Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 54 Proof

Upon hearing this, Zheng Bo's face showed a worried expression, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Even Han Che, who was standing next to him, had a strange expression.

Feng Xiu frowned slightly.

Which child?

Jiaojiao?

Just then, a deep booming sound rang out, and Feng Shouzhuo unleashed palm and fist imprints from both hands.

With an incredibly violent force, he grinned maliciously and launched a sneak attack on Feng Xiu.

"Lord Zheng, what exactly is the matter?"

Feng Xiu didn't even look. He raised his hand and struck out with his palm, tearing apart the dragon-snake force with his fingertips. His broad, thick hand reached out.

Feng Xiu's speed was too fast. Even though Feng Shouzhuo had the first move, he still managed to catch up with Feng Xiu's counterattack.

bang~

A gentle force struck, and Feng Shouzhuo couldn't even back down; he was thrown to the ground.

A hint of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, as if he had never imagined that he would lose so quickly.

Feng Xiu shook his hand and asked Uncle Zheng, who looked like he was in a difficult situation, "Which child is it?"

"Young Master, you should go and see for yourself. This old servant... cannot handle it," Zheng Bo said with a wry smile.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiu became even more curious.

Given Zheng Bo's abilities and his years of managing the family's affairs, anything that he finds difficult to handle must be no small matter.

But when it comes to children, something seems a little off.

"Come on, take me to see it." Feng Xiu suddenly became interested.

Then, the three of them walked out of the training room.

Feng Shouzhuo was left alone, tasting the bitterness of being defeated in one move, lying on the ground questioning his life.

After passing through the connecting corridor, Feng Xiu and his two companions stopped in a shady spot on one side.

in the courtyard.

It was midday at this time.

A boy of about twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in gray, was kneeling on the bluestone slab.

The boy held his head high, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, even though the sun was blazing and his forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

"Who is he?" Feng Xiu glanced at the boy and asked casually.

"Young Master, this matter... really has nothing to do with us." Uncle Zheng sighed, then carefully considered his words.

Then, he explained, "This child was a refugee from Guangtong City a few days ago. He is a family of three and they are fairly well-off. They have bought a house in Dongyang Street."

"Life was going alright, but it didn't last long. The Third Master of the Torch Gang set his sights on one of his family's heirlooms and used very underhanded methods."

Previously, after hearing Qian Fu's report, I thought the restaurant had gotten involved in gangster affairs, but after a careful investigation, I found that it was not the case.

The boy knelt in front of the restaurant every day, and no amount of beating or scolding could make him leave. Even when Han Che personally intervened, it was still the same.

Just then, Han Che calmly added, "My father drowned, and my mother also accidentally fell to her death."

"Drowned and drowned?" The smile on Feng Xiu's face slowly disappeared.

Besides ponds and reservoirs, where does the water for Qingyan City come from?

"Yes, I have already spoken to Third Master. He promised that he would never do it again and spared his life," Han Che nodded slightly in reply.

Matters of the martial world should be resolved using martial methods; the Torch Gang and the Feng family have absolutely no connection.

Han Che had no reason to act rashly for the sake of a child.

"What does this have to do with us?"

Uncle Zheng smiled bitterly, "No, this child's family was destroyed, yet he insists that Third Master often drinks and eats at our Drunken Flower Pavilion."

"If Third Master hadn't gotten so drunk at the Drunken Flower Pavilion and mistakenly wandered into our own house, my parents wouldn't have died."

Feng Xiu was taken aback, then burst out laughing.

Moral kidnapping?

"We've been busy distributing porridge and food these past few days, so we haven't had the time to deal with these trivial matters. It's just that this child is being persistent and, feeling that he has no way to get revenge, he's trying to extort money from us."

A powerful force in the martial arts world, and a top-tier clan.

They kept to themselves and didn't interfere with each other, and Third Master also gave the Feng family face.

Feng Xiu nodded; the two of them had indeed done nothing wrong in this matter.

"Call him over."

Upon seeing this, Zheng Bo immediately walked towards the boy.

After half a cup of tea.

Inside the training room, Han Che brought in a large chair, and Feng Xiu sat upright on it.

On the table, a cup of warm tea exudes a faint aroma of brewing.

The boy remained silent after being led in by Uncle Zheng, even though the house was larger than his own.

The young man showed no restraint in front of the powerful clan, his stubbornness unwavering.

"You've come to us time and time again, are you trying to use the Feng family to avenge your parents?"

Feng Xiu took a sip, looked at the boy, and spoke quite bluntly.

The boy trembled slightly, but still met Feng Xiu's scrutinizing gaze head-on. His fear was replaced by a strong killing intent.

It was as if the person sitting in front of him was his father's killer.

