"Why hasn't Mei'er come back yet? At such a time, she's still running out!" Yang Buhuo exclaimed anxiously.

Five of the twelve hours have already passed. Seeing the Soul Bone is about to act up, Yang Meier still dared to run out, as if she doesn't care about her life at all.

"It was hard to invite Lord Feng here. If Lord Feng comes and doesn't see her, what on earth can be healed? Who let her out? This elder will break his legs!" Yang Buhuo angrily rebuked, his face extremely dark.

"I let her out. Does the Grand Elder want to break my legs?" From the main seat, Palace Master Yang Tianya responded irritably.

"Palace Master?" Yang Buhuo was taken aback and looked at Yang Tianya in confusion.

Yang Tianya sighed softly, saying, "Mei'er said Lord Feng may not be able to save her. She hopes to leave happily without any regrets. I couldn't think of a reason to refuse her."

"..." Yang Buhuo couldn't help but shed tears, feeling extremely sad.

"Palace Master, Grandpa, I'm back." Just then, Yang Meier's lighthearted voice came from outside the hall.

"It's good that you're back, good that you're back." Yang Buhuo wiped away his tears and smiled, feeling deeply sorry for his granddaughter.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Seeing the tears in Yang Buhuo's old eyes, Yang Meier asked with concern.

"Grandpa is happy. Lord Feng will definitely be able to heal Mei'er," Yang Buhuo replied with a smile.

Yang Meier smiled happily, knowing her situation with the Soul Bone very well, she held no hope at all.

Yang Buhuo quickly said, "Mei'er, get ready. Lord Feng will arrive soon. He must have a way to save you."

Meanwhile, Feng Wuchen had already arrived at Shuiyun Palace.

A disciple was leading Feng Wuchen towards the main hall.

"The strength of Shuiyun Palace is quite ordinary, but compared to the nearby forces and families, it's already considered strong." Feng Wuchen thought to himself.

While passing through the plaza, Feng Wuchen saw someone he didn't want to see, who approached with a sinister smile.

"Could this kid be the young master of Shuiyun Palace?" Recalling Yang Wei's claim to be the young master and now meeting him at Shuiyun Palace, Feng Wuchen had guessed Yang Wei's identity, feeling extremely helpless.

"Young master!" The disciple respectfully greeted.

Yang Wei glared at Feng Wuchen viciously and mocked, "You fool, I was just thinking of sending someone to find you, and you delivered yourself to my doorstep."

"It seems I've come to the wrong place." Feng Wuchen smiled faintly.

Seeing Yang Wei's expression, the disciple hurriedly said, "Young master, this is the grand elder..."

"Get out of the way!" Yang Wei thundered, glaring fiercely, frightening the disciple into immediate silence.

Yang Wei hadn't thought about why Feng Wuchen came to Shuiyun Palace, nor about who might be receiving him.

"Last time you got lucky, now that you've come to the territory of this young master, I wonder who can save you!" Yang Wei sneered triumphantly.

"Young master, do you have a grudge against him? I can help you teach him a lesson!" Around the plaza, over a dozen disciples surrounded them.

"Break his legs!" Yang Wei coldly laughed.

The dozen or so disciples looked at Feng Wuchen with mocking faces, like starving wolves that hadn't eaten for days.

"Chen Shao, with your current Four-Star Divine General's cultivation, you are no match for them." Tian Sha's voice came through.

The dozen disciples all had cultivation levels above Five-Star Divine General.

"So what?" Feng Wuchen faced them without fear.

Just as the dozen disciples rushed at him fiercely, Feng Wuchen immediately used teleportation.

"Whizz!"

In the blink of an eye, Feng Wuchen appeared before Yang Wei, his wrist clasping Yang Wei's throat.

"What?" Yang Wei was shocked, trying to break free, but found Feng Wuchen's strength both aggressive and overwhelming, utterly irresistible.

The dozen disciples were completely oblivious, wide-eyed with confusion, unable to figure out where Feng Wuchen had gone. It wasn't until Yang Wei's exclamation that they realized.

"Such terrifying speed, how did he..."

"How is this possible? Not even sensing when he acted!"

"Too fast! Completely imperceptible! What's his cultivation?"

The dozen disciples were extremely shocked.

"Slap!"

Feng Wuchen slapped Yang Wei's cheek with his other hand, delivering a crisp sound that left Yang Wei stunned.

The dozen disciples were immediately startled awake, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit a fist.

"You bastard! How dare you hit me!" Yang Wei roared furiously, humiliated and enraged.

"You're exactly the one I wanted to hit! Teaching you how to behave!" Feng Wuchen said coldly.

"Slap slap slap!"

Feng Wuchen mercilessly slapped Yang Wei's face, leaving him dizzy and bleeding from the corners of his mouth, thoroughly stunned.

The dozen disciples reflexively covered their faces in fear, sweat pouring down.

"What are you standing around for? Kill him! Kill him!" Yang Wei, his face burning with pain, roared crazily.

"Quickly report to the Palace Master and the elders!" a disciple exclaimed in panic.

No need to report, Yang Tianya, Yang Buhuo, and the others had already arrived upon hearing the commotion.

"Palace Master, elders, the young master was beaten! It's him!" a disciple shouted nervously, pointing at Feng Wuchen.

"Stop at once, you brat!" Second Elder Yang Gou thundered, his fierce killing intent bursting forth as he prepared to charge.

"Lord Feng?" Yang Buhuo exclaimed, his face full of surprise.

"Lord Feng?" Yang Tianya was shocked, looking at Feng Wuchen in disbelief.

"He's Lord Feng?" Yang Gou and the Third Elder were also stunned, completely baffled by what was happening.

"You... you are Lord Feng?" Yang Wei looked at Feng Wuchen, shocked.

Feng Wuchen flung his hand, tossing Yang Wei aside like he was garbage.

Yang Gou's face darkened as he said, "Lord Feng, you went too far hitting the young master of Shuiyun Palace, don't you think?"

"Too far?" Feng Wuchen glanced coldly at Yang Gou and replied, "I came to Shuiyun Palace with good intentions to save someone, but your young master wanted to break my leg and kill me. Who exactly is going too far?"

"The young master couldn't have wanted to break your leg for no reason." The Third Elder said solemnly.

"You should ask him about that. I don't need to say what kind of person he is, do I?" Feng Wuchen sneered, full of disdain.

"You!" Yang Gou's face twitched, but he was left speechless.

"Forget it, I didn't come here to be insulted. Since I'm not welcome, I'll leave." Feng Wuchen turned to leave without hesitation.

"Lord Feng, please wait!" Yang Buhuo panicked, quickly shouting, "Yang Gou! Control your grandson! If my granddaughter can't be saved, I'll never be done with you!"

"Lord Feng, this must be Yang Wei's fault. Shuiyun Palace has no intention of rejecting anyone. Please forgive us." Palace Master Yang Tianya swiftly spoke up.

Yang Tianya knew very well what kind of person Yang Wei was, and he could guess without asking that Yang Wei was to blame.

"Lord Feng, there's not much time left. Please, I beg you to save Mei'er." Yang Buhuo pleaded.

"Is it you?" At that moment, Yang Meier came out from a palace and was surprised to see Feng Wuchen.

"Mei'er, do you know Lord Feng?" Yang Buhuo asked in amazement.

"So it's you." Feng Wuchen smiled, not expecting the person he came to save to be the beautiful woman who had saved him twice.

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