The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 561 - 570: The Conference Begins 【Third Update】

Chapter 561: Chapter 570: The Conference Begins 【Third Update】

Seeing Ye Feng’s arrogant attitude, Red Hair was immediately enraged, "Fuck, I’m telling you one last time, hand over your number tag, or don’t blame me for being rude!"

However, Ye Feng still wore a look of disdain and didn’t even glance at Red Hair, completely ignoring him.

Ye Feng’s disregard only irritated Red Hair even more, and he bellowed, "Fuck, if you don’t take the wine I offer, you’ll have to drink the penalty wine. Watch me, I’ll kill you!"

After shouting, Red Hair pulled a baton from his clothing, glared at Ye Feng, raised the baton, and Young Master Zhou Zhou Shaochen looked disdainful, "Red Hair, go ahead, I’ll cover for you if anything happens!"

"Alright!" Red Hair became even more confident after hearing Zhou Shaochen’s words and menacingly approached Ye Feng.

"Scram!"

Just then, Ye Feng turned his head, and with a roar, a sonic boom erupted.

Red Hair locked eyes with Ye Feng, and his expression instantly froze, turning extremely unsightly.

Ye Feng’s terrifying murderous intent swept over like a tidal wave, engulfing Red Hair. Looking at Ye Feng, Red Hair began to tremble, Ye Feng’s eyes, like icy swords that had existed for thousands of years, seemed to pierce through Red Hair’s heart.

The baton in Red Hair’s hand did not even manage to touch Ye Feng before stopping by itself.

Red Hair trembled all over, fearfully looking at Ye Feng, and began to back away step by step.

Just then, Red Hair retreated to the edge of the steps; it was morning at Wendao Sect, and the steps were very slippery due to the dampness.

"Ouch!" Red Hair exclaimed as he missed his step and tumbled down.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Red Hair kept rolling down, hitting the steps repeatedly, making dull thudding sounds.

In a short while, he had tumbled down several dozen steps and lay on the ground, face swollen and bruised, unconscious.

...Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded, never expecting Red Hair to fall on his own.

Ye Feng remarked indifferently, "In this condition, he likely won’t be able to participate in the Daoist Skills Conference..."

The Little Daoist nodded and said to Zhou Shaochen, "Young Master Zhou, it’s not that I don’t want to help you. As you can see, he’s in no condition to participate in the Daoist Skills Conference. Let’s leave it at that, I’ll call an ambulance for him and send him to the hospital."

At that moment, Zhou Shaochen glared at Ye Feng, his eyes filled with intense murderous intent as if he wanted to tear Ye Feng apart, "Kid, what exactly did you do to him?"

Wang Wei and the others were immediately angered. Before Ye Feng could even speak, Wang Wei shouted, "Zhou Shaochen, have you lost your mind? Didn’t you see that Red Hair fell by himself?"

Nevertheless, Zhou Shaochen believed that Red Hair’s fall was related to Ye Feng.

"Wang Wei, don’t meddle in my affairs. Just mind your own business; this has nothing to do with you!" Zhou Shaochen yelled, then looked at Ye Feng, "Kid, I’m asking you, what exactly did you do to him?"

However, Ye Feng didn’t even spare Zhou Shaochen a glance, ignoring him completely. In Ye Feng’s eyes, Zhou Shaochen was merely a clown, and Ye Feng had no interest in dealing with him, let alone speaking to him.

"Good! Good! Good!" Enraged, Zhou Shaochen repeated ’good’ three times and raised his fist, "Kid, you won’t talk, huh? Fine, I’ll make you talk by beating it out of you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Shaochen raised his fist, ready to strike Ye Feng.

"Time’s up! The Daoist Skills Conference is starting, all those who have qualified please enter the venue!"

Just as Zhou Shaochen was about to strike Ye Feng, a voice reached their ears.

Then, people began entering the venue one by one.

The Little Daoist anxiously said, "Young Master Zhou, time’s up, let’s hurry inside!"

Hearing the Little Daoist’s words, Zhou Shaochen nodded, then glared at Ye Feng, "You scumbag, wait for me, don’t think that I can’t handle you!"

After dropping the harsh words, Zhou Shaochen turned and left, heading towards the venue of the Daoist Skills Conference.

Watching Zhou Shaochen leave, Du Yuan and Wang Wei both sighed in relief, then spoke with lingering fears, "Brother, you need to be careful. Zhou Shaochen is vengeful, and he won’t let you off easily."

But Ye Feng remained entirely relaxed, not taking it to heart, "It’s fine, let’s go."

In a short while, Ye Feng and his group arrived at the open ground of the Wendao Sect, where the Daoist Skills Conference was being held.

In the venue, there was a solemnly arranged lectern for preaching.

On the lectern stood an elder in a blue Daoist robe, with long white eyebrows and an appearance of immortality. Everyone could clearly sense the strong Blood Qi emanating from the elder, and his eyes sparkled with a brilliant light, his entire being radiating vitality.

This elder was the speaker for this Daoist Skills Conference from Wendao Sect.

Ye Feng could clearly feel that this elder from Wendao Sect was a Grandmaster of Innate Perfection.

Then, Ye Feng and the others took their seats, the surrounding area having been sealed off, while outside the venue, there were tens of thousands of tourists.

Although these tourists could not enter the venue, they could still watch from outside.

At that moment, the elder on the lectern stood up, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our Wendao Sect’s triennial Daoist Skills Conference. Let me introduce myself first, I am the Sixth Elder of Wendao Sect, Qingfengzi, and I will be preaching for you today.

The Daoist Skills Conference consists of three parts. The first is my preaching, the second is a written test, and the third is a martial test. If you wish to participate, please stay; if not, you are free to leave after any part.

In the end, we will choose five fortunate individuals. These five individuals will have two options, one is to join our Wendao Sect and learn our orthodox Daoist skills. The other is to receive one divination and Feng Shui arrangement from me, choose one. Does anyone wish to withdraw?"

Nobody responded, as everyone who had arrived here knew what the Daoist Skills Conference signified and naturally would not leave easily, except Ye Feng, who was an exception and had accidentally come here to save someone.

So, no one inside the venue was likely to leave...