The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 278 - 277 Little Junior Sister?

Chapter 278: Chapter 277 Little Junior Sister?

At that moment, Ye Feng’s heart violently shook, and he froze in place.

She was a girl in a blue dress, possessing a delicate and perfect visage that exuded an unparalleled tranquility. Her black, lustrous hair swayed gently in the sea breeze. She stood amidst the crowd like a goddess cut off from the world, utterly dazzling and standing out as distinctively as a crane among chickens.

In terms of appearance, the girl was neither inferior nor superior to Lin Shiyu.

Ye Feng was stunned, not by the girl’s beauty, but because Ye Feng would never forget that face.

"Han Yi, is it you?" Ye Feng asked blankly, staring at the girl.

The girl was startled, looking at Ye Feng in shock, "You... do you know me?"

"Are you really Han Yi?" Ye Feng asked the girl with astonishment, unable to believe it could be true.

Ye Feng, everyone thought he was not yet twenty-six years old, but everyone was wrong; in fact, Ye Feng’s cultivation had already spanned thirty years.

When Ye Feng went to the Southern Border, he was merely seventeen years old, yet within one year, Ye Feng had become the War God who had swept across eight legendary powerhouses and slain masters of the Divine Realm.

This was because, during his time in the Southern Border, Ye Feng was sent to a place named the Heavenly Domain Secret Realm, the largest secret of the Dragon Country’s Southern Border. Inside, time flowed thirty times slower than the outside; thirty years had passed in the Heavenly Domain Secret Realm while only one year elapsed outside.

However, entering the Heavenly Domain Secret Realm was almost certainly fatal, as since its sudden appearance in the Southern Border a hundred years ago, only two people safely emerged from the Heavenly Domain Secret Realm in all that time. One was Ye Feng’s father, and the other was Ye Feng.

The Heavenly Domain Secret Realm was a world unto itself, filled with countless strong individuals and Grandmasters at every turn. Only legendary powerhouses were considered truly powerful, and Ye Feng was one who had spent thirty years in the Heavenly Domain Secret Realm.

Ye Feng joined a sect in the Heavenly Domain Secret Realm and became a disciple. There, he had a close female friend within the sect, his younger martial sister, Han Yi.

The two spent day and night together, studying martial arts and training, but during one of their expeditions, Han Yi died to save Ye Feng.

When Ye Feng had become a master of the Divine Realm, he left the Heavenly Domain Secret Realm and returned to the Southern Border—to Earth.

After Ye Feng departed the Heavenly Domain Secret Realm, the entrance closed and Ye Feng could no longer return.

But now, right before Ye Feng’s eyes, this girl looked exactly like his younger martial sister Han Yi!

If it were just the resemblance, that would be one thing, but she also had the same extraordinary aura, that serene quality that seemed to soothe wounds, just like the younger martial sister Ye Feng knew.

Han Yi looked at Ye Feng in surprise, "Have you seen me before? How do you know my name?"

Ye Feng was increasingly shocked. For years, he had remained unflappable, even if the sky were falling, Ye Feng’s heart wouldn’t stir in the slightest, but now, ripples were stirring within.

He had actually encountered two identical people, not only in appearance and name but even their aura was exactly the same. Ye Feng was astonished, wondering how such an incredible coincidence could exist in this world.

Ye Feng was dumbstruck, momentarily at a loss for how to respond.

"Be careful!" But just then, Han Yi screamed out.

The thief that Ye Feng had knocked down earlier rushed over, throwing a punch straight at Ye Feng’s face.

Yet Ye Feng, who was distracted, did not avoid the thief’s punch.

One reason was that the thief was simply incapable of hurting Ye Feng. It wasn’t just a matter of a regular person’s fist—even if the thief had shot Ye Feng with a gun, Ye Feng would not have sustained the slightest injury.

At this moment, Ye Feng felt incredibly confused within. He didn’t know whether this woman before him was his junior martial sister or not.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the thief’s fist landed heavily on Ye Feng’s face.

Just then, a young man with a crew cut dashed out, bellowing, "Scum, you’re looking for death!"

The crew-cut young man leaped into the air and kicked the thief’s face hard.

Instantly, the thief was sent flying, traveling three or four meters through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, knocking himself out cold.

The crew-cut young man then turned to Han Yi with concern, "Han Yi, are you alright?"

Han Yi shook her head, her gaze filled with worry as she looked at Ye Feng. After all, it was for the sake of helping her retrieve her bag that he had been struck.

"I’m fine." Ye Feng shook his head, his eyes conveying doubt and complex emotions as he looked at Han Yi.

Han Yi was taken aback; she didn’t understand why Ye Feng was looking at her in such a way. Naturally beautiful, many were attracted to her appearance upon seeing her.

But clearly, Ye Feng’s attention was not drawn by her looks.

In Ye Feng’s eyes, Han Yi could see not only confusion and complex emotions but also a profound affection. It was a pure feeling, devoid of malice or evil intent. Han Yi felt no aversion toward Ye Feng; instead, she felt as though she recognized him.

At this moment, the crew-cut young man looked at Ye Feng impatiently, "Kid, if you don’t have the skills, then don’t try to play the hero. What if the knife had stabbed you? Then you’d be finished today."

Then, the crew-cut young man took out three thousand yuan from his wallet, "Fine, take this three grand, whether as thanks or for your medical expenses. Take it!"

However, Ye Feng didn’t even glance at the crew-cut young man. His eyes were still fixed on Han Yi.

The crew-cut young man became angry, "Bastard, have you had enough? Keep staring, and see if I don’t gouge your eyes out!"

Han Yi quickly intervened, "Let it go, Li Yang. It’s okay."

Han Yi turned to Ye Feng, "Sir, you’ve been staring at me. Do you know me?"

Ye Feng finally snapped out of his shock. He knew that even though the woman before him looked exactly like his junior martial sister and even shared the same name, she wasn’t his junior martial sister.

His junior martial sister had died. Yet, Ye Feng understood that this Han Yi before him must be connected to his junior martial sister somehow.

Otherwise, it was impossible for even her demeanor and appearance to be so strikingly similar.

Ye Feng shook his head, "I don’t know you. It’s just that you resemble someone I used to know."

Han Yi gave a slight smile, her expression like a clear spring that seemed to wash away all aggression, inadvertently calming those around her.

"Thank you for helping me get my bag back," Han Yi said, looking at Ye Feng.