Chapter 438 Here We Go Again

The kind are bullied, and the tame are ridden.

Chen Fei had originally thought Zhang Chang had come to apologize and offer reconciliation. Unexpectedly, the man twisted facts the moment he opened his mouth. Since that was how they wanted to play it, Chen Fei dropped all pretense.

Ji Wugou was staring at Chen Fei with bright, excited eyes.

She had long been displeased with Chen Fei’s seemingly passive behavior ever since entering the city. In her mind, it was beneath his dignity—especially considering he wasn’t someone who used to swallow his pride like this.

But now that Chen Fei’s expression was laced with anger, Ji Wugou looked like she was ready to watch the fireworks, grabbing another handful of roasted meat.

“Don’t break anything, okay? This roast meat is way too good to waste!” she grinned.

“Just eat your damn food,” Chen Fei snapped back at her.

Just as the words left his mouth, Zhang Chang thrust his blazing spear forward.

A stream of violent energy pierced through the courtyard wall, headed straight for Chen Fei’s face. The force itself wasn’t deadly—but the killing intent embedded within it was terrifying! Without strong mental resilience, just that spear’s will could have mentally shattered an ordinary cultivator.

Zhang Chang wasn’t just any warrior—he was a battle-hardened killer forged in blood and corpses.

But for Chen Fei, this attack wasn’t worth worrying about. He raised a hand, seized the incoming force, and casually crushed it.

Chuckling lightly, Chen Fei stood up.

“Since General Zhang is filled with killing intent, why hold back? Or do you look down on me?”

As he spoke, Chen Fei vanished.

Zhang Chang’s pupils shrank—though he was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm, he instantly sensed that Chen Fei’s power was far beyond that! No wonder Yan Fei was nearly obliterated with a single slap…

His heart trembled, but his hands didn’t falter. The flaming spear lashed out like a swimming dragon, aiming directly for Chen Fei’s throat!

It wasn’t just a straight jab—the spear technique was cunning and unpredictable.

Even though Chen Fei clearly had the upper hand, he didn’t dare take the strike lightly.

As expected, when he raised his hand to deflect the spear, Zhang Chang’s weapon suddenly twisted, drawing a bizarre arc as the tip stabbed straight for his eyes.

It was so fast it was nearly impossible to dodge. A cold glint of viciousness flashed in Zhang Chang’s gaze.

But Chen Fei merely tilted his head slightly.

The spearhead brushed his hair—and then Chen Fei’s hands clamped tightly around the shaft.

“Such ruthless moves, General Zhang.” His voice was calm.

A pulse of immense force surged through his arms and struck the weapon. Zhang Chang felt a jolt shoot up his hands, followed by a splitting pain as his tiger’s mouth split open and blood dripped down.

Before he could react, Chen Fei yanked the spear from his hands.

Although long weapons weren’t his specialty, Chen Fei’s body control and spiritual sense were at an absurd level. With a sweeping motion, he forced Zhang Chang back several steps.

Seeing an opening, Chen Fei flicked his fingers.

“Come.”

Zhang Chang reflexively raised his arm to block—but what greeted him was a massive black sword.

The bladeless greatsword sliced through his arm like a hot knife through butter.

Zhang Chang’s forehead broke out in sweat. He raised his head in disbelief, face pale, staring at Chen Fei in shock.

Chen Fei returned a cold glance, then twirled the spear casually in one hand.

Even if Chen Fei’s spear skills were lacking, Zhang Chang no longer had the strength or defense to resist.

“No—!” Xu Zhenping’s scalp tingled. He drew his sword and swung it toward Chen Fei’s incoming strike.

Clang!

He barely managed to knock the spear aside. But before he could even feel relieved, the massive black sword came down again, slashing across Zhang Chang’s body.

Xu Zhenping’s heart sank.

Chen Fei retrieved his sword with a flick and turned to walk toward the gate.

“If someone else dares to make a move again—they die. As for the damage here—Yan Fei and Zhang Chang can fix it personally. And I mean personally.”

That last line was clearly directed at Xu Zhenping.

He had no time to reply and rushed to Zhang Chang’s side.

Zhang Chang’s face was ghostly pale. A sword mark ran across his forehead—any deeper, and his soul might have been obliterated! Even so, with such severe injuries, he’d need top-grade pills and long rest to recover.

Xu Zhenping quickly supported him.

“General Zhang…”

“Take me… back to camp…” Zhang Chang stammered weakly, shaken to the core.

Without hesitation, Xu Zhenping snatched up the severed arm and spear from the ground, lifted Zhang Chang, and darted toward the Zhenbei military camp.

Back in the courtyard.

Ji Wugou looked disappointed.

“That’s it? Seriously?”

“What, you’d be happier if I killed someone?” Chen Fei gave her a glare.

“Heh! So don’t kill, but why act all fierce then?” she pouted, licking the last bit of grease off her fingers and humming as she sauntered back into the house.

Chen Fei glanced at the empty tray—she’d eaten all the roast meat meant for two. No wonder she was acting so smug—was she hiding her nervousness under that attitude?

He didn’t bother responding.

The truth was, he had already held back against Zhang Chang.

Regardless of what schemes the Zhenbei Army was plotting, after this lesson, they’d likely rein themselves in. He doubted they’d stir up more trouble for now.

Chen Fei tidied the courtyard and went to his room.

He didn’t know if the Heaven Silkworm Gu would continue devouring Ji Wugou’s Qi tonight. If there was a way to stop it via distance, it might be time to send her away. Keeping her around was like holding a ticking bomb—the Ji clan’s wrath wasn’t something he wanted to face directly.

Thinking about this, Chen Fei gradually drifted into sleep.

Throughout Zhenbei City, many people had witnessed Chen Fei defeat Zhang Chang. Once Xu Zhenping returned to stand guard at Chen Fei’s gate again, the surrounding spies and watchers quietly dispersed.

That night was unusually quiet.

But not inside Chen Fei’s room.

The Heaven Silkworm Gu was still endlessly gnawing at his energy, like an insatiable glutton.

Its little claw twitched as it pulled in a thread of Ji Wugou’s Qi. The taste must’ve been special, because it wriggled excitedly as if savoring something rare.

Meanwhile, beside Chen Fei—another warm, curvy body had silently appeared.

Despite his usual hyper-awareness, Chen Fei didn’t notice a thing.

The mysterious woman shifted slightly, then found a comfortable position—clinging to Chen Fei like a sleepy koala hugging a tree.