The Favored Son of Heaven
Author: Highrise Building
Chapter 184 - You Wonât Let Me In? Then Iâll Fight My Way In!
Exodus Tales
Exodus Tales
The flying saucer model supercar slowly descended to a unique little courtyard. Its surroundings were green hills and clear waters, possessing the scenery of the southern rivers.
In the tiny courtyard, a certain feeling of tranquility and of the simple life rose in Qin Fenâs heart.
There was a two-story building, formed of red brick. It was carved into the mythological beast, the Qilin, that could step on the clouds and tread the mist.
This Qilin held its head high, revealing a pair of eyes that looked down on the great earth. It was truly akin to the Imperial power that was paramount in ancient times, overlooking down on the common people.
Qin Fen tilted his head to look at Lin Liqiang. He asked, âWhere is Song Jia?â
Lin Liqiang sighed. He raised his chin and pointed at the tiny building of red brick. He said, âSheâs inside there. Sheâs been grounded.â
The windows of the second story facing the gates were slightly open. A face that contained both a smile and teardrops appeared within Qin Fenâs line of sight.
Within the room, Song Jia wore an adorable pink nightgown. There was some grief in that faint smile on her face as she gently waved her arm.
Qin Fen raised a hand to point at Song Jia. Then he placed his hands before his chest, and he slashed down to his stomach. In the end, his hands formed the shape of a heart.
Lin Liqiang chuckled as he watched from the side. Qin Fen, this kid, was even using the sign language he learned back when he worked at a school for the disabled.
âBro, what did you say in sign language just now?â
âYou can be at ease.â
Qin Fenâs cell phone rang with a text message indication. Song Jia had sent him a text message.
âIâve troubled you.â
Qin Fen looked with a tranquil smile. People chose their own path, and he naturally chose this one himself. He wouldnât regret it now that he made his choice.
The two friends walked shoulder to shoulder to arrive at the building of red brick. There was a seventy to eighty-year-old man standing at the entrance. His stature was tall, and his face was so lean that there was practically no flesh.
âYoung Master Lin, have you also come to propose marriage to the young lady of our house? If so, you can avoid the first test, and directly entered the building.â
The smile on the old manâs face was very polite and modest. He even bent his back in a slight bow. However, he still carried the air of the butler of an ancient family.
âGrandfather Hou, there are too many people pursuing Jiajia. I donât want to be trampled to death by a crowd of people.â Lin Liqiang promptly raised his arms and shook them. âI cannot give up the entire ocean for the sake of one drop of water.â
The old man with the last name Hou had faint disappointment flickered in his eyes. He sighed. âAlas, I can only say that there is no faith between you two. To tell the truth, the person that this rotten old man thinks the most of in beating the other candidates is none other than you, Young Master Lin.â
âIâve made you disappointed.â Lin Liqiang clasped his hands together and stooped into a bow. His attitude was incomparably respectful as he said, âIt is this kidâs offense.â
âHa ha....â The old man with the last name Hou was very calm as he accepted Lin Liqiangâs bow. He placed his attention on Qin Fen. The kind and good-natured light in his eyes instantly turned sinister and terrifying. Such is change could be said to be very bizarre. âBarbaric kid, have you come to participate in the selection process?â
Qin Fen suddenly felt as if he were plunged into an ice bath by the glare from the old manâs eyes. His heart rate almost increased in speed for some inexplicable reason, and the hairs on his back rustled as they stood on end.
âYes.â
The frigid hairs on Qin Fenâs body quickly calmed down.
The sinister look could no longer be seen on the face of the old man with the last name Hou. His eyes twitched a bit in shock. There was also a faint smile of satisfaction.
âPassable. He really isnât some pretty boy.â The old man with the last name Hou nodded his head. âAll right. You have passed the initial test. You can go in and continue with the tests.â
Only now did Qin Fen realize that this had been a test. When the old man with the last name Hou released his killing intent, he was actually engaging in the testing/selection process.
âWait a minute.â
A youngster walked out from the building of red brick. He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He was one hundred and eighty-three centimeters tall, and he wore casual workout clothes on his body. On his feet were a pair of ordinary traditional Beijing canvas shoes.
