Urban All-Round Master

"You’ll have to ask your daughter about that, after all, she’s the one who brought me back." Faced with the doubts of the National Guardian Martial God, Lin Zifeng could tell that the man in front of him was probably suspicious of him.

After all, his background was still quite mysterious, at least they hadn’t figured out his full story yet. Especially since the National Guardian Martial God doted on his daughter so much, for her safety, he would inevitably want to know Lin Zifeng’s origins and identity.

Earlier, he also asked his daughter about his identity and background, but almost every question she couldn’t answer. All she knew was that she rescued him from the Demon Beast Forest.

Knowing he came from the Demon Beast Forest, the National Guardian Martial God was infuriated, nearly enough to slap his daughter dead. She brought him home without knowing if he was a high-level Demon Beast. If he turned out to be a high-level Demon Beast in human form, not only would the entire Marquis Mansion suffer, but even the Lianyun Empire wouldn’t be at peace.

"Father, haven’t I told you everything? Do you still doubt his identity?" Dongfang Xiaofeng was unhappy. Her father kept asking repeatedly, which annoyed her. It was just saving an injured person, nothing significant.

"I..."

The poor National Guardian Martial God felt extremely aggrieved. His daughter saved someone without any clarity, and now he lacked the authority to intervene, feeling utterly discomforted.

However... he really didn’t sense any elemental power fluctuations from Lin Zifeng. Was it possible he wasn’t a cultivator?

It shouldn’t be. How could an ordinary person survive the Demon Beast Forest? Most importantly, according to Dongfang Xiaofeng, when he was found, he was covered in blood, stained with blood. How could an ordinary person, without Daoist Technique, enter the Demon Beast Forest and end up so bloodied?

This left the National Guardian Martial God Dongfang Haoxuan puzzled.

"Do you know how you entered the Demon Beast Forest, young man?" Dongfang Haoxuan felt that if he didn’t clarify this, he’d always have some unease.

Like having dirt left uncleaned.

Faced with Dongfang Haoxuan’s question, Lin Zifeng was also at a loss for words. He couldn’t exactly say he came from the Mortal World. Besides, he didn’t really know how he ended up here.

Actually... if it weren’t for the Dark Prison’s existence, perhaps the Third Parallel Universe and the Mortal World would be a perfect passageway. But this perfect passage was only accessible to powerful cultivators, as ordinary people couldn’t enter the Dark Prison.

"Uh... to be honest, I don’t know why I was in what you call the Demon Beast Forest. The last thing I remember is being chased by a huge bird, and then I was so hungry I couldn’t bear it and killed the bird to eat it. After that, I found myself here. That’s all I know. If you don’t believe me, I have no other way."

Lin Zifeng shrugged, spreading his hands and telling the truth, just omitting the details of where he came from.

"So, you’re familiar with Daoist Technique?" The National Guardian Martial God frowned. Surviving and killing a demon beast in the Demon Beast Forest is something not achievable by ordinary people.

"Daoist Technique? What’s that?" Lin Zifeng was stunned. What Daoist Technique?

Hearing this, Dongfang Haoxuan became even more frustrated, more curious, and skeptical of Lin Zifeng. How could a cultivator who doesn’t know Daoist Technique survive in the Demon Beast Forest? Let alone kill a supposed large bird to survive.

And eat the large bird so casually, was he joking?

Clearly, the young man in front of him was full of contradictions, causing the typically hot-tempered National Guardian Martial God to take a deep breath.

Kid, do you think you can fool my daughter and also fool me?

Dongfang Haoxuan’s eyes suddenly became incredibly sharp.

Lin Zifeng could naturally sense the change in his gaze, smiled, and said, "I really have no idea what this supposed Daoist Technique is."

"Oh? Really?" Dongfang Haoxuan coldly chuckled twice, smiled, and said, "Then, young brother, could you spar with me for a few moves?"

Saying this, the National Guardian Martial God stood up.

"Father!"

Dongfang Xiaofeng immediately got nervous, knowing that her father was the National Guardian Martial God! A cultivator at the Peak Stage of a Sub-Saint, an opponent Lin Zifeng could never defeat.

"Father, it’s clear you’re bullying Lin Zifeng. He already said he doesn’t know Daoist Technique. Why would you want to spar with him?"

The little girl pouted, and this act of acting spoiled even softened the cold-hearted National Guardian Martial God. Back in the day, the National Guardian Martial God was obsessed with Daoist Techniques, later went to battle, and had no heart for family matters. His wife died of illness, and he came back knowing nothing. Perhaps out of guilt, he treated his two daughters exceptionally well, wishing to compensate for the lacking fatherly love and his feelings for his wife.

"If the senior wishes to spar, I can accompany him." Lin Zifeng wasn’t modest. Since the man wanted to play, why not play along?

The Daoist Technique mentioned, to Lin Zifeng, was a new term. Although there were cultivators in the Mortal World, they weren’t true cultivators and might be vastly different from those in this world.

He was curious about how powerful the cultivators in this world were, and with curiosity, he decided to compare with this National Guardian Martial God, to verify what his strength as a Saint in this world really meant.

During his time in the Dark Prison, he heard that cultivators from the Third Parallel Universe were generally stronger than those from the Mortal World, but he didn’t know to what extent and was eager to find out.

"See, it’s not me bullying him." Dongfang Haoxuan was surprised. He thought to take this opportunity to teach him a lesson, assuming he would refuse out of fear, but he agreed.

Even Dongfang Xiaofeng beside him dropped her jaw in shock, looking at him as if he were a monster.

"I wonder how the senior wants to try?" Lin Zifeng smiled brightly at him.

Dongfang Haoxuan’s aura was unusual, carrying an irresistible authority. But Lin Zifeng could see that his cultivation was only at the Peak Stage of a Sub-Saint.

This puzzled him. A National Guardian Level Martial God was only a Sub-Saint? Could it be that Sub-Saints in this world are much stronger than those in the Mortal World? Or could it be that a Saint Realm cultivator like himself might only slay a few large birds?

"Haha, you’re younger, so you should strike first." Dongfang Haoxuan narrowed his eyes with a strange smile, signaling his daughter to step back a little.

"Very well. Then I shall be bold." Lin Zifeng cupped his hands and bent his body.

Suddenly!

Lin Zifeng’s eyes flashed sharply, he suddenly raised his head, and his punch was swift as lightning, striking towards the National Guardian Martial God’s nose. Unexpectedly, with a crack!

The National Guardian Martial God standing opposite Lin Zifeng had his nose crooked by Lin Zifeng’s punch, blood splattering. Lin Zifeng watched as Dongfang Haoxuan’s nosebleed trickled down his lips...

"..."

Suffering this punch, Dongfang Haoxuan glared, his eyes bulging like bells, glaring at Lin Zifeng with an angry face, desiring to kill him!

Even Dongfang Xiaofeng beside him was so shocked that her jaw nearly dropped...

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