Chapter 2: Heavenly Show

Due to certain special reasons, almost no one among the three generations of disciples of the Tianxiu Sect holds Tang Feng in high regard

Tang Feng did not resist, allowing her to unbutton her top. When that sword wound appeared before Lin Ruoyuan's eyes, tears began to fall from this esteemed elder's eyes. If the injury had been in another location, it might not have been fatal, but what kind of place is this? This is the chest! This is the most vulnerable part of the human body! A slight misstep could immediately lead to death. Although Lin Ruoyuan did not witness the scene at the time, she could still imagine the peril involved. This is the most vulnerable part of the human body! A slight misstep could immediately lead to death. Although Lin Ruoyuan did not witness the scene at the time, she could still imagine the peril involved.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell into silence. The woman who had just spoken glanced at Tang Feng, then at her dazed junior sister, and stepped forward to gently call out: "Xiao Wan, Xiao Wan"

After calling out many times, the woman named Xiaowan showed no response. Her originally bright and beautiful eyes were now trembling rapidly, her complexion was extremely pale, and she was drenched in fragrant sweat, as if she had just been pulled out of the water

"Aren't you still alive? If you're not dead, it's just an injury. After some time of recuperation, you'll be fine. What's the big deal?" Yang Yuer snorted coldly

She wanted to kill and - picture - book me! '' Tang Feng forced a few words out from his throat

"Who is it?" Lin Ruoyuan suddenly turned her head, her phoenix eyes radiating an imposing presence without anger. She scanned all the Tianxiu disciples present and asked in a deep voice, "Who did this?"

Ah? The women were utterly astonished, turning their heads to look at Tang Feng, only to discover that his entire chest was drenched in blood, staining a large portion of his garment.

A group of female disciples all hung their heads, including Yang Yuer, who no longer displayed the earlier arrogant and domineering demeanor, resembling a rabbit that had been overly frightened

Upon seeing the woman standing foolishly in place, motionless, with her hand still in a sword-holding posture, the other women could not help but ask in confusion: "What is going on?"

Tang Feng looked up at the approaching person and saw a woman who appeared to be around thirty years old. She was dignified and graceful, with a flawless complexion. Her long hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, and she wore a green outfit that exuded a sense of maturity while still carrying a hint of playfulness.

Ha ha! Tang Feng let out a long laugh, casting a disdainful glance at the woman, and mocked, "Sister Yang Yuer, at this moment, shouldn't you be more concerned about my injuries? Are they fatal?"

Caught off guard by Tang Feng's sudden interjection, not only was Yang Yuer taken aback, but the disciples of Tianxiu who accompanied her were equally astonished

Tianxiu has its own rules. Tang Feng is fifteen years old this year, and in one more year, he will be expelled from the Tianxiu Sect, because once Tang Feng turns sixteen, it signifies that he has grown into a man. Naturally, men cannot remain in Tianxiu.

Tang Feng found it amusing, yet he could not laugh, letting out a couple of grunts to express his considerable pain at that moment

Tang Feng's residence is called Yanliu Pavilion. Although it is located in a relatively remote area of Tianxiu Sect, the woman's cries just now were so heart-wrenching that they would naturally be heard by some people

In this brief period, Tang Feng finally clarified the identities of these individuals. The woman who spoke is one of the core disciples of the Tianxiu Inner Sect, Yang Yuer. The woman who had just attempted to kill him is also a core disciple of the Tianxiu Inner Sect, Qin Xiaowan

Tang Feng has always referred to Lin Ruoyuan as "Auntie"

Tang Feng smacked his lips, feeling quite embarrassed to utter the words "auntie"; he simply smiled and said, "I won't die!"

Just a moment later, a series of rustling sounds of garments cutting through the air came from outside the house. A green figure swiftly darted in, directly approaching Tang Feng's bedside, and asked anxiously: "Feng'er, how are you?"

In comparison, the pain from the stab wound to the chest seems so trivial

Yang Yuer felt a moment of weakness under Tang Feng's gaze, unable to maintain her focus and turning her eyes away. She wondered to herself, why do I feel guilty? Such a useless man is a waste of existence. She said aloud, "I will not entangle myself with you; all matters of right and wrong will be determined by the sect leader and the elders."

Although his body was still very weak, Tang Feng could feel that the sword wound on his chest had nearly pierced his heart. If Qin Xiaowan had pushed it in just a little more a moment ago, he would truly have been on the verge of death.

This woman gives Tang Feng a very warm and affectionate feeling; the concern reflected in her eyes is not feigned, but rather a genuine worry from the heart

The aunt in front of me had a very grim expression; on one hand, she was worried about Tang Feng, and on the other hand, she was furious about who could be so ruthless.

A woman behind her responded and immediately rushed out the door

In less than a moment, the door was kicked open by someone, and immediately seven or eight young women dressed in plain clothes and possessing striking beauty rushed in, each with their brows furrowed, scanning the surroundings.

What happened? Outside the house, a few delicate cries from a woman could be heard, followed by a series of light, hurried footsteps approaching quickly from a distance.

Tang Feng looked coldly at Yang Yuer: "If Senior Sister says so, do I have to wait until I am dead to have the qualifications for theory?"

However, it does not matter; the previous Tang style was from the renowned Tang Sect!

Tang Feng did not know what his relationship with Lin Ruoyuan was. He had asked her many times during his childhood, and Lin Ruoyuan always smiled and said that she was someone he had inadvertently picked up. If there was anyone in the entire Tianxiu Sect who truly cared for him and was concerned about him, it was only Lin Ruoyuan

In their impression, Tang Feng is the kind of shameless man who is thick-skinned, cowardly as a mouse, and greets bullying and mockery with a smile; if you strike his left cheek, he will also present his right cheek, displaying his utter lack of shame

The women then realized that something was amiss. One of the older-looking girls said, "Quickly invite the sect leader and several elders to come!"

Several girls who were familiar with Qin Xiaowan were calling out to her, but at that moment, Qin Xiaowan was like a puppet, staring blankly at Tang Feng's position, her face filled with an expression of excessive fear.

"Silly child," Lin Ruoyuan said, her eyes brimming with tears as she reached out to uncover Tang Feng's clothing, speaking softly, "Let me see your injuries, dear."

Tang Feng endured the pain in his mind, his gaze sweeping over the seemingly familiar yet strange beautiful faces before him. These women evoked a sense of familiarity in Tang Feng, but the memories of this body were merging with his own, making it difficult for him to recall so much at once

"What have you done to Xiaowan?" The woman, seeing that her junior sister, who had been lively and well during the day, had turned into this state, could not help but turn her head and sternly shout at Tang Feng.

In the past, a single glance from Yang Yuer could leave Tang Feng trembling with fear for half a day, but today, how is it that he exudes such confidence, daring to challenge Senior Sister Yang Yuer?

Memories in his mind were stirred. Lin Ruoyuan, one of the four elders of Tianxiu. Tang Feng only knew that he had been raised by Lin Ruoyuan since birth, and it was precisely because of her that he could establish himself in the Tianxiu Sect; otherwise, how could a sect composed entirely of women accommodate the existence of a man, even if that man was still just a child