Urban Immortal Doctor Master
Chapter 170 - 170 170 There are always those who are blind asking for votes

170: 170: There are always those who are blind [asking for votes] 170: 170: There are always those who are blind [asking for votes] Mu Qingwan and the others all widened their eyes as they watched Shangguan Tianyu disappear, everything they had witnessed surpassed their knowledge, but they trusted that Tang Feng would explain it to them.

“How should we deal with these scumbags?” They looked to Tang Feng, now feeling somewhat scared; the few men had already taken fewer breaths in than they let out.

“Turn your heads.” With a wave of his hand, Tang Feng reduced the young masters to a pulp.

Daring to lay hands on his woman, they were doomed to only one fate: death.

As for the weapons those people had brought, Tang Feng naturally accepted them all with a smile.

He might not need them, but the Red Tiger Alliance would.

“Let’s go; we’re leaving this place.”

The women followed Tang Feng downstairs and then drove away from the abandoned warehouse in the cars below.

Boom!

Looking back, the women could see the warehouse had been reduced to rubble; at that moment, their hearts finally felt some relief.

If Tang Feng had been even a little later, they didn’t know what might have happened to them.

In the car, the women all heard Tang Feng’s transmitted message and headed to Zou Mei’s restaurant together.

Once seated, they all waited for Tang Feng to speak.

Tang Feng looked at the women and began to recount the events of the past few months.

From encountering an Innate Master, seizing the Small Sumeru Ring, to finding a Little Grotto Heaven in Jinhai City and claiming its heritage, to becoming enemies with various clans—he shared the whole saga.

It was truly thrilling!

Contrary to Tang Feng’s expectations, the women were not angry but instead showed faces full of longing.

To become an Innate Master, to explore Little Grotto Heavens, to one day fly and tunnel through the earth—could such things really exist?

“I can allow you to cultivate, but to become a true practitioner, you must be closely related to me.

I hope you understand this point,” Tang Feng laid his cards on the table.

Naturally, Mu Qingwan had no objections; she would listen to anything Tang Feng said.

Zou Mei and her daughter would do the same.

Murong Qinglan and He Menglin likely wouldn’t resist either; the key was Xiao Ya, Xia Jingyu, Han Jing, and Qi Bing—would they agree?

Clearly, they would not.

Qi Bing was the first to express her stance, “I hope to lead an ordinary life, so let’s just stay friends.”

“I feel the same way.

But don’t worry, Tang Feng; we won’t speak of today’s events,” they were still somewhat afraid and apprehensive about Tang Feng’s methods.

“No problem, I never force anyone.

It doesn’t matter even if you do tell others.

Soon, there will be many people like me, and before long, ordinary people will have no dignity.

You should prepare yourselves mentally for that,” Tang Feng was not a pushover.

Since they didn’t want to relate to him, he wouldn’t protect them.

“I’ll think it over,” Xiao Ya needed to reassess her relationship with Tang Feng.

At least she didn’t believe she disliked him, she just thought he was too fickle for her to find true happiness.

Once a man had many women, some were destined to be neglected, and due to her personality, she might be one of them.

In plain terms, she lacked confidence in herself.

But the idea of parting with Mu Qingwan was also something she wasn’t willing to contemplate.

Men could not understand the kind of friendship that develops between women who live together over time, much like the ancient practice of sisters marrying the same husband might not be impossible.

Tang Feng looked at Xia Jingyu, the woman whom, aside from Murong Qinglan, he had known for the longest time.

“Why are you looking at me like that; you’re lucky, you rascal,” she said, her face flushing red.

She was still as strong-willed as ever, speaking her mind, which made Tang Feng laugh involuntarily, recalling the time he first met her while collecting herbs in the mountains.

“Alright, Teacher Qi and Teacher Han, you can go back first.

I deeply apologize for the unease I’ve caused you, and I will try to compensate you,” Tang Feng said.

“There’s no need.