âGrandfather Hou, youâre being far too irresponsible, sir.â The young manâs eyes were filled with hostility, never leaving Qin Fenâs body from beginning to end. âWe absolutely must not let anyone violate the young lady.â
âHa ha....â The old man with the last name Hou was not the least bit angry. He smiled, very delightedly, making way to the side. âWuxian, do you believe that you are being responsible by doing this?â
âIf a man truly loves a woman, he wouldnât come rushing over here at the last second upon obtaining the news.â Wuxian slowly spread his fists up art. âA man shouldnât wait till the last minute to appear.â
Qin Fen nodded in silence. In regards to his late arrival, he didnât want to do any explaining. He arrived late, and that was that. Further explanations were incapable of changing the fact that he was late.
âCheng Wuxian.â Lin Liqiangâs eyebrows shot up. Annoyance appeared on his face. âIf you are interested in fighting, I will play with you. My brother has to deal with quite a few physical exhausting things later on. He doesnât need to make a move to deal with a random fish like you.â
Cheng Wuxian, whose complexion was bad, changed his expression immediately upon hearing Lin Liqiangâs words. He gave him a very respectful bow and said, âYoung Master Lin, this kid isnât a match for you. If you want to take part in the selection process, this kid is willing to be your Vanguard. Ever since I first met you, sir, Iâve always believed that you are the most suited person for the young lady of our family. However....â
Cheng Wuxian looked at Qin Fen once more. He didnât say anything else this time. He merely gently shook his head, his eyes seeping with an indescribable resolution.
âI will have to fight to get in, right?â
Qin Fen looked at the old man with the last name Hou. If this old man chose to fight as well, his chances of victory were uncertain. So uncertain that there was not too big of a difference from a zero chance of victory.
The old man with the last name Hou laughed. âYou have already passed this test of mine. Therefore, you, kid do not need to be worried about me. Focus on dealing with Wuxian. This kid has vowed to protect Jiajia with his life ever since he was young. He really does possess some strength.â
Protecting Song Jia with his life? Qin Fen could feel that the problem was a bit thorny. If Cheng Wuxian was an opponent that had come to fight over Song Jia, then a life or death struggle would not be abnormal.
If the person he was to fight was someone who protected Song Jia, then he would need to focus on propriety.
Xing Wuyi didnât say anything else. He took out to Yaksha rods, each a foot long, from behind his back. His stance turned into the stance of a Yaksha of a temple slaying demons.
Little Yaksha Rod Technique!
Qin Fen furrowed his brow. This practically unknown rod technique was quite monstrous, and the two rods that his opponent was wielding were even more monstrous. He was able to see that one side of each of the two rods possessed cutting edges that protruded out less than a millimeter!
Though Cheng Wuxian had already concealed things quite well, he was incapable of truly completely concealing the blade-light of this cutting edge. As his strength of a four-star martial artist was unleashed, the cold blade energy of the steel rods caused oneâs skin to throb over and over.
âBe careful... donât hurt him....â
Song Jiaâs worried voice came from the second story. Cheng Wuxianâs lips twitched. âYoung lady, Iâll do my best not to hurt him....â
Before she could finish speaking, Cheng Wuxianâs rights legs, which had been lifted high up, suddenly stomped forward. It was as if a bomb went off on the stone slabs beneath his feet. His body moved forward, as if he were standing on a surfboard on an oceanâs wave. The steel rods in his hands whipped towards Qin Fenâs skull.
At the same time, the true energy within his body boiled, and the fine hairs of his body stood a full two centimeters on end. There was a terrifying energy that was threatening.
These two steel rods were as thick as the arms of a baby. When they fiercely lashed out, the air screamed in a sound that was akin to the winter gales of the north. Qin Fenâs eyebrows were blown to sway over and over.
Yaksha Disturbs the Ocean! This move made one qualified to be called a Yaksha!
