The Road to Becoming a Son-in-Law

Chapter 44 Xuansha Demonic Monk

The outer corridor.

Director Chu Ling, with her nails painted a striking red, seemed oblivious to the person who slipped in behind her.

She picked up a cigarette with her delicate hand, lit it with practiced ease, put it in her mouth with her elegant red lipstick, and then calmly gazed into the distance.

Then Mu Qianxue was taken out from inside.

This process didn't take long, only ten minutes.

By the time the other person came out, she had just finished smoking.

...When Chen Feng came out, he had just seen Chu Ling crush the cigarette in her hand, and the scent of vanilla still lingered in the corridor.

Perhaps she was just too attention-grabbing, because after only ten minutes of standing there, she attracted the attention of a guy who looked like a successful person.

"Miss, are you smoking here all by yourself? Is something bothering you?" The other person pretended to be reserved, but his gaze roamed brazenly over Chu Ling.

"I advise you to tone down your gaze." Putting down her cigarette, Chu Ling coldly swept her gaze over.

Her eyes were cold.

"Oh? Women who dare to smoke here are all extraordinary, quite spirited. I like that." But to his surprise, the other person seemed oblivious to the concept of backing down, and instead leaned closer.

Is this his chance to be a hero and save the damsel in distress?

Chen Feng was secretly annoyed. Had these city folks never seen a beautiful woman before?

Just as he was about to take a step forward, he suddenly saw Chu Ling grab his shoulders with both hands, lift his left leg, and press his knee down three inches below his abdomen.

This location...

Holy crap, that looks painful!

Chen Feng was uncharacteristically stunned, and almost instinctively reached out to cover a certain spot.

Chu Ling kicked the man away and walked into the private room without looking back. Chen Feng followed closely behind, somewhat surprised: This woman is actually quite skilled.

Just as he entered the private room, secretly congratulating himself on Mu Qianxue's gentle nature, a group of people crowded around him, all looking tense: "Brother Feng, Fu Qiannan just took President Mu away. He told you to go find him if you dare!"

It took Chen Feng two seconds to react: "Fu Qiannan?"

"Yes, and they came on strong! They said they wanted you to go to the West City Airport to find him, or they would attack President Mu!" One of the girls was almost crying.

She recalled the scene of Fu Qiannan bringing two bodyguards in to threaten people, and how Mu Qianxue was the only one who went out with him in the end, which allowed them to escape unharmed.

Chen Feng's expression turned completely somber. Fu Qiannan must still be holding a grudge about what happened last time, and that ugly girl was probably implicated because of him.

"You guys eat and drink well. I'll pay for this. That ugly girl will be fine."

He turned and left, exchanging a few words with the waiter he encountered on the way.

The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Ugly...ugly girl?" Could this be referring to their CEO, Mr. Mu?

Chen Feng left quickly, and Fu Qiannan left him an accurate address: Chengxi Airport.

There are few people here, but Chen Feng still doesn't understand why he had to choose this place.

It wasn't until he personally went there that he discovered the kid's true purpose.

Chengxi Airport is an old airport, currently under construction. So when I got out of the taxi, there were no lights on around, only a construction spotlight shining in the distance.

As soon as Chen Feng got out of the car, the driver disappeared. He walked more than ten steps and finally, in the dim light, he could make out the figure of an old monk in meditation standing in front of the airport hall. He finally frowned.

Warrior...

The more carefree and jovial a person appears on the surface, the more meticulous they may be. And Chen Feng happens to be just such a person.

"A dark and windy night... a night for murder?" He smiled casually and walked over with a nonchalant gait. "How rare. In all my years, I've seen very few martial artists, and I never expected to run into one here."

The night wind was bleak, swirling up fallen leaves, and the figure that had been motionless like a statue finally moved.

"Amitabha Buddha".

The four syllables drifted over, like an ancient bell being struck by sandalwood, producing a sound that struck the eardrums.

Chen Feng's expression changed.

Quite profound internal strength!

He took a half step back, and the monk took a step forward.

With the help of the dim light and Chen Feng's excellent eyesight, he was finally able to see the person's appearance clearly this time.

The monk was tall and thin, wearing a red kasaya, and around his neck was a string of prayer beads about the size of a fist.

The monk's enormous earlobes drooped down, yet he showed no sign of kindness, for one eye was covered by a deep, bone-revealing scar.

Chen Feng only took half a step back to dissipate his internal force. He was so shocked that he opened his eyes wide. His otherworldly aura suddenly subsided and was covered by a murderous aura.

Those vertical pupils, radiating a blood-red light, struck Chen Feng's heart, startling him: "Such a fierce and malevolent aura!"

"Your strength is extraordinary."

The old monk, however, wore an even more solemn expression than Chen Feng.

In a single move, with one attacking and the other defending, one advancing and the other retreating, the two exchanged blows of internal energy without each other even realizing it, and thus gained some insight into each other's strength.

The vortex of internal energy dissipated as soon as the old monk finished speaking, the fallen leaves around him turned into powder and scattered, and the old airport glass was shaken and shattered.

The fragments reflected the figures of the two, as if a thousand eyes were watching this battle between martial artists.

"You were hired by Fu Qiannan to deal with me? Where is that kid?" Chen Feng asked first.

The old monk didn't say a word, he just shook his head.

Okay, Chen Feng understands.

This old monk is here to be a thug!

So Chen Feng stopped and asked half-jokingly, "I heard from my master that martial artists often live in seclusion in the city, and Buddhist monks are even more ignorant of worldly affairs. How come you are not a monk who only drinks and eats meat?"

"This humble monk's Dharma name is Xuan Sha. I am a former monk from Shaolin Temple who has returned to secular life. I have come here to exchange a favor." Xuan Sha made a Buddha gesture with one hand and performed a proper Buddhist salute. But in an instant, he transformed into a stream of light and shot out.

What incredible speed!

Having not encountered an opponent of this caliber for a long time, Chen Feng became complacent.

The mysterious ghost was like a yellow shadow, making it impossible to discern its true form. At this moment, it removed the Buddhist beads from its neck.

The prayer beads were flung out, and even though Chen Feng was prepared, his palm went numb from the shock when he saw the beads being flung out of his hand.

"Damn, it's made of refined iron!" Chen Feng almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He thought it was made of wood and caught it empty-handed like an idiot!

Shaking his hands vigorously to shake off the numbness, Chen Feng, unusually, gritted his teeth in anger after suffering a loss.

It was only then that he noticed that Xuan Sha, who had just been solemn, was actually showing a sinister smile.

Where is the compassion and benevolence of a Buddhist practitioner?

"How insidious! You old monk, you're the one who's cultivating Rakshasa! With such heavy iron weighing dozens of kilograms on your neck, aren't you afraid of getting cervical spondylosis?!"

Chen Feng's mouth never stopped.

Upon hearing this, Xuan Sha, having revealed his true nature, no longer concealed his expression and was immediately enraged, his beard bristling and eyes wide with fury.

He roared, "You're asking for death!"