Chapter Eleven: The Martial Arts Contest for a Bride

Naturally, the speaker was Qin Feng.

However, when everyone turned to the source of the voice and saw that it was the frail Qin Feng who had stepped forward, they were first surprised, then could only smile bitterly and shake their heads.

Had it really come to this for the Qin family’s younger generation, that a so-called good-for-nothing had to stand up for them?

Bitter as it was, such was reality.

Even so, most of those present no longer looked at Qin Feng with the same disdain as before. Instead, their gazes carried a hint of approval.

His strength might fall short, but he had not lost courage or conviction.

This was the bearing expected of a member of the Qin family.

Therefore, for Qin Feng to step out at this moment, his courage alone was enough to earn the recognition of his kin.

“Qin Feng, don’t be reckless! Ye Wuyin is at the ninth tier of Mortal Steel. You’re… not his match!”

Qin Siming looked at Qin Feng’s rather thin frame and sighed helplessly, persuading him. In truth, what he wanted to say was: you’re only at the fourth tier of Mortal Steel. Even if you managed to defeat Qin Yuanji with some clever trick, you are no match for Ye Wuyin. While he believed Qin Feng was acting on impulse, the determination etched on Qin Feng’s face filled Qin Siming with comfort.

After all, the two of them were both direct disciples, and shared the same grandfather.

Qin Siming was the son of the eldest, Qin Xiaolian, and was fairly closely related to Qin Feng. Seeing Qin Feng display such unyielding spirit, he could not help but feel gratified.

This was the pride of the direct descendants of the Qin family.

Under the doubting gazes of the crowd, Qin Feng offered no further explanation. Instead, with all eyes upon him, he strode through the throng and stood before Qin Ba, meeting his gaze directly with an icy, murderous glint in his eyes. He asked coldly, “Tell me, where is Ye Wuyin?”

That look again!

It brimmed with killing intent and a bloodthirsty chill that seemed to pierce right through to the soul, making Qin Ba feel as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, his body shivering.

This was not the first time Qin Ba had encountered such an intense aura from Qin Feng. The youth before him, about his own age, was cloaked in mystery. Only a few days prior, he had mercilessly trampled on this youth’s dignity. Yet today, when all the disciples of the Qin family were at a loss, it was this very youth who stood up, resolute and unwavering, even offering to reclaim the honor Qin Ba himself had lost.

In that instant, Qin Ba fell silent, a swirl of indescribable emotions welling up in his heart.

His nose stung, but he forced back the tears.

Perhaps—

Perhaps Qin Feng truly could do it!

At this moment, Qin Ba made a different choice than the others—he chose to believe in Qin Feng!

Clenching his teeth, a sliver of hope flickered on Qin Ba’s ashen face. For the first time, he opened his mouth and replied, “The Huo family—Huo Siyen!”

Although Qin Ba’s answer seemed a little off-topic, as soon as the words left his lips, everyone present understood the situation.

Qin Feng fell into deep thought.

Huo Siyen—a name known to all!

Even someone as reclusive as Qin Feng had heard a little about her.

She was the eldest daughter of the Huo family in Luoyang Town, and widely acknowledged as the most outstanding among the younger generation of her family. The Huo family was not a clan of body cultivators, nor did they possess any ancient heritage. They were a newly risen power in Luoyang Town, emerging in the last few decades, and their training system was rather eclectic, with both body and spell cultivators.

Yet, being merely the strongest among the Huo family’s younger generation was not enough to draw the covetous eyes of Qin Ba and his companions. The root of today’s events, it seemed, was largely due to Huo Siyen’s famed beauty.

Huo Siyen was not only the acknowledged number one among the Huo family’s juniors, but also the unrivaled beauty of Luoyang Town.

How beautiful was she? Qin Feng had not seen her with his own eyes, but her reputation had swept through every corner of Luoyang Town, even reaching his ears. The more outstanding young men among the Qin family had been fortunate enough to see her a few times, and had long been captivated.

In just a few days, Huo Siyen would turn eighteen. Months ago, her family had already announced that they would host a public martial contest to choose a husband for their eldest daughter.

The Huo family, with shallow roots, likely hoped to ally themselves with a powerful clan to secure their position in Luoyang Town.

The town’s first beauty, seeking a husband by public contest—such news was monumental. It spread like wildfire through Luoyang Town, and even the relatively isolated Qin Feng knew something of it.

Therefore, Qin Ba’s reply was as good as revealing both the nature and location of the matter.

Now that he knew where to go, Qin Feng wasted no time. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the green stone beneath his feet splintered with cracks. In the next instant, he sprang up, leaping out of the training grounds. In a few swift bounds, he had vanished beyond the Qin family gates.

Qin Feng’s decisive action left everyone momentarily stunned.

By the time they registered what had happened, his figure had already disappeared—he was heading for the Huo family, without a doubt.

“Let’s go and see for ourselves,” Qin Siming was the first to collect himself. But first, his gaze fell on the spot where Qin Feng had stood. Upon seeing the shattered stone, his eyes narrowed sharply.

“This boy is not simple at all!”

Qin Feng had gone alone, which made him uneasy. Quickly, he called a few trusted brothers to follow.

As soon as Qin Siming moved, most of the Qin family disciples surged out after him.

This time, the entire younger generation of the Qin family was moving as one. Each heart burned with fierce resolve—how could they let Qin Feng face it alone?

In the blink of an eye, the once-crowded training ground was all but empty, save for a few who stayed behind on Qin Siming’s explicit orders to care for the wounded, including Qin Ba.

But how could Qin Ba, the leading talent among the younger generation, be content with that? Watching the others stream towards the Huo family, he gritted his teeth, forced himself to his feet despite his injuries, and, with the help of two juniors, hobbled in the same direction.

Qin Luo was anxious as well and simply threw himself onto another’s back, demanding to be carried to the Huo family.

Thus, the Qin family’s younger generation marched out in force, a mighty spectacle.

Situated in the most prosperous district of Luoyang Town, the Qin family’s movements could hardly escape the notice of other powers. Sensing something major was afoot, many hurried home to report.

The Huo family residence was not far—Luoyang Town was small, and Qin Feng was no ordinary man. With a few leaps, he had already covered several hundred meters and soon arrived at the Huo family gates.

A grand scene unfolded before his eyes.

As expected, the Huo family had spared no expense for this momentous occasion—the selection of a son-in-law for their beloved granddaughter. The scale was far beyond what Qin Feng had imagined.

What a lavish display!

A massive martial stage had been constructed before the Huo family’s doors, flanked by a sprawling plaza capable of holding thousands. At this moment, the plaza was packed with an enthusiastic crowd, all chanting the name of one man—the youth in white standing atop the stage.

He was at the height of his fame, dazzling beyond compare.

The first among the younger generation of the White Tiger Bloodline family, and today’s brightest star—

Ye Wuyin!