Qin Fenâs complexion didnât change at all when he faced such a firm and fierce attack. The Dragon Elephant Prajna Art was simply raised to the five-star level. He made a very casual step back, dodging the explosive strikes from the heads of the two rods. He then followed with a step to arrive upon Cheng Wuxian. His two arms raised to stop the two elbows behind Cheng Wuxianâs rods. His ten fingers spread open as he clutched down, holding down the elbow of the young expert.
âYou...?â
Cheng Wuxian struggled with all his strength, but he was ultimately unable to free his arms. The more he struggled, the more his elbow ached. It was as if what clamped down on his arms werenât the hands of a man, but a heavy-duty machine possessing the force of ten thousand pounds.
Qin Fen held Cheng Wuxian in place with his hands, and these hands werenât something that a four-star young expert could struggle free from. Qin Fen raised his head to stare at Song Jia, who still had traces of tears visible on her face. âI know.â
Cheng Wuxian stared at Qin Fen in a daze. It was only now that he realized that the leniency the young lady had asked in a shout wasnât directed to him. The enormous disparity between reality and his thoughts gave rise to shameful nests, which soon turned to fury. He raised a leg to kick at his opponentâs vitals.
Qin Fen raised the sole of his foot, intercepting the killer kick of Cheng Wuxian. He simply kicked back the leg, which had left the ground, back to its owner. His two arms loosened to the right with force, simply tossing his opponents, who weighed a hundred and seventy pounds, five meters into the distance.
When Cheng Wuxian was intercepted by the sole of Qin Fenâs foot, he felt as if an elephant had kicked his leg. The enormous power made his two legs lose their balance. Before he could recover his leg to a steady position, Qin Fenâs two arms and their enormous power flung his entire body off the ground. His entire body lost all balance whatsoever.
Cheng Wuxian fell heavily to the ground. He rolled two full revolutions before stopping, ending the shameful scene.
In his original spot, Qin Fen stood with his hands behind his back as he looked at Cheng Wuxian. He had already obtained victory by detaining his opponent. He never thought that his opponent would actually try to play dirty.
And so, the power with which he intercepted his opponentsâ heel was not as simple as the power he used when he deliberately wanted to just score a victory. He made it so that his opponent would experience something shameful.
The building of red brick didnât appear to be that large. Only God knew what sort of martial artists still remained inside. If the Song Family placed a few more youngsters like this one inside, wouldnât Qin Fen have to fight for half the day to get in? It would be better for him to simply give an initial show of strength, and bluntly let everyone reconsider making a move against him.
Qin Fen had thought things very thoroughly by the time he made his move. Since he wasnât well-received upon coming here, he wouldnât obtain his opponentâs approval if he were to lower his head in front of these martial artists.
Rather than suffer in silence and carry a bad complexion, he might as well utilize firm methods from the very beginning. He displayed his strength, using the simplest and most direct methods to obtain the approval of others.
The old man with the last name Hou gently clapped his hands without end. The smile on his face was that of great delight. There was not the slightest hint of fury from having someone of the Song Family be defeated.
âNot bad, not bad, kid.â The old man with the last name Hou raised his hand and pushed open the door to the building of red brick. âYou can enter now. Believe me. There wonât be anyone else who will appear and cause you trouble.â
Qin Fen gave another respectful bow to the old man with the last name Hou. Only then did he raised his leg and walked into the building of red brick, where he didnât know what was awaiting him.
Qin Fen entered the building. The large door slowly closed once more. The sound of the two sides of the door slamming together sounded akin to the large drum of an ancient castle hall. It causes oneâs mind to suddenly feel a pressure that was hard to describe.
