# Chapter 1230: A Lesson
Lin Feng and Qiu Yuexin walked through a series of long corridors and courtyards. In each corridor and courtyard, banquet tables had been set up. Depending on the type of invitation one held, one could enter different areas to take their seats.
For the birthday celebration of a great figure from the Eight Wastelands Realm, they naturally would not take the initiative to invite people. It was left to the crowd's own intentions. If invitations were sent out, whom would one invite and whom would one not?
All who came were guests. Therefore, the vast Wen residence would not treat visitors poorly. Of course, those who came were also people of some status. It was impossible for just anyone off the street to step into the Wen residence—otherwise, chaos would ensue.
The Wen residence had long prepared a lavish feast. The wine was nectar and jade liquid, and the fruit platters were items of great nourishment. Not a single thing was ordinary. These wines and fruits could nourish the meridians and temper the bones and tendons.
After walking some distance, Lin Feng and Qiu Yuexin finally arrived at the main hall. Outside the main hall was a vast space where a hundred tables of feast had been set. The noise of the crowd was exceptionally lively. All were figures from various regions of the Eight Wastelands Realm. Venerable warriors could be seen everywhere.
These people gathered in groups of three or five, each with their own circles of acquaintance. They chatted with one another, enjoying a harmonious and pleasant atmosphere.
"So lively," Lin Feng said, sweeping his gaze across the crowd. Each person had a vigorous blood energy and a profound aura. Most were Venerable warriors. Even those who were not Venerable likely held extraordinary status.
If these people had appeared a few years ago, any one of them would have required Lin Feng to look up to them with reverence. They were lofty figures, like beings from the clouds. But now, recalling those past moments, Lin Feng could only sigh inwardly. This was the wondrous power of the martial path. Martial cultivators could change their destiny through strength. The mighty ones who once stood above the clouds could now be regarded by Lin Feng as equals. He walked calmly past them.
"Hmph!" At that moment, a delicate snort came from nearby. Lin Feng looked ahead and saw Qi Jiaojiao's figure. She was also among these people. The main hall had limited seating. Those who could enter were either regional sovereigns or prodigies of the level of the Ten Great Prodigies. Although Qi Jiaojiao had come with Qi Tiansheng, only Qi Tiansheng could enter. If everyone brought several people in with them, the main hall would not be able to accommodate so many.
Beside Qi Jiaojiao stood several young men. As one of the Four Great Beauties of the Eight Wastelands Realm and the precious daughter of the Qi Clan of the Eastern Wasteland, she would never lack flower protectors wherever she went.
Lin Feng merely glanced calmly at Qi Jiaojiao, then turned his gaze away, completely ignoring her, and continued walking forward.
"Jiaojiao, who is this person? Quite arrogant," a young man with a powerful aura asked Qi Jiaojiao.
"A disgusting fellow. Relying on some talent, he does whatever he pleases, not knowing his place. He once showed disrespect to me!" Qi Jiaojiao was very displeased with Lin Feng's reaction and said coldly.
"Want me to teach him a lesson?" Chu Yan's lips curled into a sinister arc. Since breaking through to the Venerable realm, he hadn't had a chance to stretch his bones. The young man before him, at the Eighth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, could barely serve as a warm-up. And being able to show off in front of a beauty—why not?
Qi Jiaojiao was startled for a moment, then looked at Chu Yan with a smile, her eyes flickering. She said, "If you can teach him a lesson, perhaps I'll pay closer attention to you in the future."
Hearing this, a gleam of excitement appeared in Chu Yan's eyes. He naturally understood what Qi Jiaojiao meant by "paying attention." If he could stand out among the many observers and catch Qi Jiaojiao's eye, he would not only establish a significant connection with the Qi Clan of the Eastern Wasteland but also win the favor of Qi Jiaojiao, one of the Four Great Beauties of the Eight Wastelands Realm. Such a wonderful prospect was hard for Chu Yan to resist.
"Jiaojiao, remember your words!" Chu Yan's lips curled upward slightly, forming a sinister arc. Teaching a lesson to someone at the Eighth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm—even if it was a bit troublesome—shouldn't be too big a problem, right?
Stepping forward, Chu Yan blocked Lin Feng's path. Lin Feng gave him a serious look, then pulled Qiu Yuexin to bypass him. This was the Wen residence, filled with countless powerful figures. Inside the main hall were all regional sovereign-level characters. Lin Feng didn't want to make a scene as soon as he arrived, so he was unwilling to stoop to the level of such pointless provocation.
However, just because Lin Feng didn't want trouble didn't mean the other party felt the same. Chu Yan shifted his steps slightly, once again blocking Lin Feng's path. That same annoying smirk still hung on his lips as he said indifferently to Lin Feng, "Today is the six hundredth birthday of the Wen family's elder. Even if you've come here, you should weigh your own worth. Don't just barge around carelessly. If you go to the wrong place, others will say you have no elder to teach you manners."
Clearly, Chu Yan was deliberately picking a fight.
Lin Feng's eyes suddenly turned icy cold. Within his gaze, it seemed as if a terrifying sword light shot out, sharp and fierce, like a real blade piercing into Chu Yan's eyes. Chu Yan's mind trembled violently. Then, an overwhelming pressure descended. Lin Feng's palm suddenly struck forward, forming a massive demonic palm seal, filled with a terrifying, domineering, and heaven-defying aura.
