Campus Cultivation Master
Chapter 432 - 433: The Expert Who Doesn’t Wear Pants

Chapter 432: Chapter 433: The Expert Who Doesn’t Wear Pants

Chu Feng directly threw a Direct Punch, aiming straight for Grandpa Ping’s chest.

Chu Feng utilized Spiritual Energy, creating a friction with the air that compressed into a completely vacuumed zone. However, everyone close to the trajectory of Chu Feng’s punch could clearly feel a scorching wave of heat.

Grandpa Ping’s eyebrows involuntarily jumped fiercely when he saw Chu Feng’s punch.

Grandpa Ping had not expected Chu Feng to be so powerful. The might of this punch was unexpectedly formidable to such an extent.

Grandpa Ping dared not underestimate it; he slightly spread his feet apart and then punched with all his might to block.

"Bang!"

The collision of fists produced a sound like metal clashing.

Grandpa Ping’s traditional Chinese jacket billowed, and the surging Spiritual Energy still overwhelmed him.

"Hmph!"

Grandpa Ping grunted, his Meridians performing the Star Shifting technique, channeling all the surging Spiritual Energy into the soles of his feet.

"Bang!"

However, the Spiritual Energy was too powerful, and Grandpa Ping’s round-toed cloth shoes burst into pieces in an instant.

The cloth shoes turned into rags, and the thousand-layer sole looked as if it had been scorched, leaving a charred mark.

"Zizzi!"

The tearing, however, seemed not to have stopped, and there was the sound of Grandpa Ping’s trousers splitting.

"Zila!"

Grandpa Ping’s trousers completely tore apart, turning into fragments, leaving only a pair of red underwear, hanging there, forlorn.

Grandpa Ping had not anticipated such an outcome, and his face turned red instantly.

In fact, no one would have expected this result, but soon the crowd became somewhat excited.

Such a high-level master was already rare to see. A pants-less master was even rarer.

"Could it be the master’s zodiac year to be wearing red underwear?"

"A master he may be, but no more than that, with that tiny worm dangling feebly, not even comparable to my man’s," a frivolous young woman said.

Such piercing words nearly drove Grandpa Ping mad.

He wished he could immediately slap Chu Feng to death. He was suffering such humiliation all because of this little monster before him.

"I want you dead!"

Grandpa Ping’s eyes turned bloodshot as he bellowed.

"Puff!"

Chu Feng suddenly spat out blood, then his body flew backward.

This was so sudden that even Grandpa Ping was stunned.

"So cruel-hearted you are, to actually try to kill someone in secret. And you still have the face to deny that the affair with An Wenxing wasn’t your doing." Chu Feng sat on the ground, wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with bitter resentment and misery.

Grandpa Ping was momentarily taken aback, then quickly realized that Chu Feng was putting on an act again.

He hadn’t even managed to exert any force before Chu Feng was sent flying backward. If this wasn’t an act, what was it?

In actuality, Chu Feng was indeed putting on an act, though this act was seventy percent false, thirty percent true.

Grandpa Ping was truly a tough opponent, his strength was indeed above his own. If things continued this way, the result for himself would probably be the same; there would be no difference. By taking the initiative like this, however, Chu Feng could still seize control and garner sympathy.

"You sly little beast, today I will take your life!" Grandpa Ping roared in rage, lifting his foot to strike down Chu Feng.

"That will be enough, Elder Ping," Bai Jiahang said in a stern tone.

Upon hearing Bai Jiahang’s words, Grandpa Ping immediately halted his steps.

While Grandpa Ping held a high position in the Bai Family, the family were ultimately his masters, and he was but a high-level servant. When his master spoke, he still had to listen.

Bai Jiahang looked at Chu Feng, a trace of chilliness appearing on his face as he said, "My Bai Family has never done such things. I won’t hurt you because I want to make it clear to everyone. My Bai Family is not comprised of murderers; I want you to witness with your own eyes how my Bai Family will uncover the true events."

Bai Jiahang’s acting was indeed spot on. His cold demeanor conveyed his anger, making him even more convincing to others.

Sitting on the ground, Chu Feng said, "You won’t kill me because you don’t dare to in front of all these people. But I think you will definitely attempt an assassination. Isn’t this the same old vile deeds your Bai Family has always committed? Isn’t this your Bai Family’s usual way of doing things? On this point, I prefer your older brother; at least he admits he’s a bad person. He’s not a hypocrite like you."

As expected, a real flare of anger appeared in Bai Jiahang’s eyes when Chu Feng brought up his older brother, though he masked it well, and nobody seemed to notice.

"My older brother is a good man; I won’t allow anyone to insult him," said Bai Jiahang, extremely angry and serious.

Chu Feng stood up from the ground and replied, "Compared to you, he indeed is a good person."

"Let’s go. I don’t want to stay with the likes of murderers. Today I may not be able to defeat you, but I will not give up, and I won’t let An Wenxing’s blood be shed in vain," Chu Feng said, then turned around and walked away.

An Rongrong and Zhuang Xinyan followed, ready to support Chu Feng.

Chu Feng waved his hand, saying, "No need. I came in standing, and I will leave the same way. I cannot submit to murderers."

Chu Feng’s display of valor resonated with everyone. Sympathy for the underdog is a common human sentiment.

Though Grandpa Ping had been embarrassed by Chu Feng, it was Chu Feng who coughed up blood. It was clear who was injured more severely.

This time everyone voluntarily made way for Chu Feng, watching him depart as if he were a departing hero.

"Young Master Chu, allow me to escort you," Wu Di came over and volunteered.

Wu Di’s actions and attitude surprised everyone.

What did this indicate? Did it reflect the stance of the Wu Family?

Had the Wu Family been won over by Chu Feng?

In East River, the strongest and most prestigious families were few, and now except for the Jin Family, the rest seemed to have aligned with Chu Feng.

This was practically tantamount to a power coup. No matter who the Bai Family supported to become a prominent clan, they wouldn’t escape Chu Feng’s grasp.

In fact, Chu Feng was wholly capable of pushing back against a prominent clan like the Bai Family.

Because every place has its own rules, the main power of the Bai Family lies in the provincial capital. East River is crucial, but they dare not divert their forces on a large scale. Doing so would leave them vulnerable at the back, and if someone else took advantage of that, it would be a loss not worth the gains.

Furthermore, the local influencers in East River were not to be trifled with; all of them were families on the cusp of Dragon Transformation. Charging in rashly might not yield any benefits, which is why the Bai Family wanted to support the Wu Family.

It’s a strategy tailored to the local conditions; let the people of East River manage their own. They only need to act as the Emperor from behind the scenes, but now Chu Feng had disrupted all their perfect plans, even forcing them to consider proactively compromising.

Bai Jiahang watched Chu Feng and the others leave, his gaze unfathomable, betraying neither sorrow nor joy; no one knew what he was thinking at that moment.