Chapter 010: Provocation (I)

On that morning, Long Feitian, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed in meditation, trembled all over and suddenly opened his eyes wide, his face filled with surprise: "This battle energy pearl is truly extraordinary; I have only been practicing for four days, yet I can completely match what others achieve in a month of training."

Tong Xiang became an orphan at the age of five, wandering in Gaoyang City to beg for a living. It was Miao Fengyi who brought her to the Long family and took her in as a personal maid. Tong Xiang has always been grateful to Miao Fengyi, not only doing her utmost to handle all matters well but also taking care of Long Feitian, who is two years younger than her, with meticulous attention. Even when it was later discovered that Long Feitian could not cultivate, she did not change in the slightest.

If this is indeed the case, where does Long Feitian's strength come from? Moreover, judging from the power he displayed when he knocked Long Lixin away, it is clear that it is not something that can be achieved through just a day or two of training

However, just as I reached out my hand, it was seized by Long Feitian.

"Anyway, I have nothing to do, let's go." Long Feitian smiled faintly, disregarding Tongxiang, and walked towards the door. Over the past two days, he had learned many things about the family from Miao Fengyi and Tongxiang.

"Stop it!" A loud shout rang out as a middle-aged man, around fifty years old, with sword-like eyebrows and large eyes, and a slightly plump physique, approached Long Feitian in front of the library with an angry expression.

"Long Jincheng, the steward of this kitchen," a middle-aged man glared angrily at Long Feitian and said sternly, "On what grounds do you strike my people? If you do not provide an explanation today, we shall go to the elders to seek justice."

According to Tong Xiang, ever since the head of the family, namely Long Feitian's father Long Hongfei, completely entered seclusion, under the covert instructions of the second master Long Xingcheng, their treatment has been deteriorating increasingly.

"It is over there." The plump chef felt somewhat puzzled by Long Feitian's question, but recalling Long Feitian and his companions' past cowardice, he did not dwell on it further. He pointed to a nearby table laden with several bowls filled with meat, his tone brimming with pride.

As for the meals they eat, it is similarly the case. Initially, it was somewhat acceptable; although it could not be compared to what others had, the dishes were still palatable, and occasionally there would be some minced meat. However, in the past two years, the quality of the meals has deteriorated increasingly, especially in the last year, where not only have they not seen any oil droplets, but even the taste has become difficult to swallow

With a look of doubt, he turned to Long Feitian, who shook his head and then looked at the plump chef, asking coldly, "Are you sure that what is placed on this table and in the book is indeed our dish?"

A chilling scream continuously erupted from the mouth of the plump chef, instantly alarming everyone in the kitchen, who all gathered around, some holding spatulas in their hands

If Long Feitian had already cultivated battle energy but deliberately concealed it, what could be his reasons for doing so? Such cunning is truly formidable

"Go get it yourself, it's on the table over there," said a chef so fat that his neck was nearly invisible, speaking to Xiang who remained indifferent. As for Long Feitian beside him, he pretended not to notice. Although he had heard about Er Gouzi being beaten, he did not believe that this useless Long Feitian had suddenly become so strong.

Upon learning of these circumstances, Long Feitian also formulated a plan in his heart, which is why he insisted on going to get food with Tong Xiang this morning

"Is it a judgment?" A cold expression flashed across Long Feitian's face, his fist striking out like a dragon emerging from the sea. With a loud bang, Long Jincheng fell to the ground, clutching his nose.

As they chatted along the way, the two soon arrived at the kitchen. News of San Gu being injured and Er Gouzi being beaten had already spread throughout the Long residence, and everyone was aware of it. Therefore, when the kitchen staff and the librarian saw He Xiang and Long Feitian, although their eyes still held disdain, their attitudes had noticeably softened.

When they saw the useless Long Feitian violently pounding the fat chef to the ground, everyone felt it was unreal, all thinking they were seeing things, and it took them a long time to react.

Thus, when the captain of the guards came to inquire whether to handle Er Gouzi according to Long Feitian's suggestion, he hesitated for a moment before agreeing, as he feared there might be a conspiracy involved

In order to seek medical treatment for Long Feitian, Miao Fengyi has sold her last piece of jewelry. At this point, Tong Xiang's eyes turned red, and her face was filled with worry, for Miao Fengyi no longer had any jewelry, and they would no longer have a single gold coin in the future

Tongxiang did not speak, and walked towards the table with the basket in hand. As usual, there were only three dishes on the table that were even worse than pig feed. Tongxiang did not find it strange; she simply set down the basket and prepared to clear them away.

With a darkened expression, Long Feitian kicked the fat chef in the stomach, sending him sprawling like a meatball. The chef staggered back several steps before falling to the ground, rolling a few times before finally coming to a stop

However, in his heart, the thought of killing Long Fei grew increasingly intense.

As time was already getting late, Long Feitian turned over and got out of bed. After a quick wash, he stepped out the door and happened to see Tong Xiang carrying a basket to the kitchen to fetch food. He immediately said, "I will accompany you!"

Without showing any emotion, Long Feitian turned his head to glance at the table beside him, which was filled with large fish and meat, and continued to ask: "Where do you put the food you eat?"

There is no need to trouble yourself, young master; I can go by myself." Tongxiang shook her head and smiled.

According to family customs, Long Feitian and Miao Fengyi are entitled to receive a monthly allowance from the family. However, for the past three years, they have not received a single silver coin. Each time, the financial manager would use various excuses to evade the issue. Eventually, they stopped inquiring about it. Whenever they needed to purchase something, they relied solely on Miao Fengyi selling her jewelry

Tongxiang and Long Feitian did not adhere to the numerous rules typical of master-servant relationships; instead, they interacted like friends along the way, engaging in conversation and laughter, with Tongxiang occasionally bursting into peals of laughter.

Ah ah ... ...

After all, within two days, his people had suffered losses three times, and each time Long Feitian was present. Initially, he thought that the injuries sustained by San Gu were secretly inflicted by Miao Hetushucom.com Fengyi. However, now, considering the incident where Long Lixin was knocked away and Er Gouzi was beaten, Long Xingcheng has already overturned the previous conclusion and begun to suspect Long Feitian

In a flash, Long Feitian appeared before the plump chef. Without saying a word, he raised his fist and delivered a fierce beating, continuously cursing, "As a distinguished young master of the Long family, how dare you serve us food that even pigs and dogs would not eat, while you lowly servants feast on meat and fish? Today, I shall see how many heads you have grown."

Long Feitian struck a few more punches, and seeing that the fat man was already foaming at the mouth, with more air coming in than going out, he finally stopped. He turned to the middle-aged man and coldly asked, "Who are you?"

Later, after Long Hongfei entered seclusion, Miao Fengyi and her companion were marginalized by Second Master Long Xingcheng. All the original maids and servants gradually left Miao Fengyi, with the exception of Tongxiang. No matter what methods Long Xingcheng employed, even resorting to covert threats, she did not leave.

Long Feitian is not at all bothered; he holds a great admiration for Tong Xiang. Of course, this admiration is not of a romantic nature, but rather a deep respect for Tong Xiang.

"That table was specially prepared for you; how could there be a mistake?" The plump chef glanced at Long Feitian, his tone filled with disdain