Chapter 331: Chapter 331: The Farmer and the Snake_1
Qin Feng strode forward and stopped in front of Qiao Changyu, with his hands in his pockets and a beaming smile, he asked, "Was that Turtle Fist you were using just now?"
Qiao Changyu, startled, retorted, "You know about Turtle Fist?"
"Of course! A bastard practices Turtle Fist, right?"
"You dare to curse me?"
"Curse you? What about it? You’re no good yourself, resorting to such lowly moves, trying to raid my nest and kill my little bird! Calling you an old bastard is me being polite."
"I’ll fight you to the death!"
Qiao Changyu prepared to gather his internal energy to use his killer move and fight Qin Feng desperately.
Qin Feng saw this and immediately laughed, cheerfully reminding, "If you recklessly use your True Qi against me again, not only will you not hit me, but your Dantian will explode."
"Nonsense!" Qiao Changyu didn’t believe what Qin Feng said.
But when he tried to channel the True Qi from his Dantian to his palms, his Ren meridian felt like it was tied in a dead knot, the True Qi just couldn’t get through and even started to accumulate more and more. Eventually, the True Qi began to flow back into the Dantian.
Seeing Qiao Changyu’s face turning red from holding it in, Qin Feng, grinning, asked, "How is it, is your Ren meridian clogged? When I said earlier that you could live for at most ten days to half a month, you didn’t think I was joking with you again, did you? What I said was all true!"
The True Qi flowing back into the Dantian inflated it like a balloon. If the Dantian really exploded, not only would the Grandmaster’s cultivation be gone, but his own life would also be at risk.
Realizing something was terribly wrong, Qiao Changyu, to be on the safe side, hastily stopped his cultivation. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop it.
Qin Feng walked over with his hands still in his pockets and asked, "Need my help?"
"You’re just a fifth-rank martial master, how can you help me?" Qiao Changyu didn’t believe it.
He hadn’t understood before, he was a formidable fourth-rank Grandmaster, how could he have been unable to beat a fifth-rank martial master?
Now he understood that there was something wrong with his body, making his combat power worse than even a fifth-rank martial master.
"Certainly," Qin Feng nodded and said, "However, I won’t help for nothing, and I’m not interested in making you eat dog poop again. I can help you, but from now on, you’ll be my underling, and you’ll follow my orders. If I tell you to go east, you can’t go west!"
Having dealt with the Loyal Sect for so long, Qin Feng had basically figured out the situation. The Loyal Sect was a mix of all sorts, with all kinds of people, each harboring their own schemes.
Therefore, Qin Feng planned to use whoever was useful and get rid of the rest directly.
Qiao Changyu, this old fellow, was a fourth-rank Grandmaster, and currently, the toughest opponent Qin Feng had encountered. Therefore, Qin Feng planned to take this old underling under his wing.
Qin Feng’s words shocked Qiao Changyu, who couldn’t believe it and asked, "You want me to become your underling?"
"It’s not that I want to, I’m just giving you an opportunity. If you’re willing to be my underling, I can save you. If you’re not willing, then it’s up to you to live or die!"
After a pause, Qin Feng continued, "I’ll remind you out of goodwill that at the rate your Dantian is going, it can last for at most the time it takes an incense stick to burn. After that, your Dantian will explode outright! If you really wait until then, even I won’t be able to save you."
Having said that, Qin Feng was about to walk away.
"Wait!" Qiao Changyu called out to him, saying, "If you can really save me, I agree to be your underling!"
Qiao Changyu agreed verbally, but his heart wasn’t in it. He thought, as soon as Qin Feng saved him, he would turn around and kill him immediately!
A dignified fourth-rank Grandmaster, the Southern Protector of the Loyal Sect, becoming the underling of a mere fifth-rank martial master.
If word got out about this, where would Qiao Changyu put his face?
Qin Feng knew that Qiao Changyu wasn’t sincere in his agreement, and he also knew that after he saved him, this old fox was very likely to play the role of the farmer and the viper. But Qin Feng didn’t care.
Since he had decided to take Qiao Changyu as an underling, he naturally had to bring him under complete control. Offering to treat Qiao Changyu, Qin Feng intended to plant a time bomb in his body, to put a Tight-Binding Spell on him.
In the future, as long as Qiao Changyu dared to disobey, Qin Feng could use that Tight-Binding Spell to deal with him!
Qin Feng walked behind Qiao Changyu and reminded, "I’m about to start treating you, are you ready?"
Without waiting for Qiao Changyu to reply, Qin Feng lifted his leg and kicked Qiao Changyu’s butt, sending him flying face-first into the ground.
Luckily, this time, there wasn’t any poop in front of Qiao Changyu, just mud. As a result, he got a mouthful of mud.
After recovering from the shock, Qiao Changyu cursed furiously, "Are you playing around with me?"
Right after he finished cursing, he let out an extended and smelly fart.
"Pfft..."
After releasing it, he found that the True Qi inside his body no longer backflowed into his Dantian, and the blockage in his Ren meridian seemed to have eased slightly, not as desperately clogged as before.
A sudden kick to his own butt, was this the kid’s treatment?
It sounded fanciful but was undeniably effective.
