The Road to Becoming a Son-in-Law

Chapter 100 Monk, are you blind?

"I'm sorry, sir, Miss hasn't returned yet," the Mu family's housekeeper said apologetically inside the villa.

Chen Feng didn't care; he was currently on the second floor. The nanny was a kind-hearted person; seeing him return, she immediately led him upstairs to show him Mu Qianxue's bedroom.

There was a picture of him on the desktop, so handsome it was impossible not to be captivated.

The nanny must have cleaned this room quite a bit; she probably recognized who he was talking about after looking at this photo so many times.

Chen Feng touched his nose, feeling a little touched. He thought to himself: That ugly girl knew he was handsome and even made a special photo of him and put it in a frame. She has good taste!

"That's a pity, I won't be able to see anyone..." Chen Feng put his hands in his pockets, and his hand just happened to touch the badge that was stuffed in his pocket. "I can have dinner before I leave, it's been a long time since I've been back."

"Does the gentleman still have a job?" the nanny asked. Although she had heard that this gentleman was just someone who had married into the family, she knew from Miss Mu's attentive manner that he couldn't be treated casually.

Just as Chen Feng nodded, something in his pocket beeped: "Ding."

With a crisp, soft sound, he took the item out of his pocket with a puzzled look, and saw that there was a dot hidden on the badge, which glowed slightly red.

"According to Senior Sister Zhang, this seems to be... someone using spiritual power within a two-kilometer radius, and the red level seems to be... Rank A?"

This was still a hidden trick test on the badge, and at this moment Chen Feng could only sigh, "This technology is really impressive." Wait, one thousand meters? Such a close distance?

His heart skipped a beat. Just then, a surge of spiritual energy rapidly approached.

Chen Feng's face darkened, and he almost immediately strode to the windowsill. His serious expression almost frightened the nanny, and then the next moment, she heard the glass of the French windows crashing down!

The nanny had never seen such a scene before. Terrified, she collapsed to the ground, covering her head. However, Chen Feng, who was standing in front of her, stretched out a hand. All the glass that was about to hit the ground seemed to be stopped by something in front of him, and they all hung in mid-air in front of them.

Immediately afterwards, a voice that seemed to come from a kilometer away came from a distance: "Chen Feng, I'm taking this woman with me for now. If you want her to be safe, then come with me!"

Chen Feng's outstretched hand instantly clenched into a fist, and countless suspended glass shards immediately turned into a pile of powder as if they were being squeezed in his hand.

"Woman? You dare touch my people?" Chen Feng's expression twisted in shock, startling the nanny, who thought to herself, "This gentleman has a violent temper."

"I finally got back and you didn't even make a move first, you're fucking dead!"

With a roar, he leaped out like a leopard, leaving the nanny horrified.

"Danger!" the nanny cried out. She thought Chen Feng must be crazy. This was the second floor. If he jumped down, he would either die or break a bone!

However, Chen Feng landed and immediately sped off without stopping. His speed was even faster than a motorcycle with the gas pedal at full throttle. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared, leaving only a blur.

The nanny stared in disbelief at the scene, almost thinking the world was a fantasy.

Is this man even human?

The monk was carrying Yan Luo on his back and moving quite fast, but he soon noticed that a figure was faintly appearing behind him.

He was taken aback: "Could it be that the kid has grown stronger in the two months we haven't seen each other?"

Fortunately, he has arrived at the destination. Next, it's this kid's death day!

He paused, then shouted, "You've finally arrived! It seems this woman is very important to you!"

"Snapped!"

Chen Feng landed steadily, his face full of anger. When he heard these words, he slowly raised his head, his gaze as gloomy as if he were looking at a dead man: "Dare to touch my wife? No man can tolerate that, even though you're just a monk without a wife... Eh?"

It was as if the god-level art style suddenly collapsed. The last sound was the syllable that Chen Feng uttered in a daze when he saw the woman being held hostage by the monk.

The monk looked at him silently, as if he wanted to ask... "Don't interrupt me when you're about to start showing off."

"Holy crap, isn't this my wife!" Chen Feng pointed at him, looking completely bewildered.

The monk felt as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat.

Chen Feng angrily retorted, "You bald monk, are you blind? Couldn't you have tied something real? You made me come all this way for nothing! Ugh, I was waiting to have dinner with you!"

Enraged, the monk couldn't help but swear. He threw Yan Luo aside and roared, "Who the hell knows what your wife looks like! I'll kill you first!"

Chen Feng chuckled: "You?"

"You bald monk, I still remember you! You ruined my wedding last time, and you dare to come back this time? You're asking for death!"

Despite their verbal sparring, the two men didn't let up on their work.

At the very beginning, the monk displayed his Golden Bell Body, brandishing a long staff. His robust physique resembled that of a leopard, as he kicked into the air and then pounced forward.

Chen Feng naturally wouldn't underestimate him.

"Heaven is divided into Yin and Yang, and all things return to one!" he shouted softly, assuming a stable horse stance, and unleashing a powerful palm strike, "Heavenly Dao Palm!"

A palm strike and a staff collided, unleashing a tremendous burst of spiritual energy. The air itself seemed to tremble with fear and disperse.

Upon seeing this, Chen Feng was taken aback.

This guy... actually managed to pull it off!

This is different from what I saw last time! This guy's strength has increased dramatically in just two short months!

Having taken a deep blow, the monk was clearly not having an easy time either; his ordinary clothes were completely ruined, revealing his muscular physique.

Chen Feng's expression turned solemn. Was it really as his master had said...?

"Still such a simple trick? You think you can kill me with that? I'm not the same as before! I'm stronger than you now!" The monk laughed loudly, a hint of excitement in his eyes. He raised his staff again, poised to attack.

Chen Feng's eyebrows rose high; what that bald monk said was indeed true.

He only knows this simple move; it was destined from the moment he began learning this volume of the Heavenly Evolution Daoist Technique.

Whether it's palm techniques, hand techniques, or gait, the Heavenly Evolution Daoist Method aims to unleash the most powerful spiritual energy, making its attacks extremely simple and straightforward.

If one truly completes the cultivation of this Heavenly Evolution Dao Technique, then there will certainly be no more problems. With a single palm strike, one can split the heavens and earth, and even ghosts and gods will flee in terror.

However, this also means that in the early to mid-game, when facing opponents that cannot be directly crushed, they become somewhat stretched thin.

Thinking of the troublesome situation, Chen Feng couldn't help but think of the big man in the martial arts competition. He figured that he could only use some clever tactics against such an opponent.

Speak of the devil, the devil... Yan Luo slowly opened her eyes, rubbed them, and saw a bald monk and Chen Feng fighting fiercely in front of her.

"Chen Feng?"