The boy remained silent and lowered his head.

"What makes you think we'll help you?" Feng Xiu asked casually.

This time, the boy suddenly raised his head again.

His eyes were filled with a fierce look, and his voice, which had been silent for a long time, finally broke into a dry, hoarse utterance.

"Because...Young Master Feng is a good person." The young man said earnestly.

As soon as the words were spoken, Feng Xiu, Han Che, and Zheng Bo were all stunned for a moment.

The naive, innocent, and idealistic words made all three of them shake their heads.

From beginning to end, Feng Xiu never intended to be a great philanthropist, and there were many factors that led to this.

"Ha~ What kind of logic is this? Good people should be the ones causing trouble, good people should be forced into things?"

Feng Xiu replied with great interest.

"You should know that, given the strength of the Torch Gang, the fact that you're still alive is already a result of the intervention of good people."

"Don't you think you've gone a bit too far?"

Upon hearing this, the boy became agitated. "But you clearly have the ability to avenge my parents, why won't you help me!"

Whether it was due to panic and indiscretion, or the pent-up frustration of many days, he felt an indescribable sense of suffocation and anguish.

The boy roared, his fists clenched, his face flushed, and his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

Zheng Bo and Han Che frowned; this young man was truly ungrateful.

"Well said, very well, but, child, have you ever thought about what if we weren't good people?"

"What if we kill you here? Will you never be able to get revenge?"

Feng Xiu was not angry, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

The piercing gaze swept over him again, and the boy trembled, his eyes filled with deep fear.

Unable to resist, she took two steps back, glanced at the three people, and then looked at the strong man beside her, who was completely absorbed in his cultivation, accompanied by muffled explosions.

"No, no, you are good people!"

In the end, his obsession triumphed over his fear. As if grasping at the last straw, he shook his head fiercely and said in a heavy tone.

A longing and anticipation flashed in his eyes.

"There's no such thing as a free lunch. I can help you, but what's the price?"

"Offending a gang of street officials for your sake isn't a worthwhile deal," Feng Xiu said slowly.

It was as if every word struck the boy's heart, and his face instantly turned pale.

"My life, my life, and our family heirloom—all of these are yours if you help me avenge my family!"

Upon hearing this, the boy spoke again, emphasizing each word.

His expression already revealed a kind of reckless madness.

"Hehe, interesting." Feng Xiu chuckled softly and shook his head slightly.

Then, his gaze swept across the entire training room as if searching for something. Han Che keenly noticed that Feng Xiu's eyes lingered on a weapon rack for a moment.

He instantly understood, stepped forward, took a three-inch short knife from the weapon rack, and handed it to Feng Xiu.

Upon seeing this, the boy's face turned deathly pale again, but he remained motionless.

After Feng Xiu took the short knife, he didn't even look at him. Instead, he used the tip of the knife to polish his nails, which were as black as crystal. The nails were curved like hooks and gleamed with a cold light.

He nonchalantly displayed his terrifying hands after mastering the Finger Blade technique.

Zheng Bo and Han Che were not surprised, but the boy's pupils shrank instantly when he saw it.

He had seen hands like that before. When he was a child, there was a butcher in the village who slaughtered pigs. His hands were like that, with large knuckles and bluish nails. He could kill pigs one by one with a single cut.

But his hands were even more terrifying than a butcher's.

The boy's lower body, which had been aching from kneeling, was now replaced by a stiffness.

The atmosphere in the arena froze, with only the resounding booms from Feng Shouzhuo's increasingly skillful punches and kicks.

It wasn't until Feng Xiu had shaved and filed down all ten of his fingernails that this happened.

Hearing the sounds of people practicing martial arts, he turned his head, frowned, and pointed to the door, saying, "If you want to practice, go outside. Don't get in the way here."

Feng Shouzhuo was in the midst of his excitement when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A hint of resentment and indignation had just surfaced on his face, and he was about to argue back.

"Fine, I'll go."

"Wait until I master the Dragon-Snake Martial Seal and see if you still dare to speak loudly to me..." He took a few steps and muttered to himself.

After Feng Shouzhu left, a somber atmosphere filled the training room once again.

"I have no interest in your family's wealth or your life, since you think I'm a good person."

Feng Xiu said calmly.

pat~

The sharp metal object was thrown to the ground, bounced on the stone slab, and landed in front of the boy.

"If you're determined to get revenge, then prove it to me. As for the aftermath, I'll take care of it for you."

As Feng Xiu uttered these casual words, the boy's body visibly trembled, staring intently at the short knife on the ground.

The silver blade gleamed coldly, reflecting a pair of crazed eyes that had emerged from hesitation and doubt!

"Kill Third Master, and I'll give you a chance if you can cut off his head."