Urban All-Round Master

"Boom!"

Outside the room, Beiming Lan and her sister were instantly blasted flying by a tyrannical force.

"What the hell happened!"

Meng Chanji, who was wandering nearby, suddenly sensed the energy and immediately rushed over.

"Uncle Chanji, my little lackey is fighting my mom." Beiming Lan ran nervously over to Meng Chanji. And Meng Chanji also noticed the battle raging in midair.

Beiming Yu had absorbed Qing Fu’s Elemental Power Seed, and her Cultivation Realm had skyrocketed these past few days, just a tiny step away from breaking through to the Eighth Layer Heaven! Add in her strongest Sub-Saint physique, and she was downright transcendent, unmatched by anyone! As for Lin Zifeng, he had recently obtained the ancient characters of the Nangong Bingmo Demon Pattern, which finally evolved into his own Mysterious Skill. On top of that, with so many Elemental Power Seeds, his Realm hadn’t risen much, but his terrifying Combat Power was practically unmatched!

The two of them were waging a fierce battle in midair, Blood Qi surging everywhere. One moment they were clashing in the sky, the next they were blasting each other on the ground, moving almost as fast as Shan Dian itself, leaving anyone watching completely dazzled and unable to react.

"What terrifying power!"

Meng Chanji looked at the pitch-black night sky battle, first lamenting Beiming Yu’s brutality, then finally focusing his gaze on Lin Zifeng. Lin Zifeng made Meng Chanji sigh even more. If it hadn’t been for the whole Nangong Bing Demon Cultivator incident, Lin Zifeng wouldn’t be in such danger now. If he could safely get through this crisis, his potential could shoot straight toward the Holy War; if he couldn’t... Meng Chanji was honestly scared.

"Uncle Chanji, my mom and my little lackey are already fighting, you should go help them, hurry up and pull them apart." Beiming Lan pouted unhappily, very dissatisfied that Meng Chanji was just craning his neck to watch and not going up to help.

But Meng Chanji had no mind to rush up and help at all right now. Beiming Yu had been famous for a long time and was a ruthless one. Lin Zifeng was the rising star, invincible among his peers. If he went up to "help," wouldn’t he just be tossing his old life away?

"Uh, th-this, this..." Meng Chanji stroked his little beard, face full of embarrassment. He was a cripple; if he went up there, he’d only be going up to get swatted to death.

"What’s wrong? In my heart Uncle Chanji has always been someone super tall and classy. Don’t tell me you can’t even help Lanlan with such a tiny favor. Lanlan only has one mother, and only one little lackey. Lanlan doesn’t have a home anymore now. I’m just a pitiful kid. If either my mom or my little lackey gets hurt, Lanlan will be way too alone and helpless."

As she spoke, she deliberately put on a pitiful look. That made Meng Chanji’s heart tighten unconsciously. First she praised him to the skies, then she pulled the tragic card—honestly, it worked. Meng Chanji’s old eyes widened, and he really did feel a twinge of sympathy.

"Uh..." The moment he pictured himself rushing up and getting slapped down miserably, after a quick bit of mental imagery, Meng Chanji started hesitating again. Who knew what kind of consequences that would bring!

"Boom!"

Up in the night sky, Beiming Yu lost ground against Lin Zifeng, getting ruthlessly suppressed, and in the end she was slapped straight down from the sky by Lin Zifeng.

She crashed into the ruins of the house. That slap wasn’t meant to be fatal.

Beiming Yu wasn’t a freak like Lin Zifeng. He had the Magic Bracelet, with endless Primordial Energy for him to play with, while Beiming Yu had it way tougher. Without a Magic Bracelet, she could never be as monstrous as Lin Zifeng. Add to that the fact that Lin Zifeng’s Combat Power was something even the Eastern King couldn’t withstand. Let alone her, who wasn’t even the Eastern King.

"Mother!"

Beiming Lan and Beiming Huang saw their mother get slapped down and hurriedly rushed forward to save her.

The two of them didn’t even know whether their mother and Lin Zifeng were really fighting or just going through the motions, but with things like this now, no one had time to think that much. Saving their mother came first.

