Chapter 278: Chapter 278 If Tang Ruo is Still Alive
Wang Chengcuo left Huangyang County overnight.
Wang Wenqian had been following him since he was fifteen and, under his devoted guidance over the years, had grown into an expert of the Energy Transformation Realm Sixth Rank. In the younger generation of the Divine Continent Martial World, he held a respectable position and was his chosen successor.
Wang Chengcuo treated this disciple as if he were his own son and loved him deeply. If it were not so, he would not have personally followed him to seek vengeance for the deaths of his father and brother.
What he had never expected was that Yang Fei’s strength was so formidable that even he was not sure he could subdue him.
Now, his chosen successor had even been killed by Yang Fei right in front of him.
This was a huge embarrassment.
As a well-known figure in the Martial Arts World, Wang Chengcuo cared deeply about his reputation, which was why he took out his phone and started browsing the Martial Alliance forum as soon as he left.
He didn’t know if the other party would expose today’s events.
If it were to leak out, his lifetime of honorable reputation would be ruined in an instant.
If he couldn’t even protect his chosen successor, what kind of National Guardian Level warrior was he?
Most importantly, if the word got out, as Wang Wenqian’s master, how would others view him if he did not seek revenge?
But if he went after Yang Fei for revenge and didn’t have the certainty of killing the young man, and if the young man managed to escape, then the Wang Family members would suffer.
Since stepping into the Innate Realm and being titled a National Guardian Level warrior, Wang Chengcuo felt such distress and suffocation for the first time.
In the past, just mentioning his name, who in the Divine Continent Martial World would dare not to show respect, who would dare to provoke him?
But this time he had encountered a troublesome youth, who did not play by the rules, showed no respect, and even dared to threaten.
Thinking about what happened today, Wang Chengcuo felt a tightness in his chest and was infuriated.
He kept staring at the Martial Alliance forum, internally struggling, considering if news about this incident popped up in the forum, whether to have someone block the news.
With a restless heart, Wang Chengcuo clutched his phone for several hours.
Yet, the forum remained calm.
There was no leakage of any information about this incident.
He couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He was even silently grateful that the young man was not the type who liked to show off.
If it were any other young person, like his disciple Wang Wenqian, who had survived a battle with an Innate Realm expert, they would certainly boast about it, fearing others wouldn’t know.
Yang Fei did well not to brag about such an excellent opportunity to show off on the Martial Alliance forum.
This was for the best.
If today’s events remain unknown, even if Yang Fei and Zhu Tianshou speak out in the future, with his denial, no one would believe it.
As for the death of Wang Wenqian...
Thinking that Yang Fei had killed his beloved disciple right before his eyes, and he was powerless to stop it, Wang Chengcuo’s face flushed with shame and anger.
This grudge, this hatred, must be avenged if there’s a chance.
However, regarding the death of his disciple, he had to pretend to be unaware of it this time; as for his disciple seeking out Yang Fei for revenge and getting killed, that was his disciple’s own doing.
With this in mind, Wang Chengcuo’s mood calmed considerably.
As long as his reputation wasn’t too greatly damaged, it didn’t matter.
For people of the Martial Arts World, reputation matters more than life itself.
Matters of life and death are trivial, but reputation is critical.
For several days in a row, Wang Chengcuo intermittently checked his phone, keeping an eye on the news on the Martial Alliance forum.
Ultimately, none of this was ever exposed, as if it had never happened, and he completely relaxed and chose to conceal the matter.
...
Yang Fei stayed in Huangyang County for two more days.
He only called Qin Yanyang after the matter was resolved.
On the phone, he didn’t mention the incident with Wang Chengcuo and Wang Wenqian; he simply said that his uncle and Yang Hao got into a conflict at the construction site, and his uncle was hospitalized. He was coming back to pay a visit.
Qin Yanyang was immediately anxious upon hearing this, and said she would come over too. Yang Fei quickly explained that both his uncle and Yang Hao had minor injuries, nothing serious, and he even made a video call to let her see that her uncle’s injuries were not severe.
On the third day, Yang Fei returned to Binhai.
His aunt and Huang Qiaoqiao brought some local specialties for Qin Yanyang. When Yang Fei got back to the villa, it was dinner time, so he decided to cook a lavish dinner for Qin Yanyang, thinking about finding an opportunity to test Qin Yanyang’s "bottom line" in the evening.
Knowing the taste, many days had passed since his night with Tong Yunshu, and as a normal man, he dearly missed that experience.
Though Tong Yunshu told him to come to her whenever he thought of her, Yang Fei was striving to restrain himself, not daring to take that step.
It wasn’t that he was cowardly, but he felt doing so would be too unfair to Qin Yanyang.
He felt he must make an effort to conquer Qin Yanyang as a priority.
If the matter with Tong Yunshu came to light in the future, under unexplainable circumstances, as long as he and Qin Yanyang were true husband and wife, she would likely have a soft spot and wouldn’t truly want to leave him.
With a scheming heart, Yang Fei became even more attentive and proactive about conquering Qin Yanyang.
As he was busy in the kitchen, his phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, Yang Fei’s heart sank.
It was Li Xuanyu calling.
Upon answering, he indeed heard Li Xuanyu sniffing.
Yang Fei sighed softly, comforting her, "Sister Xuanyu, did your mother pass away?"
"Yes, Yang Fei, I’m so sad."
"I can understand your feelings at the moment, Sister Xuanyu, but everyone must eventually die. We, the living, must endeavor to live well, which is the greatest comfort to the deceased. I think your mother in heaven would also not want you to always be sad," Yang Fei comforted.
"Yes, I know, thank you Yang Fei. I am not that fragile, it’s just... just that my mother was the kindest family member to me. Now that she’s gone, no one will ever love and care for me like she did." Li Xuanyu said with a choked voice.
Yang Fei blurted out, "I care about you deeply too, Sister Xuanyu. You’ve helped me before and are my best friend. From now on, I’m here for you."
"Silly brother, making me tear up again. You have a wife now; you can’t cherish your sister like before," Li Xuanyu’s voice carried a deep sense of loss and helplessness.
Upon hearing this, Yang Fei fell silent.
Indeed, he genuinely cared for Li Xuanyu as family, sympathetic about her being alone from now on, but when Qin Yanyang was brought up, all he could do was remain silent.
Having a wife now, he indeed needed to maintain a proper distance from Sister Xuanyu from now on, to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings and trouble.
Yet, if he were to completely cut off contact with Li Xuanyu and disregard her life or death, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
After all, she had been a friend for years, and they had even been through life and death situations together.
"When is the funeral?" Yang Fei asked, pushing aside his tangled thoughts.
Li Xuanyu replied, "Tomorrow."
"Give me the location, I’ll come over tomorrow," Yang Fei said.
"Okay, thank you Yang Fei. I have to go now, see you tomorrow," Li Xuanyu said.
"Alright, remember not to be too sad. See you tomorrow," Yang Fei offered one last word of comfort before putting down the phone after Li Xuanyu hung up.
As a friend of Li Xuanyu, knowing her mother had passed away, he naturally had to go to the scene to offer comfort.
Meanwhile, on a private island in the United States, a handsome man with brown hair and blue eyes held a phone in one hand and a wine glass in the other, listening quietly.
His lips curled into an enchanting smile, his demeanor full of charm.
"Then book two tickets to Han City. It’s the funeral of an old friend’s mother; how could we not attend? Perhaps there will be unexpected gains as well," he said.
"Unexpected gains?" a puzzled voice came from the other end of the line.
The handsome man laughed, "Tang Ruo is still alive, she might show up too."