Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1191: Thanks to Everyone

"Immortal, you are so powerful that you are willing to humble yourself and stay in your house, making small sacrifices. You should thank everyone."

As he spoke, he reached for the teacup on the nearby table. However, the moment his eyes met the cup, he noticed an extremely unnatural ripple in the tea.

"Bang!"

With a loud explosion, the teacup suddenly shattered into many pieces, embedded in Hee Mingtang's teacup. Before the intense pain could make him cry out, a thunderous roar slowly transmitted from the sky to the ears of everyone in the hall. They looked at each other in confusion, with the first Purple Cloud Immortal and Hee Yuanbo freezing simultaneously.

After a brief silence, the guests in the hall exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with doubt:

"Who is Ye Fengsheng?"

However, the business tycoons who saw Ye Fengsheng in Jianghai City and recited this sentence under pressure sat quietly upon hearing the name. They remained silent, neither speaking nor moving.

"Haha, Mr. Hee, today is the joyful day of the Immortal's grand family celebration. I didn't expect strangers to come and stir things up. If the old man doesn't mind, let me show off a little."

Though the speaker wore a Tang suit, he was very much alive and vivid. Within his very calm speech, there lay the idea of inviting donations. As he spoke, his elbows were slightly bent. The well-exercised muscles formed bulges under the Tang suit, along with blue veins on his large fan-like palms.

"Xue Si, today is a joyous day for the Hee Mansion. The Immortal is here. Where are you going to boast?"

The centipede beside him chuckled.

He spoke with a relaxed tone, trying to appear like someone who stood against the wall. Clearly, he wanted to see how capable was the immortal from Wuzhen, praised highly by Hee Yuanbo.

"You!"

Upon hearing those words, Xue Si slammed a box, glaring furiously, "What do you mean by Yingtian Lu? Do you have the qualifications to speak here?"

Yingtian Lu smiled, ignoring the question. Instead, he cupped his hands towards the two people in front of him, "This is Hee Mansion. With Mr. Hee and the Immortal here, it depends on Mr. Hee, not you, Xue Si. What's my intention? You, Xue Si, have a good idea. Why do I need to spell it out?"

"Too much deceit!"

Xue Si stood up from his seat, looking down at Yingtian Lu. "Do you plan to stay with me in front of Mr. Hee?"

He didn't bother to give him a glance. Rolling his eyes as if he didn't hear, he turned away.

"Well, Master Xue," Hee Mingtang said, a bloody palm freezing, "I know your skills at Xue's Martial Arts School, and I understand what you want. But Ye Fengsheng is not an easy character to deal with. Please save the Immortal."

Xue Si raised his hand menacingly towards Hee Mingtang, "Xue fights for this cause, fearing no one's provocation. Because I am here today, he left Feng Sheng to contest, but he didn't notice me, Xue Si. Whether he can fight is known."

"Xiao, I must take this arrogant person to seek justice!"

With those words, he swiftly moved, fiercely aggressive, without waiting for Hee Mingtang to speak further, blown away by a gust of strong wind.

The first ones were Purple Cloud Immortal and Hee Yuanbo.

He naturally sensed what the person had just said in the hall, but did not expect that person to leave casually.

Sweating profusely, drops slid down into his eye sockets. Hot Xue Si couldn't stop blinking but dared not reach up to wipe. He dared not move a step in place. Carefully, with a trembling voice, he replied, "Yes, Mr. Ye is here. How dare Xue compare with you? He just wants to escape and protect himself. He seeks nothing else."

Raising an eyebrow, Ye Fengsheng was satisfied with this person's insight. Though he may feel a bit disappointed, he showed little emotion, only nodding slightly, "You may leave."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Ye!"

If pardoned, Xue Shibaquan bowed, then ran towards the door of his house without turning back.

His family faced big trouble. Even the God of Killing, Ye Fengsheng, dared not provoke him. He was just a family from a small Martial Arts school but couldn't afford to enrage Ye Fengsheng, the God of Killing. It was wise to leave before conflict erupted!

"Strange that Purple Cloud Immortal is unwilling to come out. Why not take me to see him?"

Ye Feng laughed, glancing at the young man sitting in a wheelchair but sweating, and said.

Hee Tianqi pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment. From his skinny face, the contours of his gums were still visible.

"Nonsense..."

Ye Fengsheng couldn't understand, turned towards the hall. However, Hee Tianqi remained motionless, with lingering fear, exhaled a turbid breath. With complex eyes, he watched Ye Fengsheng's departing figure. Suddenly, an illusion of relief appeared in his mind.

Ye Feng's voice slowly came from afar, his feet not heavy enough to touch the ground. Though quiet, at the moment sounded like thunder, all the people in the hall were captivated by past events.

He held his breath, hands trembling due to blood, Adam's apple rolling up and down for a long time, only able to utter a hoarse sound, almost sobbing;

Hee Yuanbo squinted, staring at Ye Fengsheng approaching. Hee Yuanbo's face was full of wrinkles like orange peel, but he showed no joy or anger;

Purple Cloud Fairy remained silent. Seemingly watching Ye Fengsheng from outside the door, his eyes never lingered on Ye Fengsheng's face. He dared not look at Ye Fengsheng but only observed the grass and trees of his house;

For those business crocodiles who ate Ye Fengsheng's warning, their breathing began to falter. Now desperately wanting to stop trembling hands and feet, trying to look calm.

Stepping over the threshold was natural. Ye Feng's voice and gaze swept over these familiar yet unfamiliar faces in the hall. Without speaking, he parted his lips to the first Purple Cloud Immortal: "Quite a stance. As the host, I came here myself, yet you never came out to meet me once?"

He silently cursed "hostile guest arrogant, uninvited." In astonishment, Purple Cloud Immortal hurriedly stood up, amidst surprised glances, stepped a few steps towards Ye Fengsheng, praised, "Mr. Ye must be joking, but he just couldn't pull away. If you have a long journey, please don't leave me alone."

"Blame it."

He knew that last time at West River Temple, he felt ashamed for others, also aware that he wasn't Ye Fengsheng's match. So upon meeting Ye Fengsheng, he lowered his status, even intending to invite Ye Fengsheng to sit in the first seat.

This gesture immediately caused Hee Yuanbo's face to tremble.

He believed that Purple Cloud Immortal was invincible in the world, thus trying every means to invite Purple Cloud Immortal to his home as a guest. In the future, he could protect his family foundation for hundreds of years. Upon seeing Ye Fengsheng's face, Purple Cloud Immortal's demeanor was first weakened by three points. Does this not imply Purple Cloud Immortal bows his head to Ye Fengsheng?

If Purple Cloud Fairy looks down, what should he do today?

"Mr. Hee, what's wrong?"

Yu Guang noticed his face wasn't good. Purple Cloud Fairy asked.

Only when Hee Yuanbo saw himself and Ye Fengsheng lost that part did he want to praise Ye Fengsheng in front of everyone, yet he was unwilling to go along. Standing at the center of the hall, Ye Fengsheng suddenly stopped, smilingly looking at Hee Yuanbo said, "Hee Yuanbo, we meet again."

Purple Cloud Fairy was stunned, his eyes darting between them for a while. He was silent. Knowing countless people, he could read hidden meanings from Hee Yuanbo's silence and Ye Fengsheng's meaningful smile at this moment. Therefore, he did so.