Lin Liqiang sat on the stone bench outside of the building. He beamed as he looked at the person next to him, the old man with the last name Hou. âHey, old butler grandpa. Why did you come here? You, sir, donât serve anyone except for Grandfather Song.â
âMatters of young lady Jiajia are no small matters.â Butler Hou beamed as he said, âThe master naturally wonât appear in person for such circumstances. He can only have me run around with my weary old body. That kidâs not bad, but itâs still useless. He will certainly be eliminated.â
âReally?â Lin Liqiangâs arms pressed against the blues slab. âGrandfather Hou, I recall that I have never won a bet against you, right?â
âThatâs right.â Butler Hou spoke rudely. âWhat is it? Does the little fellow want to give me, this old man, some extra pocket money?â
âKay.â Lin Liqiang sat up straight. He stretched his body. âI might win some coffers from you. When that happens, donât use training as an excuse to give me a beating when you lose your money. It seems like Young Master Yu has taken quite a few of your beatings, right? I am not as masochistic as him.â
âHaha, how do you want to bet?â Butler Hou beamed as he looked at Lin Liqiang. âI recall that Young Master Yu has been defeated on the Sky Martial Battle Network. He finds me, this weary old man, who swap pointers as to the first part of his training, nearly breaking this weary old body of mine.â
Lin Liqiang stuck out his tongue. âYoung Master Yu broke a bone of yours, sir? Iâm guessing that heâs in the hospital right now, right?â
Butler Hou squinted, seemingly unable to open his eyes, as he looked into the sky. âYouâre exaggerating. How can I, a lowly person, dare to hit Young Master Yu? A few little accidents appeared when he swapped pointers with me and this weary old body of mine. That is all. His body and his head crashed into the wall....â
The hairs on Lin Liqiangâs back stood on end when he heard this. It was no wonder that this old fellow was the most favorite butler of Song Wen Dong, the Earth Martial God. He was ruthless whenever he made a move. Good or bad, Young Master Yu had a bit of a blood relationship with Song Wen Dong. The butler had been completely unbiased when he made his move. After all, Young Master Yuâs skull had crashed into a wall.
âHow do you want to bet?â Butler Hou turned the topic back to betting.
âI bet that this bro of mine will be able to marry Song Jia in the end.â Lin Liqiang was very confident as he smiled. âYou are well off, old man. Letâs just bet a hundred thousand.â
âOh man, this kid really sure has money.â Butler Hou happily smiled. âHowever, donât you think that this isnât enough?â
Lin Liqiangâs interest was evoked. âThen you want to up the bet, sir?â
âOf course.â The two squinting eyes of Butler Hou suddenly released a terrifying blow. âItâs so rare for a little fellow like you to be completely confident. My weary old body and I naturally need to keep you company. How about this: if you lose, you will create for me an unbounded biochemical beast.â
âOhh,â Lin Liqiang used his finger to point up at Butler Hou. âI really thought you were being a grandfather on the motherâs side, watching his own grandson being beaten without any thought. So it turns outââ
âHaha....â Butler Hou nodded his head. âHow about it?â
âNot a problem.â Lin Liqiang frowned as he spoke. âBut there are two things I donât understand.â
âSpeak.â
âThe first. Even if you donât use Grandfather Songâs name, just by relying on your position, you should be able to ask for a top-notch biochemical beast if you were to go ask the Super Beast Group. Is there a need to bet with me?â
Butler Hou pointed at his head. âTheir thought processes are too stiff, far inferior to yours.â
âThe second. Iâm raising the bet with the biochemical beast, what about you?â
âIâll throw in the palm technique I created on my own. How about it?â
Lin Liqiangâs gaze changed. This was the self-created palm technique by the butler who always stuck to Song Wendongâs side. Even the Sacred Martial Hall would need to put down money if offered this technique.
âYou, sir, are...?â Lin Liqiang was a bit confused. If it was ten years in the future, a biochemical beast personally created by him might be of equal value to this palm technique. However, the value of such a biochemical beast was far from the value of Butler Houâs self-created palm technique.
âIt is nothing.â Butler Hou smiled. âIâll first pass on three palms to you. If you beat me in this bet, then Iâll pass on the entire set. Of course, this palm technique is yours once I pass it on to you. Whether or not you want to teach it to someone else, you have the complete freedom to do so. This old man wonât interfere with you.â
âOh...â Lin Liqiangâs eyes lit up.
âDonât think too crazily.â Butler Hou shook his head. âI didnât say anything. Iâm just making a bet with you.â
âHaha. It is as you say. A bet is a bet.â Lin Liqiang smiled endlessly as well. âThough I donât know why an old fellow like you, sir, has chosen to do things this way, I still thank you very much, sir.â