Chapter 114: Utterly Devoid of Conscience

Bai Feiyu sighed, his heart heavy with emotion as he listened to the young man.

He had presumed this youth, driven by ambition and the pursuit of cultivation, had left his young wife behind to seek a future at the Chixiao Sect, and was now taking this opportunity to visit her. It was a tragic tale, he thought—such a beautiful young couple, separated for years simply because the wife lacked the aptitude to enter the sect, finally having a chance to reunite. Bai Feiyu’s imagination painted a poignant picture, and he felt a genuine, aching sadness for their plight.

"Xiao Ai? You mean that wife of yours?" the old servant replied to the young master. "That wretch died after you left. Before she passed, she said that the poor shall never be slaves, and then she threw herself into a well."

The young man frowned at the news, then let out a cold snort. "Hmph. It was a blessing for a pauper like her to marry a master such as I, and yet she dared to commit suicide. I truly don't understand what that bitch was thinking. She should have realized that the life I provided was more than she could ever have dreamed of."

"Indeed, young master," the old servant chimed in quickly. "That little girl was always so bitter. She should have been grateful for the chance to climb the social ladder with you. So what if she was a little pretty? You have never lacked for beautiful women by your side..."

Just then, the old servant noticed a young man with a dark expression walking toward them.

"Who are you?" The young master looked at the distinguished-looking youth with hesitation. He did not recognize him. He had left home long ago, and this boy was clearly much younger; surely, he would have been but a child back then. How could they have any connection?

"How did Xiao Ai end up in your estate?" Bai Feiyu stared at the youth, his voice cold, his heart filled with absolute revulsion.

In his past life, Bai Feiyu had loathed nothing more than these pampered scions who snatched away the wives and daughters of others, only to discard them when they grew bored. Knowing that the girl had taken her own life because of this man, and seeing that the scion felt not a shred of remorse—treating the tragedy as if the victim were merely ungrateful—made Bai Feiyu feel sick.

The young master understood instantly. He smiled with amusement, looking at Bai Feiyu. "If I’m not mistaken, you must be Xiao Ai’s brother. What an imposing young man you’ve become. I never expected someone from your family’s meager background to possess the talent to become a cultivator and even qualify for the Sect Grand Tournament. It’s truly unexpected..."

"But tell you what, it doesn't matter; many in your village already know. When I was out training in the mountains, I saw Xiao Ai and simply took her as a slave. I hadn't even had my fill of her for long before I had to leave for the Chixiao Sect and was forced to abandon her. Who would have thought that the wretched slave, instead of being grateful to me, would jump into a well?"

"Sigh. Still, as her brother, what can you possibly do? Even if you have the qualifications to enter the tournament, in my eyes, you are still nothing but an ant!"

The young master’s eyes brimmed with undisguised contempt. He stood his ground, convinced that the boy could stir up no real trouble. His family was ancient and powerful; no matter how gifted this boy was, he could never shake the foundation of a house built over generations, backed by elders who were formidable powerhouses. This boy was destined to be nothing more than someone to be trampled upon.

Hearing this, Bai Feiyu’s rage ignited like a wildfire. He unleashed a Blazing Fist, striking toward the young man. He despised such people above all else.

*BOOM!*

Caught off guard, the young man was struck square in the chest. His expression shifted instantly. He had been wary of a sudden strike, but he hadn't expected such speed. He had assumed the boy was merely at the Haoqi Realm, perhaps the seventh or eighth level at best—no match for a Shackles Realm powerhouse like himself. He thought the boy was too naive to attempt a sneak attack, but he never anticipated such terrifying combat power. This single punch essentially crippled him.

"Young Master!" The old servant panicked, his eyes filling with fury as he looked at Bai Feiyu. "You lowly slave! How dare you strike our young master? You’ve grown tired of living!" He scrambled over, fawning over the youth as if he were his own father, checking his injuries with desperate concern.

"Old servant, attack! Destroy him! I want him dead today!" The young master, humiliated and severely injured by a nameless boy, was twisted with malice, his intent to kill palpable.

"What’s happening? Why are they fighting?"

"Didn't you hear? That gentleman is a disciple of a great family. He abducted this boy's sister and drove her to suicide. The boy has come for revenge."

"What a pity. He’s young and impulsive. If he had only been patient for a while, he could have had a bright future. Alas, those who provoke such families rarely meet a good end. If his sister knew, she would be heartbroken—it’s not easy for a family to produce such a gifted talent."

Onlookers shook their heads, sighing for Bai Feiyu. No matter how strong his combat power was, this was the Imperial Capital, the heart of the enemy's power. There was no defying fate here. Once the rest of that family arrived, the boy would surely suffer.

"Boy, name your sect," the old servant growled, his fangs bared now that he knew his master wouldn't immediately die. He asked only out of caution; such a strong fighter likely belonged to a sect of note, and even if they were to take him down, they couldn't simply kill him without considering the consequences.