Moreover, within this domineering and heaven-defying demonic palm, there seemed to be a terrifying power of thunder and flame, causing Chu Yan to feel suffocated. His face instantly turned pale.
"Boom!" A terrifying aura erupted wildly. Blood energy surged to the heavens as Chu Yan resisted the descending, domineering, heaven-defying palm seal. His entire body burst into terrifying flames, as if two flaming great hands shot up, directly meeting Lin Feng's descending great hand seal.
"Boom, crack!" Under that boundless, domineering palm seal—derived from the Heavenly Derivation Scripture and imbued with the dual essence of thunder and flame—the flaming great hands were instantly crushed to pieces. The flames danced wildly. The sound of cracking bones rang out continuously. Chu Yan's body was directly crushed by this terrifying palm, collapsing to the ground. Many of his ribs were broken, and his entire body was covered in cold sweat.
If Lin Feng hadn't held back at the last moment, his life would have been lost.
"Such a terrifying palm strike. Who is this person? At the Eighth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, yet with absolute power, he crushed Chu Yan in one blow." The crowd had looked over when they sensed the commotion nearby. They saw Lin Feng's palm pressing down, suppressing Chu Yan with absolute force. They didn't even see Lin Feng say a single word—only the domineering palm strike.
"Very terrifying indeed. But this guy is going to be in trouble. Old Monster Chu is notoriously protective of his own. This time, he brought Chu Yan here to show off after breaking through to the Venerable realm, but now his grandson has been knocked flat by a single palm strike, with who knows how many bones broken. Where will Old Monster Chu put his face?"
Some people knew Chu Yan's identity and secretly worried for that terrifying young man. They had never seen him before. He might be from some powerful faction, perhaps with a strong backing.
"I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your elder first!" Lin Feng said coldly. Then, he kicked out, sending Chu Yan flying to the side. Since Chu Yan wouldn't let him pass, he would suppress him with absolute, domineering power.
"On whose behalf are you teaching him?" At that moment, a cold voice came from inside the main hall. The crowd saw an irritable old man walk out. His aura was like a vast ocean, surging and boundless, terrifying to the extreme. It was Old Monster Chu, at the Eighth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm—a regional sovereign-level figure, qualified to enter the main hall. Only high-level Venerable warriors could be called regional sovereigns, capable of ruling over a region.
"Grandfather!" Chu Yan climbed up from the ground, his face filled with shame and anger. Having just broken through to the Venerable realm, he had intended to use his superior realm to suppress Lin Feng. But he never expected that in their first exchange, Lin Feng would give him such a painful lesson. One palm strike had sent him crashing to the ground.
"Useless thing, bringing shame!" Old Monster Chu scolded, with a tone of frustration at his grandson's failure. A dignified Venerable warrior, beaten so miserably by a single palm strike from someone at the Eighth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm—it was too shameful. Even he, as the grandfather, felt he couldn't afford to lose face like this.
After speaking, Old Monster Chu looked at Lin Feng and said coldly, "You said just now that you were teaching my grandson on my behalf? Useless as he is, it's not your place to touch him."
Lin Feng looked at Old Monster Chu and said calmly, "He blocked my path and spoke rudely first. What's wrong with me teaching him a lesson?"
"How dare you!" Old Monster Chu shouted. "Teach him a lesson? Is it your place to teach my grandson a lesson? Who do you think you are? It seems I should teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders!"
As he spoke, Old Monster Chu slowly stepped forward. With each step, it seemed as if a surging pressure descended upon Lin Feng, overwhelming and boundless.
Lin Feng felt as though several mountains were pressing down on him, but he sneered inwardly. Trying to suppress him with momentum?
"Teach me a lesson on behalf of my elders? Are you sure?" Lin Feng said indifferently. This old man had no sense of propriety. Because his grandson had been knocked down by a single slap, he wanted to use his superior realm to oppress Lin Feng.
"Boom!" A wild and domineering wave of qi made the space tremble. An incomparably surging momentum slammed into Lin Feng. With a tearing sound, Lin Feng's feet scraped marks across the ground.
"Did your elders never teach you to respect your seniors?" Old Monster Chu stood there like a towering mountain, awe-inspiring. A regional sovereign-level figure could shatter a mountain peak with a single raise of the hand—truly terrifying.
"I will convey this to my senior brothers. Today, your grandson was knocked down by a single palm strike from me, and now you want to teach me a lesson on behalf of my teacher. My teacher might not bother with you, but my senior brothers don't have such a good temper. I remember the last time they told me, if anyone bullies me using their power, I should repay them tenfold!"
Facing the heavy, mountain-like pressure, Lin Feng still held his head high, calmly staring at Old Monster Chu. His voice carried a hint of pride.
Hearing Lin Feng's words, the crowd's expressions tightened. From what Lin Feng said, it seemed his teacher was also someone who could contend with Old Monster Chu. But this person's face was unfamiliar. Most people had never heard of him.
"Your senior brothers? Repay tenfold? Such big talk. Who does he think he is?" Old Monster Chu said coldly. But at this moment, he also seemed to vaguely understand that Lin Feng was probably not so simple. Therefore, he did not take that step forward.
"Mu Chen!" Lin Feng calmly uttered two words, causing Old Monster Chu's eyes to freeze in place. His senior brother... Mu Chen!
PS: Thanks to "If Life Is Like a Play" for a cigarette!!