The Aftermath and Farewell of Chapter Thirty-Three

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Not a word was spoken throughout the night.

Early the next morning, Zhuo Fei brought several of his most valued disciples to Yang Feng’s home to wait for him, just as they had agreed the day before.

They had also brought dozens of gifts, large and small, which filled the little living room to the brim.

Yang Fu and Lu Qing watched as the owner of the Collapse Fist Martial Arts Academy, a man about their own age, repeatedly addressed their son as his master. They could not help feeling a little strange.

Zhuo Fei, however, did not seem to mind in the slightest.

Chen Nan, the academy’s senior disciple, had come as well. With an indescribably complicated expression, he called Yang Feng “Grandmaster.”

At the beginning, he had even entertained the thought of taking Yang Feng as his disciple. Now, instead, he had become Yang Feng’s grand-disciple.

Although he found the situation rather bizarre, Chen Nan was genuinely convinced by Yang Feng. After all, Yang Feng was his grandmaster. Even if he wanted to show disrespect, he would not dare.

Yang Feng merely smiled and did not make things difficult for his two-meter-tall grand-disciple.

After breakfast, Yang Feng went to the Collapse Fist Martial Arts Academy to instruct Zhuo Fei.

Zhuo Fei had immersed himself in the Collapse Fist martial art for many years and had long since reached the stage of complete mastery. He was only a hair’s breadth away from entering the grandmaster realm.

Yet that tiny gap had trapped him for years.

Yang Feng felt that it would be difficult to make him comprehend the breakthrough through words alone. After thinking for a while, he ultimately decided to use the same method by which he himself had learned Collapse Fist.

He had Zhuo Fei take a blood-and-qi suppressant, then proceeded to beat him with perfected Collapse Fist. After all, that was how Yang Feng himself had learned it.

And so, poor Zhuo Fei was beaten from morning until night. Even the body of a peak third-tier martial artist was battered until his face was swollen and bruised.

Finally, at the moment the sun set, he understood.

He successfully stepped into the grandmaster realm of Collapse Fist.

Then he bowed deeply to Yang Feng.

This time, Yang Feng did not dodge. He accepted the bow calmly.

To thank Yang Feng, Zhuo Fei even gave him the Collapse Fist Martial Arts Academy branch nearest to his home.

Yang Feng tried to refuse, but he could not prevail and was ultimately forced to accept the branch. Only then did he learn that the Collapse Fist Martial Arts Academy had more than a dozen locations throughout Song City.

His disciple was actually a hidden tycoon. Every year, the academy’s earnings amounted to more than thirty million federal credits.

Yang Feng clicked his tongue in amazement.

He had never imagined that running a martial arts academy could be so profitable.

The next day, Yang Feng accepted Que Changxi’s invitation and went to his office.

Que Changxi was immensely excited when he saw Yang Feng arrive.

He personally welcomed and entertained Yang Feng, while Jiang Xinyue, seated nearby, stared curiously at this absurdly young master of cultivation techniques.

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If her teacher had not personally confirmed it, she would never have believed that Yang Feng was that master of cultivation techniques.

“Little Friend Yang Feng, after hearing the chairman’s warning last time, I really should not have sought you out again to discuss the cultivation of breathing methods.

“But I possess a damaged high-grade second-tier breathing method. It was entrusted to me by an old friend on his deathbed, along with the request that I find a way to restore it.

“You should know how difficult it is to repair a high-grade second-tier breathing method. My abilities are limited, and even after working on it for several years, I have made no progress. I was hoping you might take a look at it.

“Of course, I will understand if you refuse,” Que Changxi said.

Upon hearing that it was a high-grade second-tier breathing method that needed repairing, a flicker passed through Yang Feng’s eyes.

Another high-grade breathing method!

How could he refuse such an opportunity?

“You can show me the breathing method first.”

Que Changxi was delighted. He handed Yang Feng the Black Tortoise Breathing Method, which he had prepared long ago.

Yang Feng took it and examined it carefully.

When he finished, Que Changxi looked at him expectantly.

“How is it?”

“I am confident that I can repair it,” Yang Feng replied directly.

Que Changxi was overjoyed. He excitedly grasped Yang Feng’s hand.

Yang Feng silently withdrew his own hand, then continued, “However, I want the rights to cultivate and teach this breathing method.”

Que Changxi immediately said, “Of course. As long as you can repair it, there will be no problem.”

Yang Feng was pleased by his agreement. Although he could cultivate multiple breathing methods without worrying about anyone noticing anything unusual, he still had his younger brother, Yang Zhi, to consider. Once Yang Zhi became a second-tier martial artist, he would need a breathing method to cultivate.

As the elder brother, Yang Feng naturally had to think about his little brother.

…

That evening, after dinner, the two brothers went up to the roof.

“Brother, why did you call me up here? Are you planning to transfer ownership of our parents’ breakfast shop to me?” Yang Zhi asked dramatically.

Seeing his younger brother fooling around, Yang Feng laughed and cursed, “Get lost. Dad said the breakfast shop was left for me, so stop dreaming about it.”

Yang Zhi’s face immediately fell. He hurriedly defended himself.

“Things are different now. You’re already a second-tier martial artist!”

“Don’t even think about it. Even if I become a ninth-tier martial artist, you still won’t get the bun shop.”

Yang Feng decisively crushed his younger brother’s unrealistic fantasy.

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Yang Zhi: “…”

“I’m going to take the special admissions fast-track examination tomorrow. The house will be in your hands while I’m gone. These are three Foundation-Nourishing Pills. Make good use of them. If everything goes well, you should be able to become a martial artist by your second year of high school.”

As he spoke, Yang Feng placed the box of pills in his younger brother’s hands.

Yang Zhi stared at the pills with a complicated expression.

“I don’t want them. Keep them for yourself.” Yang Zhi refused.

He tried to put the pills back into Yang Feng’s hands.

Unfortunately, Yang Feng was now a second-tier martial artist. If he did not want his younger brother to return the pills, how could Yang Zhi possibly force them into his hands?

For the next half hour, Yang Zhi tried every means he could think of to give the pills back to his elder brother, but every attempt failed. In the end, he had no choice but to give up.

“These days, the one thing your brother has plenty of is restorative medicine. Just keep them,” Yang Feng said, leaving the rooftop afterward.

Yang Zhi was left behind, panting heavily.

At that moment, he suddenly found himself nostalgic for the frail elder brother he used to have.

But he was not going to give up.

If he could not do it openly, he would do it secretly. That night, he planned to sneak the Foundation-Nourishing Pills back into his brother’s bag.

Late that evening, a furtive figure quietly entered Yang Feng’s room and slipped the pills into his schoolbag. Seeing that his brother was still asleep, Yang Zhi let out a quiet sigh of relief. Then, with a smug expression, he tiptoed out of Yang Feng’s room.

At ten the next morning, Yang Feng prepared to leave for the special admissions fast-track examination site.

He stood beneath the apartment building.

“Mom, Dad, you don’t have to see me off. At this rate, you might as well escort me all the way to the examination site.”

Yang Zhi looked helpless.

“What kind of thing is that to say? We just can’t bear to part with you!” Lu Qing complained at once.

“All right, all right. You’re both right. The car is here, so I’ll be going.”

“Go on, go on! Remember to eat your meals, and don’t push yourself too hard! Take good care of yourself out there!”

“Got it, Mom!”

And so, amid his parents’ reluctance to let him go and his younger brother’s smug expression, Yang Feng boarded the vehicle that would take him away from Song City.

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