'What's going on?' Lou Yi was filled with doubts, could it be that the descendants of the Feng Family encountered something evil.

"Jingjing." At this moment, a deep voice came from outside the courtyard door.

"Papa!" The little girl's eyes lit up, she immediately tossed the laundry she hadn't finished scrubbing back into the wooden basin, shaking her hands full of water droplets, and skipped towards the courtyard door.

The girl struggled to pull open the door bolt, letting a middle-aged man enter.

The man was dressed in a short tunic, with his chest bare, revealing a lean, bronze-colored body, his shoes had holes, and his pants were torn, exuding an air of poverty.

And his appearance was even more strange, with an oval-shaped red tumor on his chin, combined with his round head, he looked like an inverted gourd.

Yet the total Qi-Blood contained in this tumor was so vast it surprised Lou Yi, it was not inferior to the top Full Cycle Circulation Martial Artists, possibly even exceeding them!

But in all other areas of his body, the Qi-Blood intensity was extremely normal, and from observing his walking posture and breathing, Lou Yi could confirm the man had never learned martial arts.

'The current descendant of the Feng Family, Feng Heguang.' The man's name flashed through Lou Yi's mind, found in the household register of the City Lord's Mansion.

'Why do both the father and daughter of the Feng Family have strange tumors containing a large amount of Qi-Blood? Is it a coincidence, or...' Lou Yi thought rapidly in his mind.

His mind continued to focus on the father and daughter below, hoping to gather more information.

The Feng family's father and daughter were completely unaware of Lou Yi standing openly on their rooftop, using his Disguise Talent.

"Jingjing, I brought you something nice." The ugly-looking Feng Heguang took out a crumpled but clean black cloth from his bosom.

Opening the black cloth, inside lay two slightly deformed green buns.

"They are vegetable juice buns!" The little girl named 'Jingjing' had her eyes light up.

She received one of the buns passed over by her father and began to gobble it down ravenously.

But after finishing one, although she looked eagerly at the second, she said, "I'm full, Papa, you need to work, you eat."

"Papa is already full." A loving glow flashed in Feng Heguang's eyes as he tried to give the bun to his daughter.

"No, I'm not hungry."

The father and daughter altruistically offered the bun to each other for quite some time before they finally each had half.

"Did anyone from the Overlord Saber gang knock today?"

"They came in the morning. I didn't make a sound, they left after a while."

"Damn it..." A trace of anger flashed across Feng Heguang's face.

He originally wanted to curse but seeing his daughter's clear and pure eyes, he held back from saying it aloud.

"Jingjing, remember, unless you hear Papa's voice, you mustn't open the door for anyone!" Feng Heguang warned sternly.

"Hmm!" The little girl nodded enthusiastically like pounding garlic.

Having said that, Feng Heguang went to a corner of the courtyard, picked up an axe, and began chopping wood.

'Crack!'

'Crack!'

'Crack!'

He chopped wood with fluent actions, each strike was successful, splitting the logs into nearly equal halves with smooth surfaces and hardly any burrs.

For a moment, Lou Yi seemed to see how he himself worked hard to survive when he first came to this world.

Shaking his head, Lou Yi's figure vanished from the rooftop.

'Knock knock knock!'

'Knock knock knock!'

The next moment, hurried knocking came from outside the courtyard door.

"Who?" Feng Heguang's face changed, grabbing the axe, he walked towards the door.

"Is anyone there?"

"Who are you?"

"I come from the Corpse-Driving Sect, specifically to meet the descendants of Brother Feng Jiuyue."

"The Corpse-Driving Sect?"

Feng Heguang opened the wooden door a crack and saw a young daoist in a gray Daoist Robe with a distinguished look, seeming not like a bad person, easing his worries slightly.

"The Corpse-Driving Sect... isn't that a celestial sect of our country? As for Feng Jiuyue... that seems to be my great-grandfather's name, he passed away over a hundred years ago..." Feng Heguang frowned, sensing the complexity of the matter.

"Daoist, please come in!" Feng Heguang invited Lou Yi in, offering him a bowl of clear water with a somewhat uneasy expression, "The family is indeed impoverished, I can only offer water for the Daoist, please don't mind."

"It's alright." Lou Yi's face was natural, he drank the water in one go from the chipped porcelain bowl in his hand.

"Daoist, what brings you here?" Feng Heguang asked.

"I've heard that the Feng Family has supreme martial arts skills..."

Before Lou Yi could finish, Feng Heguang's face had already changed dramatically, shaking his head loudly, "Daoist, where did you hear such rumors? My Feng Family has never had any Supreme Divine Skill, our ancestor was a remarkably talented martial artist back then, that's all.

If there were any secret skills, how could I have ended up in such a state!"

"Is that so?" Lou Yi's expression remained unchanged, his gaze swept over the cluttered courtyard of the Feng Family, continuing, "If the Feng Family truly has secret skills, I can offer a hundred gold pieces for them."

He spread his hand, and the next moment, a gold ingot appeared in his palm out of nowhere, shining brightly.

"Wow!" Feng Heguang's daughter Jingjing, who had been silent on the side, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Feng Heguang's pupils also shrunk suddenly.

"If Brother Feng is not interested in this gold, you can tell me anything else you want." Lou Yi looked at him seriously, "Even if there are troubles, I can help solve them."

"Daoist, you joke, even if there were martial arts in the family, they've been lost by my generation, I'm afraid you've made this trip for nothing." Feng Heguang still firmly shook his head and denied it.

"Think it over, you can find me at the Yuelai Inn." Lou Yi gave Feng Heguang a deep look before turning around to leave, without any hesitation.

Feng Heguang watched Lou Yi walk away, disappearing gradually from his line of sight before he finally slammed the wooden door shut with a 'bang'.

"Papa, does our family really have martial arts secret skills?" The little girl couldn't resist asking.

"No." Feng Heguang shook his head, "It's all made up by those bad people, don't believe it."

"Hmm!" The little girl Jingjing nodded strongly in agreement.

"Darn secret skills, harmful things..." Feng Heguang couldn't help but touch the tumor on his chin, a flash of hatred in his eyes, then he muttered, looking at the unassuming bulge on his daughter's back, "Soon, soon..."

After chopping wood for a while, he left the house, instructing his daughter to bolt the door and never let strangers in.

Feng Heguang kept walking eastward until he arrived at the docks of Le City.

The docks were quite lively at this time.

A group of laborers with bare upper bodies were busy transporting goods, with a stern-looking supervisor wielding a whip, his gaze sharp like a hawk.

"Quick, work faster, the Cao Family is waiting for the goods!"

"Have you all not eaten or what, don't get caught loafing around, or you'll pack up and get out!"

"Sigh, this box is too heavy... Hey, here comes Tumor Feng, he's strong, let him carry it!"

Feng Heguang's arrival at the docks immediately attracted many people's attention.

However, there was no respect in their eyes, only mockery and jokes, shouting 'Tumor', 'Meatball', 'Monster'.

Feng Heguang remained expressionless, long accustomed to such treatment.

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