Chapter 69: The Grandmaster Appears-Immortal Lord: The Wild Son-in-Law(The Fish That Recites Sutras)

There could be no mistake—Cheng Qianfeng was employing Xiong Wanhong’s famed technique, the Spatial Severance! A bizarre martial art capable of twisting space and utterly destroying its target.

As for Xiong Wanhong, his name had been a taboo in China for nearly thirty years. Ten years ago, he emerged in the martial world as a once-in-a-century prodigy. With his self-created, uncanny technique “Spatial Severance,” he rampaged unchecked, slaughtering countless adversaries, sweeping aside grandmasters, and subduing all opposition. His reign brought a storm of blood and terror—those who obeyed prospered, those who resisted perished. In less than a year, he nearly unified the entire Chinese martial world under his command.

Yet, he was outrageously violent, ruthless in his killings, earning him the title “Tyrant.” Most heinous of all, he pressured official authorities by conspiring with foreign powers to overthrow the government in five provinces. To stop his atrocities, the legendary military god Yun Qianshang stepped forward, challenging Xiong Wanhong personally. That duel, known as the Gengyin Incident, was the most sensational martial contest China had witnessed in a century. On Dangyang Mountain, the two fought for seven days and nights; Xiong Wanhong’s strength forced Yun Qianshang to risk his life in a desperate final move, leaving both men wounded.

Finally, the armed forces deployed their most powerful units, bombarding the mountain indiscriminately with 03-series long-range rocket launchers and fuel-air explosives, flattening the entire area and severely injuring Xiong Wanhong, driving him out of China. After the Gengyin Incident, Xiong Wanhong vanished, his whereabouts unknown for ten years.

Now, with Xiong Wanhong’s signature technique reappearing in the martial world, it was clear: Xiong Wanhong would return, unleashing another storm of blood and violence upon China. Cheng Qianfeng, indifferent to his exposed identity, acted with reckless abandon. He pressed Luo Qiankun’s head into the ground, channeling his internal energy through Lion’s Roar, his resonant voice echoing powerfully across the arena as he declared:

“I, Cheng Qianfeng, am indeed Master Xiong’s disciple! Back then, your martial arts were inferior, so you resorted to deceit—such victory is dishonorable! Today, I proclaim to the martial world of China: My master, Xiong Wanhong, will return to claim everything that is rightfully his!”

“You are nothing but ants and mortals—kneel now, and welcome my master’s arrival! Hahaha!”

“What!”

The leaders of Binhai City, including Old Tang, exchanged uneasy glances, their faces darkening. If Cheng Qianfeng were to win a place in the Five Provinces Martial Arts Tournament, or even take first place and become the martial alliance leader, the five provinces would fall under Xiong Wanhong’s direct rule—and might serve as his springboard for reclaiming all of China.

The situation was gravely perilous.

…

On the central grandstand.

“Wang Jisheng, do you see it now? This is the difference in strength. I advise you to concede while you can!” Long Aoyun cast a contemptuous glance at Wang Jisheng, speaking in a cold, languid tone.

“That’s right—not just the Jisheng Society, but all of Binhai City lacks anyone capable of defeating Master Cheng! Don’t entertain futile hopes anymore!” Long Yaoyang smirked, arrogant and unrestrained.

Wang Jisheng’s heart burned with fury, his brows knit in anger, yet he was helpless, remaining silent. Not only the dignitaries in the grandstand, but the wealthy elite of Binhai City sitting in the audience felt their hearts race at the mention of “Xiong Wanhong.” The once lively venue fell into a deathly silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the stage—even Binhai’s top martial artist, Luo Qiankun, had been utterly defeated. Now, there was no one left who could stop Cheng Qianfeng.

A wave of despair and pessimism swept through the venue, carried by the cold, lonely wind of the night.

Just as Wang Jisheng was at a loss, his phone suddenly displayed a message. After reading it, his eyes lit up with renewed vigor, and he called out:

“Ocean, arrange it immediately—Grandmaster Lin will take the stage himself!”

“Yes! Dad, I’ll go arrange it right away!” Wang Haiyang leapt with excitement and hurried off to prepare Lin Feng’s appearance.

At last, when the atmosphere in the venue had frozen to the extreme, saturated with hopelessness, a voice suddenly rang out over the broadcast:

“Grandmaster Lin of the Jisheng Society, please take the stage!”

Grandmaster Lin!

The moment those three words echoed through the loudspeakers, Old Tang’s gloomy eyes suddenly brightened. His heart surged with excitement, his hands gripping his cane trembling slightly as he murmured:

“I knew it—Grandmaster Lin might be late, but he would never be absent!”

Not only the central grandstand, but the entire audience was reignited by the name “Grandmaster Lin,” as if a powerful stimulant had revived hearts that had nearly ceased to beat. Instantly, many local tycoons who had witnessed Lin Feng’s formidable skills and admired his strength began to cheer in unison:

“Grandmaster Lin!”

The cries rose and fell, continuous and unending, even startling Long Aoyun and Cheng Qianfeng.

Who was this person, to possess such charisma and earn the support of over half of Binhai’s elite?

Long Yaoyang frowned deeply, a sense of unease rising in his heart.

In the audience, Qin Chao asked loudly, confused:

“Xinyu, who exactly is this Grandmaster Lin?”

“Qin, we don’t know either!”

Tian Xinyu and Zhong Hui shrugged, unable to provide an answer. Wang Jie, Wang Lili, Wang Fan and the others were equally bewildered.

When had Grandmaster Lin gained such prestige, seeming to rival the status of Binhai’s foremost martial artist?

Feng Jing glanced at the confused Qin Chao and his companions, shaking her head slightly and thinking to herself:

“You don’t know? How could you not know—weren’t you the ones who surrounded him earlier and drove him to the edge of the arena?”

“When Grandmaster Lin appears, you’ll be scared out of your wits!”

As the crowd of thousands chanted in unison, Lin Feng could no longer sit still. With a wry smile and a shake of his head, he realized that his earlier guidance to Luo Qiankun had been meant to avoid attention, but now, there was no escaping it.

It had become a moment where, after countless calls, he had to emerge.

There was no way to remain inconspicuous now.

Amid the chorus of voices, Lin Feng slowly rose and walked down from the edge of the audience. As he passed by Tian Xinyu and the others, Tian Xinyu spotted him and immediately scolded:

“Lin Feng! Everyone’s calling for Grandmaster Lin, and you, a worthless son-in-law, are pretending to be someone important! Hurry back to your seat—you have no right to sit with us!”

“That’s right, Lin Feng—even if you want to show off, pick your moment! Everyone’s looking for Grandmaster Lin. Just because your surname is Lin doesn’t mean you should make a scene now. Are you suicidal?”

Wang Jie pointed at Lin Feng, sneering and mocking him openly.

Their companions, sons and daughters of wealthy families, nodded impatiently, gesturing for Lin Feng to leave.

Unexpectedly, Lin Feng glanced at them calmly, his demeanor as steady as a mountain, and said quietly:

“If they’re looking for the Grandmaster Lin who can defeat Cheng Qianfeng, then that should be me.”

“What!”

Wang Jie was utterly dumbfounded, watching Lin Feng walk down from the audience and step onto the stage.

“Oh~~~”

“Grandmaster Lin, victory is yours!”

As Lin Feng set foot on the stage, the entire venue erupted in cheers. Some even rose from their seats, applauding vigorously and shouting with excitement.

At that moment, Qin Chao, Tian Xinyu, Zhong Hui, Wang Jie and the others exchanged bewildered glances, finally realizing that Lin Feng truly was Grandmaster Lin!