I was just making up techniques... how did all of you become Emperors?

Chapter 237: Chu Feng — Qianqian, This Is Your First Lesson

The plaza in front of the Dragon King Temple—

All eyes were fixed on a family of three.

The woman was dressed in flowing white robes, her face hidden behind a veil—elegant and cold. The man looked more refined than Pan An, graceful and poised, holding a girl around eleven or twelve years old in his arms.

The little girl didn't seem to realize the danger she was in. Her bright eyes looked calmly at the Marquis of the One-Horned Flood Dragon in the sky, completely unafraid.

The people who had been standing nearby quickly backed away after hearing the man's words, afraid of getting dragged into trouble.

"It's you?"

The flood dragon's enormous lantern-like eyes locked onto the man before him.

"That's right. It's me."

Chu Feng smiled, bright and easygoing.

After that, he ignored the dragon entirely and turned to the girl in his arms. "Qianqian, do you know why I haven't taught you any techniques?"

Chen Qianqian shook her head, then nodded. "Because you're worried about me, Master?"

Chu Feng chuckled. "Not quite. I didn't teach you because you didn't know what you wanted yet. I just wanted you to have a carefree childhood—to be happy, like other kids."

Chen Qianqian's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Chu Feng gently flicked her nose. "Of course it's true. I'm still a respected teacher—why would I lie to a little girl like you? I came here today just to watch the show. I didn't expect things to turn out like this, so I'll give you your first life lesson."

"What lesson?"

Chen Qianqian immediately sat still, her wide eyes filled with curiosity.

"The meaning of righteousness."

Chu Feng paused, then continued, "There's great righteousness and small righteousness. Great righteousness is too far away for you. Even I can't claim to uphold it. All I can do is follow the small righteousness in my heart."

Though he didn't speak loudly, every word rang clearly in everyone's ears. It shook people to their core. For a moment, the entire crowd was lost in thought.

Chen Qianqian asked, "What's your small righteousness, Master?"

Chu Feng smiled. "My small righteousness is acting with a clear conscience. I didn't intervene today out of saintly compassion—it's for the southwest. Remember this: when you act in the future, whether you're right or wrong, ask only if your heart is clear. If you feel no guilt, then let the world drown in blood—it doesn't matter."

The moment he finished speaking, the crowd snapped out of their daze.

Everyone stared at Chu Feng in disbelief, thinking the same thing:

What kind of master teaches his disciple like that?

Chen Qianqian looked at Chu Feng with even more admiration in her eyes. Master really is different. From now on, I'll always listen to him.

"Hmph!"

A furious roar snapped everyone back to reality. Only then did they remember—they were still standing face-to-face with a marquis-ranked flood dragon.

The one-horned flood dragon's eyes were bloodshot with rage. It radiated a powerful demonic aura, as if it wanted to tear Chu Feng apart on the spot.

"You dare ignore me, boy?!"

Chu Feng smiled faintly. "So you've got a brain after all. Just… not much of one."

"I'll kill you!"

The flood dragon roared and opened its giant jaws.

A violent gust of demonic wind erupted from its mouth, surging toward the three.

This is bad!

The onlookers felt the terrifying force of the demonic wind and instinctively held their breath. No matter how powerful this man was, caught off guard like this, there was no way he could withstand the wrath of a marquis.

"Break."

Chu Feng uttered a single word.

The demonic wind instantly vanished.

Silence fell again—so still one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared at Chu Feng in shock, completely frozen.

But no one was more stunned than the flood dragon itself. That was a full-force attack—yet this man had dispersed it with just one word.

There was only one explanation:

This man was a Half-Saint.

Run!

There was no reason to stay in Linjiang any longer. He had to escape.

The one-horned flood dragon turned and fled into the river without hesitation.

Chu Feng didn't strike again. Instead, he turned to Chen Qianqian beside him and asked, "Qianqian, do you want to personally slay that flood dragon?"

"Can I?"

Chen Qianqian asked expectantly, her expression like a child discovering a new toy.

"Of course you can."

As he spoke, Chu Feng used his finger to draw the word slash into her palm. "Just point your hand at the river and shout this word."

"Okay."

Chen Qianqian nodded, then raised her hand toward the river and shouted, "Slash!"

The moment she spoke, a massive glowing character flew from her palm, transforming into a beam of sword light that shot toward the heart of the river.

Clang!

One sword strike sent waves surging in every direction!

Everyone looked toward the water and saw the giant flood dragon within the crashing waves—its head and body separated, its soul completely destroyed.

"Yay!"

Chen Qianqian cheered excitedly. "Master, it really worked!"

"Of course. Qianqian is the best."

Chu Feng laughed, then turned to the crowd frozen in place. "Why are you still standing around? Keep the music going! Keep dancing!"

Everyone: "..."

The city lord of Linjiang was the first to recover. He shouted from the air, "What are you all doing just standing there? Didn't you hear what this senior said?!"

"Yes, yes!"

A moment later, music resumed, and the dancers gracefully returned to their routine.

The city lord descended and bowed deeply to Chu Feng. "Thank you, Senior, for your help. Without you, Linjiang City would have been in great danger. May I ask your name, so we may build a temple in your honor?"

Chu Feng smiled. "The one who killed the flood dragon today was my disciple. If you want to honor someone, ask her."

"..."

The city lord was speechless. He never imagined such a powerful expert would refuse even public praise. Just who was this man?

Chen Qianqian: (p≧w≦q)

The city lord quickly regained his composure and turned to Chen Qianqian with a respectful bow. "May I ask your name, young lady?"

Chen Qianqian raised her chin and confidently replied, "I am Chen Qianqian of Wendao Academy."

"I'll remember it. I'll personally retrieve the flood dragon's body and present it to you shortly."

As he spoke, the city lord couldn't stop wondering: Chen Qianqian of Wendao Academy… What's her background?

A short while later, the city lord offered a storage pouch with both hands.

"Miss Qianqian, this is the corpse of the one-horned flood dragon. Please accept it."

"Thank you."

Chen Qianqian took the pouch and then turned to Chu Feng. "Master, let's go home."

In just a short time, she had become the center of everyone's attention. It left her feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Alright."

Chu Feng exchanged a glance with Elder Bing. Then, the three of them vanished from the spot.

The city lord remained rooted where he stood, still pondering why she had added "Wendao Academy" before her name. Then suddenly, he realized and shouted in shock:

"Chen Qianqian of Wendao Academy—she's a prodigy from Wendao Academy!"

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