TFWYH – Chapter 813 He was beaten into submission

There wasn’t the slightest exaggeration in what he had said.

After all, just look at how he had attained his martial arts.

The moment Murong Hong thought back to those days, his teeth began to ache from embarrassment.

What proud man would willingly live under the thumb of a group of women?

When he was young, he had refused to accept it. So whenever he had free time, he would run into the palace to provoke the Dark Phoenix Guards.

The result went without saying.

He was utterly crushed by those women.

Beaten black and blue, time after time.

The worst incident was when the Dark Phoenix Commander personally stepped in.

She beat him so badly…

…he was practically unrecognizable.

He had been on the verge of death.

His own mother had even prepared a funeral hall for him!

After surviving that ordeal, he finally learned his lesson.

He stopped provoking the Dark Phoenix Guards and instead became exceptionally courteous toward them.

Better yet, he pestered the Dark Phoenix Commander every single day, begging her to teach him martial arts.

Rolling on the ground, acting cute, shamelessly clinging to her, pestering her endlessly—he had used every trick imaginable.

He had even spent a fortune bribing the Commander with gifts.

In the end, worn down by his relentless persistence, the Commander finally relented and taught him a set of internal cultivation techniques.

At the time, his plan had been perfect.

First, learn their martial arts.

Then use what he’d learned to beat them at their own game.

The result…

Forget it.

He had nearly been beaten to death again.

Those women of Feng Kingdom all seemed like genetic mutants.

Each one was fiercer than most men.

There was no way he dared provoke them anymore.

Eventually, he came to terms with reality.

The strong ruled the weak.

If you were stronger than him, he’d acknowledge it.

That was right.

He had literally been beaten into submission by those women.

“So, if the heads of the Ten Great Clans are only on the level of the Jin and Bai Clan heads, then I have absolutely nothing to fear!” Murong Hong declared confidently.

After all, they weren’t his fellow countrymen, nor did they have anything to do with the Spirit Clan.

He could beat them up without holding back.

“Father-in-law’s martial arts are truly extraordinary. I deeply admire them,” Ling Yu praised with a smile.

In truth, however, he felt somewhat uneasy.

In his previous life, after Tang Wan had died, Murong Hong’s family had never come to cause trouble.

If they had…

Ling Yu suspected he wouldn’t have lived long enough to see another day.

What he didn’t know was that it wasn’t because Murong Hong hadn’t wanted to come.

Rather, Ling Ke had noticed that the Imperial Daughter Star had dimmed, divined that Tang Wan would suffer a bloody calamity, and personally rushed over.

Unfortunately…

He was still one step too late.

Not only had Tang Wan died, but Madam Jiang had hastily buried her, and by the time they arrived, even her body had already begun to decompose.

Sensing Ling Yu’s discomfort, Tang Wan deliberately changed the subject.

“Father, I’ll be supervising the renovations at Yulin Manor over the next few days. Once you’ve recovered from your injuries, I’ll take you there so you can have a good look around.”

“Sounds good!” Murong Hong laughed heartily. “I’d like to see just how magnificent an imperial estate of your Heavenly Dynasty really is! Hahaha…”

“Big Brother, Sister-in-law, Eunuch Wan has arrived!” Ling Chen’s voice came from outside.

The three of them had no choice but to end their conversation.

The young couple called Ling Chen inside to keep Murong Hong company before heading out.

Ling Chen leaned against the bedside, smiling brightly as he stared at Murong Hong.

The prolonged gaze made Murong Hong’s scalp tingle.

He had a bad feeling the kid was up to something.

“What? What are you staring at me like that for?”

“Nothing… I just want to…” Ling Chen grinned sheepishly. “Become your disciple.”

Before Murong Hong could react, Ling Chen dropped to his knees with a loud thud.

Murong Hong jumped in surprise.

“You little rascal! There’s no need for such a grand gesture. Hurry and get up.”

“No!”

Ling Chen remained kneeling upright, his expression unusually earnest.

“When you ask someone to become your master, you have to perform the proper ceremony. I know that.”

“Uncle Hong, you’re going to open a martial arts academy anyway. When that happens, I’ll be your very first disciple. I’ll have to perform this ceremony sooner or later.”

“I just wanted to ask… could you start giving me some guidance now?”

“The Military Champion Examination is about to begin. I’m afraid I won’t be able to wait until the academy officially opens.”

“I know you’re injured. I won’t disturb your rest.”

“You only need to watch me practice my forms whenever you’re awake and point out my mistakes.”

After speaking, Ling Chen took out two silver ingots and respectfully offered them forward.

“This is my tuition fee, Master. Please accept it.”