Young Master Jiang was clearly a spoiled heir who had come to the restaurant for a meal. Huai only wanted to bring his master.

"No way!"

Fairy Tianfu shook her head; she still preferred stinky tofu.

Such a direct refusal made the young man's face lose face. His expression darkened, and the people beside him understood immediately, jumping out.

"Damn it! Don't push your luck! Do you even know who our Young Master is?"

"Who he is has nothing to do with us,"

Feng Zikang smiled faintly, flicking his sleeve. The servant who had been shouting was instantly propelled outward by a violent gust of wind, smashing heavily against the wall with a loud crash.

"Good kid!"

The other few men beside the young master became furious and surrounded him. "How dare you lay a hand on us?"

Having followed the young master for so long, they were accustomed to arrogance and bullying; they were the ones who hit others, never the reverse. Now, they rushed forward as one. Feng Zikang sneered coldly, tapped his chopsticks lightly, caught the several large men, and effortlessly tossed them out the door.

The young master's face turned ashen white, and he bolted, but Feng Zikang ignored him. Instead, he heard the boy shouting loudly, "Master Liu! Master Yan! Quick, save me! Someone is trying to beat me!"

Boom!

With a loud roar, two holes were punched through the partition wall of the private room, and two middle-aged men emerged from somewhere. The young man felt greatly relieved upon seeing them and stopped running.

He pointed at Feng Zikang, "Masters, this is the one who beat my men! Kill him!"

The young master spoke so casually, ordering a man's death as easily as one might swat a fly.

Feng Zikang's expression shifted.

"Cultivators?"

His gaze swept coldly over the two men who had burst in. Both were clearly cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage. Why would they be protecting such a mortal youth?

The two obviously recognized his cultivator status too, but merely snorted in disdain, completely unconcerned.

"Young Master, you should step back first. We will deal with this person."

"Good!" The young master nodded, a cruel expression flashing across his face, and turned to leave. Suddenly remembering something, he turned back, "Masters, remember to keep the girl, and send her to me later!"

The two nodded. Only after he left the room did they spread their palms, each spitting out two streams of yellow energy, reaching out to grasp Feng Zikang.

"Insolence!"

Feng Zikang snorted coldly. "Mere tricks like these are not enough to kill this old Feng!"

He shook the sword light in his hand, pushing away the two streams of yellow energy. Suddenly, he thrust forward and charged out the door.

"Not good!"

The two suddenly realized that the sword light was not aimed at them but was slashing toward the outside. Their expressions changed drastically, and they rushed to follow, only to see the malevolent light move with lightning speed, making a sharp turn, and returning with a bloodied human head.

"Ahhhh!"

The two looked utterly distraught, collapsing onto the floor with a thud, clutching the severed head. Their lips trembled; they were rendered speechless.

It was the young master’s head!

If others intended to kill him, why should Feng Zikang show any courtesy?

Mortal or Immortal, since they intended him harm and had the ability to cause trouble for Feng Zikang, such an annoying fellow must be dispatched quickly to avoid further complications.

"You, you know who you just killed?"

The two cultivators looked bewildered, clearly terrified out of their wits.

"Regardless of who he was before, now he is just a dead man."

Feng Zikang remained placid, unconcerned.

"You have brought immense disaster upon the Living Heaven!"

The two cultivators turned deathly pale and screamed mournfully.

"You really... you really killed him!" The pair muttered repeatedly to themselves. Feng Zikang grew impatient, grabbed Fairy Tianfu, and started walking toward the door.

Since someone had died here, the food naturally didn't taste as good anymore. Fairy Tianfu followed him without complaint.

"You are not allowed to leave!"

The two jumped up, their eyes bloodshot, blocking his path.

"You are surely dead!"

Feng Zikang smiled coldly. "Oh? I'd like to see what ability you two possess that can keep me here!"

The two laughed wildly and miserably. "Our cultivation is insufficient, so we truly cannot keep you. But since you killed the current Crown Prince, do you think you can simply walk away?"

"The current Crown Prince?"

Feng Zikang was startled. Looking at the head held in the hand of one man, he was momentarily stunned.

This youth was actually Li Zhi, the reigning Crown Prince!

Crown Prince Li Zhi had his head chopped off by him!

Even Feng Zikang couldn't help but feel a chill. While he didn't necessarily fear the consequences, he sensed an undeniable predestination in the unseen workings of fate!

The Crown Prince was protected by the Aura of the True Dragon; under normal circumstances, he absolutely shouldn't die so easily. Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator trying to kill him would face various obstacles and likely fail. Yet, the sword strike he cast just now had cleanly severed the man's head.

There was no obstruction whatsoever!

"Kid! You have brought catastrophic disaster upon our sect!"

They naturally assumed Feng Zikang was a disciple from some ordinary cultivation sect, not realizing he belonged to the Military Family branch of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, one of the Three Religions and Nine Schools. Given the current standing of the Three Religions and Nine Schools, they had no need to fear the dignity of the Imperial Family, though this was still a minor complication.

Feng Zikang frowned slightly, lost in thought, when suddenly cultivators came flying over the sky in a rush. The death of the Crown Prince, the disturbance of the True Dragon Aura, and the resulting cosmic shifts were sensed through various divinations.

Some were Imperial Guards, others were cultivators who had come to investigate the situation. Upon seeing the scene, they were all stunned into silence.

