Chapter 104: The Gathering Storm Brews a Wind Through the Tower

Yao Qianqian stared at the dazzling Villa No. 1, watching Lin Feng amidst the rosy clouds. Such a display was nothing short of the miraculous feats found in television dramas.

Her heart trembled violently. The scenes of her humiliating Lin Feng played back in her mind repeatedly. Her lips quivered, and her eyes grew dull and listless, like a frost-bitten eggplant. At this moment, she finally awakened to how childish and ridiculous her past behavior had been. As a wife, she had not only failed to fulfill any of her duties or trust and support her husband, but had instead subjected him to frequent cold violence, slander, humiliation, and scorn.

Only now did she realize that Lin Feng was not the spineless coward or the gigolo everyone claimed he was; rather, he possessed extraordinary strength and power that far exceeded common understanding. It was this power that was the sole reason the Tang family was so subservient to him!

"Is this why the Tang family protects you? Is this why Tang Yunyun 'keeps' you? Lin Feng, I was wrong! I was truly wrong!"

Yao Qianqian’s body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, dazed and muttering to herself, "How can this be! Lin Feng, who are you exactly?"

"Who am I? The powerful and influential figures of Binhai City are accustomed to calling me 'Grandmaster Lin.' You should have heard of the name."

Grandmaster Lin!

Boom!

Yao Qianqian felt as if a thunderbolt had struck her mind, causing a deafening explosion. The name resonated like a clap of thunder! The mysterious powerhouse known as "Grandmaster Lin," who held such prestige and was worshipped like a deity by the upper circles of Binhai City, was her own spineless husband?

In an instant, a mixture of guilt, regret, despair, and sorrow flooded her heart. Yao Qianqian finally broke down, wailing uncontrollably. She could have been the wife of Grandmaster Lin, standing like a bright pearl in the highest circles of Binhai City, chatting and laughing while enjoying the flattery of powerful figures. She could have had everything, even trampling the Yao family underfoot! But all of this had vanished with the wind.

Lin Feng glanced at Yao Qianqian on the ground and spoke indifferently, "Yao Qianqian, our marriage has long existed in name only. Let’s get a divorce."

With that, Lin Feng flicked his long sleeves, and the thick, mysterious fog shrouding Villa No. 1 suddenly parted like the parting of the Red Sea, creating a path. Lin Feng walked forward slowly, intending to return to the villa where someone truly worthy of his care was waiting for him.

"Divorce?"

The word pierced her ears, causing Yao Qianqian’s heart to skip a beat. She stood frozen in place, appearing foolish. Sometimes, people are just that base—when an emotion is right beside you, you do not cherish it; only when it is lost do you feel regret. Moreover, given Lin Feng’s current status and influence, as long as she remained the wife of "Grandmaster Lin," let alone an investment of three hundred million, even a billion or ten billion would be within reach!

No, she absolutely could not divorce—absolutely not! Even at this stage, Yao Qianqian’s thoughts remained fixed on fame, fortune, and power; there was not a shred of genuine affection for her husband. Seeing that Lin Feng was about to leave, she scrambled up, rushed before him, and knelt down nimbly. With tears streaming down her face and completely devoid of shame, she pleaded loudly:

"Lin Feng, don't divorce me! I beg you, please don't divorce me! From now on, I will listen to everything you say! I will do whatever you want me to do! Whatever games you want to play at night, I am willing! Don't divorce me, I just beg you, don't divorce me!"

"I know I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong! Lin Feng, please forgive me just this once! A couple for a night has a hundred days of grace; please, for the sake of the three years we’ve been married, forgive me just this once!"

Yao Qianqian knelt before Lin Feng, weeping bitterly, her posture humble to the point of being in the dust. Yet, as Lin Feng looked down at her, he felt no pity; instead, he felt a sense of relief. The inner demon that had haunted him for years dissipated by more than half in that moment.

"Yao Qianqian, some things happen, and they cannot be undone. Some wounds, once formed, leave scars even after they heal. From now on, our bond is severed. We shall have nothing more to do with each other until the day we die!"

With these words, Lin Feng shook off Yao Qianqian and walked into the Sanqing Spirit-Gathering Formation. He flicked his right hand, and the wind and mist surged, completely enveloping Villa No. 1 until not a trace of a person could be seen.

"Lin Feng! I really know I was wrong! Lin Feng—"

"Please forgive me! Lin Feng—"

Yao Qianqian’s tears flowed freely as she wept in the empty, silent night. But it was too late; the die was cast, and his resolve was absolute. There was no room for turning back. Under the desolate moonlight, only sorrowful weeping and regret remained.

...

Meanwhile, outside the Hualong Villa district, Wang Lisha was suddenly jolted awake by the sound of a dragon’s roar. Opening the car window and looking back, she saw a long silver dragon soaring into the sky, and her heart shook violently.

Such a phenomenon only occurred when a martial artist at the Grandmaster level made a breakthrough. Could there be a hidden master in the Hualong Villa district, seizing the opportunity to break through their cultivation shackles today?

"Sister Hu, such a phenomenon must mean there is a hidden master here. The Heavenly Illumination Society is currently in need of top-tier combat power. From today on, even if you have to turn the Hualong Villa district upside down, you must find this person for me!"

"Yes, President!"

Sister Hu received the order solemnly, hurriedly exited the car, and contacted the Heavenly Illumination Society’s personnel in Binhai City to immediately begin a carpet search.

However, Wang Lisha could never have imagined that the "hidden master" she spoke of was the very same "loser gigolo" she had just despised so thoroughly—Lin Feng!

...

At the same time, in a dark corner of Phoenix Street in Binhai City, a few thugs were surrounding a down-and-out father and son, beating and kicking them to vent their anger.

"Damn it, weren't you cocky before? The 'Young Master Long,' were you? Ptooey! Beat them to death!" The leader of the thugs, who had dyed his hair yellow, pointed at the two figures curled on the ground and cursed.

Indeed, this young man was Long Yaoyang!

Long Yaoyang, heedless of his own pain, used his body to shield his father, whose right arm was crippled. He gritted his teeth, enduring the blows even as several of his ribs were snapped.

"Pfft—"

Already suffering from severe internal injuries, the group beating pushed him to his limit. He vomited blood, his eyes dulling with the approach of death.

"Ah—"

Suddenly, accompanied by a long, piercing scream, the yellow-haired leader was sent flying through the air, crashing into the cement wall of the alley and sliding down like a pile of rotting mud. Blood poured from his seven orifices, and his bones were shattered throughout his body.

"Boss! Who the hell attacked us? I..."

The speaker did not finish his sentence; his chest seemed to be struck by a heavy hammer, and his entire ribcage collapsed inward.

"Pfft—"

He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with shattered internal organs and crashed to the ground, dead or alive, no one could tell. The remaining thugs had never seen such a method of killing from a distance; they turned and fled.

Soon, only three people were left in the alley. Long Yaoyang used the last of his strength to open his eyes and look at the newcomer.

He saw a man with blonde hair and blue eyes, possessing a tall, sturdy, and imposing build—clearly a white American. Yet, when he spoke, it was in perfect, standard Mandarin: "Long Aoyun, I never expected you to fall to such a state. You bring shame upon my master!"

"Are you... from the Skull Society?"

Long Yaoyang exclaimed in pleasant surprise. Having endured for several months, he had finally waited for them! The Skull Society had finally sent someone!