Lin Zifeng descended from the sky.

His bearing was extraordinary. His cold gaze swept once in Beiming Yu’s direction, then, without stopping, he turned and left the ruins.

"Kid, wait up for this old man!"

Meng Chanji hurriedly chased after him.

"What is it?"

Lin Zifeng turned his head and glanced at him. He didn’t bother about Beiming Yu’s life or death. That slap wouldn’t kill her, and it should have let her vent enough.

"Kid, are you willing to join the Blazing Angel Organization!"

Meng Chanji’s old eyes stared wide, his expression serious and urgent.

"Uh..." Lin Zifeng froze, not quite understanding what the old guy was talking about.

"No rush, no rush. You might not know what I’m saying. We’ve got plenty of Time to chat. Come on, come on, let’s go to my place and talk slowly."

"Hey hey hey, don’t drag me."

Meng Chanji’s sudden enthusiasm made Lin Zifeng extremely uncomfortable.

"Come on, kid, now we can talk slowly." Meng Chanji shamelessly dragged Lin Zifeng to his place, not even stopping for a glass of water.

Meng Chanji stared at him with those big, round, rolling eyes, never blinking. Sometimes he’d secretly chuckle, sometimes he’d look sad.

Watching this made Lin Zifeng’s bones go numb.

"Th-this old guy can’t be into guys, right?" As he thought about Meng Chanfeng’s orientation problem, Lin Zifeng only felt his bones grow even number.

"Let me ask you, answer honestly. What do you think of the Blazing Angel Organization?"

Meng Chanji looked at him with a serious face, no joking at all.

"It’s great." Lin Zifeng nodded.

"Then let me ask you, do you want to join the Blazing Angel Organization?" When he asked this, a clearly scheming, coaxing look appeared on Meng Chanji’s face, like some bad uncle holding a little piece of candy, asking if the kid wanted to go play with him.

"..." Lin Zifeng froze for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on those murky old eyes of his that were shining with expectation.

"You want me to join the Blazing Angel Organization?"

"Yes! That’s right. The Blazing Angel Organization!" Meng Chanji nodded heavily.

With such a big piece of bait, he refused to believe Lin Zifeng wouldn’t be tempted. You had to know, countless people wanted to join the Blazing Angel Organization but never had the chance.

"Didn’t the Blazing Angel Organization already disband? Are you planning to reorganize the Blazing Angel?"

"Haha... Disbanded doesn’t matter. The key thing you need to know is that back then all the Blazing Angels were brought out by yours truly. Strictly speaking, I was your father’s instructor and master. Kid, the Huaxia Blazing Angel has fallen. With your strength now, you could already compare to your father back in the day.

If you’re willing, the title of Blazing Angel Organization can be carried by you, and you can revive Huaxia’s prestige!"

"..." Lin Zifeng didn’t rush to answer. He stayed silent and didn’t speak.

Meng Chanji suddenly talking to him about reorganizing the Blazing Angel—although Lin Zifeng looked calm on the surface, inside his World was already surging.

Blazing Angel—this was the organization his father had dedicated his entire life to. And now... the Blazing Angel was gone.

Meng Chanji wanted him to reorganize it. The meaning behind that was extraordinary.

"Kid, there really aren’t many usable talents nowadays. As the one steering the Ability Group, you know as well as I do: our Ability Group can handle ordinary people just fine, but the key is, our Ability Group doesn’t have any Great Power-level existence. If word gets out, even I as the head feel ashamed, right? If we had you join, then our Ability Group could ride on the Blazing Angel’s name and be awesome again."

"Forget it. I’m not suited for it." Lin Zifeng narrowed his eyes and refused outright. His father had ended up in such a state.

This so-called Blazing Angel just put too many chains on your freedom. He absolutely didn’t want to become some savior figure. Once everyone pinned too many expectations on him, it would only shove endless pressure onto his shoulders.

Like his father, carrying the title of Blazing Angel. And in reality? How much pressure was he bearing. Even after disappearing, he still couldn’t rest in peace.

He’d rather live a calm and ordinary life.

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