We weren’t really affected, and besides, we’re not the kind of women to hold grudges.

You just be careful in the future,” Qi Bing and Han Jing left.

Regarding their choice, Tang Feng must not have found it strange; he had only met them a few times, unlike Zou Mei and her group, who knew a fair bit about Tang Feng.

At that moment, Xiao Ya stood up, “You should leave too.”

“Sit down, don’t stir up trouble.” Tang Feng exerted his authority, forcing Xiao Ya to sit back down.

It wasn’t that she was truly afraid of Tang Feng, but she was genuinely concerned that if she really left, it would cause a rift in her relationships with Mu Qingwan and Xia Jingyu.

“Ah Feng, does that mean all of us can practice too?” Murong Qinglan inquired.

“Indeed, come to the villa tonight, and I’ll perform the Bone Marrow Cleansing for you all, striving to reach the Innate Realm first.” Tang Feng was preparing to refine Bone Marrow Cleansing Pills for them today.

“Great, see you tonight.” The women reached a consensus and dispersed.

Tang Feng stayed behind.

After missing out on Zou Mei last night, he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass.

However, with Lin Xinyin there, it wasn’t all that convenient.

Better hold off for now and accompany the mother and daughter to buy groceries.

Zou Mei and Lin Xinyin were very happy, as if they had returned to the days when they had first met him.

Having a pair of mother and daughter accompany Tang Feng felt wonderful, particularly since Zou Mei appeared to be only in her twenties.

Walking through the market, the rate of turned heads was incredibly high.

Beautiful women always attract covetous stares, and sure enough, a few unwise men approached.

A big man, flanked by several subordinates, blocked the path of Tang Feng and the two women.

“Beautiful ladies, may I know what you’d like to purchase?

I could assist you,” the big man said, completely ignoring Tang Feng’s presence.

“No need, please make way,” Zou Mei replied, her assurance bolstered by Tang Feng’s presence, though Lin Xinyin was somewhat afraid and clung to Tang Feng’s arm.

“Oh, you’ve got quite the temper, but I like that,” the big man said as he reached out, attempting to pinch Zou Mei’s chin.

Such boldness in broad daylight was downright audacious.

Tang Feng noticed that the surrounding vegetable vendors were merely onlookers, filled with indignation yet too afraid to speak out.

He sighed, knowing that strong individuals would always intimidate others, regardless of their nature.

The vendors dared not intervene, nor could they afford to offend the man.

Tang Feng reached out and grabbed the big man’s hand, seizing that thick arm—an action that caused the onlookers to gasp.

Was this young man courting death?

“Let go, kid,” the big man ordered, but when his attempt to pull free failed, he looked at Tang Feng with surprise.

“Big guy, let me tell you something, every person who dared to lay a hand on her is no longer among the living,” Tang Feng said, and with that, he twisted the hand.

Crack!

In the bustling market, the sound was eerily distinct, a testament to the number of onlookers.

“Boss!” The subordinates were dumbfounded, unable to believe that someone of Tang Feng’s unimposing stature could possess such strength.

The sound of the bone snapping sent shivers down their spines.

This was not someone they could afford to provoke; even with their experience on the streets, they had enough “eye power” to recognize that.

“Don’t move, stay put,” Tang Feng commanded without releasing his grip.

“You’re done for, kid.

Let go of our boss, or you won’t make it out of this market,” one of the subordinates warned while dialing a number.

“Idiot, no wonder you guys can only scrape by here,” Tang Feng retorted, and with another yank, he pulled the big man’s arm out even further, creating a gruesome sight.

The big man, who had intended to speak, was rendered speechless by the pain; the subordinate who interjected fainted from the sheer tragedy of it all.

“Take out this punk,” a subordinate bellowed, trying to muster courage for the situation.

But not a single person dared to advance.

It was a joke—their boss’s arm had already been broken; they’d surely be courting death by stepping forward, so they didn’t even dare to surround Tang Feng.