Chapter 32: Zhuo Fei Seeks a Master!

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After coming to his senses, Yu Tong burst out laughing. Everyone in the office except Yang Feng and Zhuo Fei joined in.

“Hahaha! Interesting, truly interesting! Today has been full of surprises! I never expected you to have another surprise up your sleeve, Yang Feng! Excellent. Young and promising—very promising!”

Then, remembering that Master Que was also present, he asked, “Master Que, what brings you here this time?” Yu Tong had always been a straightforward man.

Que Changxi looked somewhat embarrassed. “President, I’m not here to see you this time. I came because of Young Friend Yang Feng.”

“So the two of you are both here for Yang Feng!” Yu Tong said irritably.

At the same time, he was curious about what Que Changxi wanted with Yang Feng.

Yang Feng was equally puzzled. He did not know the man standing before him.

Que Changxi came straight to the point. “Young Friend Yang Feng, I would like you to introduce me to your master.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Feng was utterly bewildered.

His master?

When had he ever had a master?

He instinctively glanced at Zhuo Fei. Zhuo Fei could barely be considered his master before, but now he had become Yang Feng’s disciple instead.

Yang Feng truly had no idea where this supposed master had come from.

“Master Que, I don’t have a master.”

Que Changxi grew anxious at once. “How could you possibly not have a master? Who, then, completed the martial arts manual restoration task issued by the Warrior Association?”

Yang Feng’s expression turned strange.

He understood now. The other man had misunderstood.

“I restored it myself.”

The moment he said this, the entire office fell silent.

Yu Tong fixed Yang Feng with a sharp gaze, trying to determine whether he was joking.

But Yang Feng’s expression remained perfectly calm, without the slightest hint of deception. He was telling the absolute truth.

“You’re telling the truth?” Yu Tong asked.

“Yes. I restored it myself. When I first became a First-Order Warrior, I lacked a suitable breathing technique for cultivation, so I could only accept tasks involving the restoration of breathing techniques. I never expected to have a talent for it, so I tried restoring a martial arts manual—and in the end, I succeeded.”

Everyone fell silent.

Their first thought was that this was absurd—unbelievably absurd.

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How could such a thing be possible? It was like a newborn baby solving high-school mathematics problems.

If anyone else had made such a claim, not a single person present would have believed it. But Yang Feng was different. He had become a Second-Order Warrior at eighteen and had mastered a martial skill to the pinnacle.

Each of those accomplishments seemed impossible, yet Yang Feng had achieved them all. Now that he claimed he could restore martial arts manuals, it somehow did not seem quite so unacceptable.

After the office remained silent for several seconds, Yu Tong stood up, patted Yang Feng on the shoulder, and said with a complicated expression, “Your talent in martial arts is exceptional. But a person’s energy is limited. A genius like you ought to devote all his time and effort to advancing in martial arts. The path of a martial arts master requires an enormous investment of time and energy. It is not suitable for you. I hope you can focus more on martial arts so that you can achieve even greater accomplishments.”

Even Que Changxi did not object to these words.

Indeed, if Yang Feng had merely been an ordinary genius, Que Changxi might have encouraged him to pursue this path. But with Yang Feng’s talent, becoming a master of martial arts manuals would be a waste.

Thus, of everyone present, Que Changxi’s emotions were the most complicated. After discovering that Yang Feng was the mysterious master of martial arts manuals, he felt both excitement and disappointment.

He was excited because he had found the mysterious master he had been searching for. He was disappointed because he realized that Yang Feng was unlikely to develop along that path.

Yang Feng nodded without arguing.

President Yu Tong was right. Of course, Yang Feng was an exception—he had a cheat on his side.

Seeing him nod, Yu Tong finally smiled.

“All right. In the future, try not to let anyone else know that you can restore martial arts manuals. Let this matter end here.”

Since the president had spoken, Que Changxi could only nod in agreement.

“Excellent. Today is a wonderful day. Secretary, reserve a private room at the Song City Grand Hotel. We need to celebrate properly tonight!” Yu Tong said happily.

No one present refused. Nobody would be foolish enough to deny the president face at a time like this.

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Yang Feng had originally thought that the evening’s celebration would be a simple meal shared by the few people present. What he had not expected was for it to turn into a banquet attended by dozens.

Apart from his family and teachers, everyone else was a high-ranking official from Song City.

Yang Feng barely ate anything that evening. He was too busy meeting people.

Even as a Second-Order Warrior, he found this kind of socializing exhausting.

During the banquet, Yang Fu and Lu Qing watched their son remain calm and composed before Song City’s most influential figures. It still felt like something out of a dream.

After the banquet ended, Shi Qizheng found Yang Feng.

“Yang Feng, the Direct Special Recruitment Examination begins on the eighteenth. You need to take care of everything on your end over the next two days. It would be best if you could arrive at the examination venue ahead of time.”

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Shi Qizheng could now practically be considered the future director of academic affairs. The three great joys of life were promotion, wealth, and death… Ahem, educating outstanding students!

He had already secured two of those. Naturally, he was in high spirits.

Moreover, Yang Feng had been discovered by him, so he had taken over from the homeroom teacher, Ma Yuan, as Yang Feng’s primary contact.

Yang Feng still held his teacher in great respect. “All right, Teacher Shi. I’ll make the necessary arrangements over the next two days.”

At that moment, two beautiful girls standing nearby had been watching them the entire time.

They were Zheng Jinning and Lin Xiaorong. Both had attended the banquet as well. Zheng Jinning was also the niece of the president of the Zhengfu City Warrior Association, and once Yu Tong learned of her identity, he naturally invited them both.

“Beautiful, do you still want to fight me?” Yang Feng teased.

Zheng Jinning looked at him with a complicated expression before finally shaking her head. “No. I’m not your match.”

Although she was unwilling to accept it, she understood that she could never defeat Yang Feng. She had no interest in being beaten.

Yang Feng smiled, unsurprised.

If someone knew he was a Second-Order Warrior and still insisted on fighting him, that would be sheer stupidity.

And Zheng Jinning was clearly no fool.

“But I’ll challenge you again later. See you at the Direct Special Recruitment Examination!”

Lin Xiaorong also made a face at Yang Feng.

Then she left with Zheng Jinning.

Yang Feng merely smiled and paid it no mind. He was not surprised that she would take part in the Direct Special Recruitment Examination. How could a gathering place for monsters like that be missing someone like her?

If Zheng Jinning had not been there, that would have surprised him.

After the banquet ended, the secretary insisted on driving Yang Feng and his family home.

The day’s experiences had been far too fantastical for Yang Fu and Lu Qing. The couple had countless questions for their son.

Knowing he could not escape, Yang Feng honestly explained everything. Throughout the entire conversation, Yang Zhi said nothing. He merely sat on the sofa and listened in silence, finally resolving the mystery of where his elder brother had obtained the money to buy him vitality pills.

His parents did not let him go until eleven that night.

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