Feng Zikang remained calm, showing no visible reaction.

Before long, two even higher-ranking Imperial Envoys arrived. Seeing the Crown Prince's head, their hearts trembled, and when they turned to look at Feng Zikang, their faces turned even paler.

They had attended the banquet the previous evening and recognized Feng Zikang.

"It's the Duke Zhenguo, the Martial Achievement King! What... what is going on here?"

The man who had just achieved great merit and been ennobled as Duke Zhenguo, the Martial Achievement King, had just publicly executed the Crown Prince. How could this tangled mess possibly be resolved?

Everyone stood frozen on the spot, unsure of what to do.

Feng Zikang cleared his throat and coughed lightly. "Today's events have their own cause and effect. If everyone temporarily has no clue what to do, then I shall return to the guesthouse first."

The Imperial Envoys smiled bitterly, knowing that arresting him and throwing him into the Heavenly Prison at this moment was absolutely impossible. Never mind that he was a cultivator who had just earned merit, or that he held the title of Duke Zhenguo—his backing, the Military Family of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, made this matter far from simple to handle. Moreover, the Crown Prince was clearly at fault first; running into an iron wall like this, it hardly seemed Feng Zikang’s fault.

However, the matter certainly couldn't be ignored.

He pondered briefly, then walked toward Feng Zikang with a wry smile. "Nephew Feng, let's do this: you return to the guesthouse for now, but please refrain from leaving. This matter must first be reported to the Emperor, and then your elders must be notified so that both sides can confer before a resolution is reached."

Feng Zikang nodded. "That is excellent."

He glanced at the Crown Prince's head, feeling a slight stirring of realization. He led Fairy Tianfu back to the guesthouse, followed slowly by several dozen men sent by the Imperial Envoys.

Feng Zikang paid them no mind and returned to the guesthouse to rest.

"The Crown Prince has been murdered!"

This news spread rapidly through the streets and alleys, and just as quickly throughout the entire cultivation world.

No one had anticipated such an upheaval. Upon hearing the news for the first time, regardless of the depth of their cultivation, everyone paused in disbelief.

When had such a thing ever happened in these past thousands of years?

The Emperor was stunned. The Imperial Envoys were stunned. Grand Tutor Pang was stunned. All the civil and military officials were stunned.

In the cultivation world, when Yuan Buhuan heard the news, his face twitched involuntarily. He couldn't believe it.

"This, this... what is this kid doing?"

He had clearly been sent to establish merit and glory, only yesterday being named Duke Zhenguo, the Martial Achievement King, yet today he committed an act like killing the Crown Prince?

Even with the strength of the Military Family of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, who could have predicted he would do such a thing?

Master Wule was equally dazed and reported the matter to his own master.

"Killed Crown Prince Li Zhi?"

Even Master Yuanyuan, a mighty expert at the Spirit Transformation stage, couldn't help but be moved.

"He slew Wu Duya, causing a disruption to the True Dragon Aura, and now he has killed the Crown Prince, diminishing the Tang Dynasty's Dragon Qi. He truly is the destined person for this calamity..."

Master Yuanyuan couldn't stop sighing bitterly.

"Master, what should be done now that matters have come to this?"

"What should be done?" Master Yuanyuan shook his head. "The Crown Prince brought this upon himself by provoking this killing god. If he died, then he died in vain. What else can be done?"

His words carried an air of helplessness. Even an expert at the Spirit Transformation stage like Master Yuanyuan could only follow the great flow of the world's trends. This mere Royal Crown Prince, even protected by the Aura of the True Dragon, was dead, and that was that—what else could be done?

Master Wule gasped, shaking his head and sighing endlessly.

"However, I must discuss this matter with my Senior Brother."

Master Yuanyuan let out a long, helpless sigh.

"Martial Uncle Xuanjin is still guarding the Giant Wild Goose Pagoda. Should this disciple go..."

"No need!" Master Yuanyuan shook his head.

"This time, I must persuade my Senior Brother to leave seclusion. How can his Myriad Volumes of True Sutras suppress this world-ending calamity? At this rate, great chaos will begin within three years. If he doesn't emerge now, it will be too late!"

He tightened the prayer beads in his hand, and a shadow of grimness crossed his handsome face.

Although this incident shocked the world again, Feng Zikang was not entirely unaware of the implications.

Grand Tutor Pang rushed to see him in a panic that very day. After hearing Feng Zikang recount the events, he, too, felt utterly helpless.

It was natural for the Crown Prince to be dissolute and spoiled; it was equally natural for a cultivator to kill a spoiled noble who offended him. The problem was that such natural occurrences shouldn't have happened. The Crown Prince, blessed with immense fortune, should not have provoked a cultivator, and according to his fate, he should not have been killed so easily.

But he was dead nonetheless.

This shattered everyone's perceptions.

"Nephew Feng, please do not blame me, but I am completely bewildered by this matter, truly not knowing what to do."

Grand Tutor Pang sighed deeply, his face etched with profound melancholy. He had already been worried about the matter of the Teng Clan, and now Feng Zikang's affair added to it, throwing the loyal and righteous old scholar's heart into utter turmoil, disrupting his Dao heart to the point where he could not make a decision.

Grand Tutor Pang took his leave. People continued to call on him, but they were all dumbfounded and offered no solutions.

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