. The True Qi within him began to circulate automatically, a gust emanating from his body whipping up the dust around, signaling that he was on the brink of fury.

"Enough, I don’t want to waste words. Let me tell you something, I’m here today all because of the trouble your precious disciple caused." Zhu Tao, seeing Pu Zefeng’s condition, was not surprised at all. Since he had come to discipline Pu Zefeng today, he went straight to the point without further ado.

"My disciple?" Hearing Zhu Tao’s words, Pu Zefeng was immediately taken aback, never anticipating that a disciple of his could provoke an S-class warrior to come knocking for a challenge. Pu Zefeng knew Zhu Tao wasn’t lying; at this level, there would be no point in falsehoods. He couldn’t fathom how his disciple could have offended such a formidable person. What exactly had happened?

"I can’t be bothered to explain. Go ask for yourself. Today, I intend to see just how powerful the number one warrior of H Country really is. Take this!" Zhu Tao, finding the sight of Pu Zefeng aggravating, especially for the way he had trained his disciple, couldn’t be bothered with further talks. As soon as his last word dropped, he waved his hand, sending forth a Sword Gang twenty meters long that emitted a sound like a dragon’s chant, charging towards Pu Zefeng.