Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

The buzzing in his brain had not subsided when a loud laughter filled Zhu Bufan's consciousness.

Zhu Bufan was only at the early stage of the First Rank and had spent all his time on cultivating his Inner Qi, leaving no spare time to learn Martial Arts. This was actually his first time exchanging blows with someone, relying solely on his own reactions.

Compared to him, Zhu Wuchang was already at the peak of the First Rank, and he had started to practice Martial Arts. Although it hadn't been long, he had already grasped the basic strength and techniques.

Amid the roaring laughter, Zhu Bufan remained unusually calm, so calm that he couldn't hear any sound. In this moment, his spirit strangely matched up; the positions of everyone from the Zhu Family were imprinted in his mind. Seizing a gap, he lunged like a predatory wolf towards Zhu Wuchang's waist.

Zhu Wuchang was laughing arrogantly with his head thrown back, paying no attention to Zhu Bufan. He didn't expect Zhu Bufan to counterattack so swiftly. Weakened from excessive exertion, he was unable to react until Zhu Bufan wrapped his arms around his waist.

By the time he thought of resisting, it was already too late. Zhu Bufan had exerted all his strength, fully utilizing the weight of his body. Zhu Wuchang couldn't muster any strength quickly enough and was pushed to the ground, with Zhu Bufan sitting on top of him, fists raining down.

For a moment, Zhu Wuchang was dazed, like a wooden doll, letting Zhu Bufan do as he pleased.

"Zhu Wuchang, you call us trash, yet now you're beaten down by Zhu Bufan on the ground, how *** embarrassing!" The onlookers mocked unreservedly.

The piercing mockery on the side made Zhu Wuchang feel deeply humiliated. Shaking his hands, he gathered the last bit of his Inner Qi and with a sudden push of his arms, he then fiercely hit Zhu Bufan in the chest.

"Thud, thud"

Two muffled sounds, Zhu Bufan didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying backward.

Then, Zhu Wuchang leaped up, rushing towards Zhu Bufan without any technique and started throwing punches. Although the previous strike had dazed Zhu Bufan a bit, his basic instinct of self-defense kicked in. He curled up into a ball, tightly protecting his head and other vital areas.

"Fight, fight!"

Seeing this, the crowd from the Zhu Family got even more excited, shouting enthusiastically, which alerted Liu Qingshan who had just left.

"What are you all doing?" Liu Qingshan roared angrily, and everyone scattered like birds and beasts.

"Hmph, I thought you were just sparring, but you turned it serious. Have you forgotten the family rules? Alright, that's enough for today!" Liu Qingshan, who came from a poor background, despised these offspring of noble families who, instead of properly cultivating, engage in overt and covert fights.

Zhu Bufan, having been knocked unconscious, was carried back to the Huanxin Garden by someone Liu Qingshan found.

It wasn't until the evening that Zhu Bufan was awakened by a voice.

"Young Master Feng, Young Master Feng!" A woman in her forties, with age clearly marked on her, with gray hair and deep wrinkles, dressed as a servant, stood by Zhu Bufan's bed, gently shaking his body as she called.

"Uh..." Zhu Bufan woke up groggily, feeling pain all over his body, and couldn't help but moan.

"Young Master Feng, how do you feel?" the woman asked softly, her eyes misty.

"Aunt Rong!" Seeing the visitor, the indifference on Zhu Bufan's face finally faded, and he forced a smile despite the pain all over.

"Young Master Feng, how are you? Where does it hurt?" The woman Zhu Bufan called Aunt Rong asked with concern.

"I'm fine! Haven't I already gotten used to this?" Zhu Bufan smiled faintly. From childhood, getting injured and beaten was nothing new.

Seeing Zhu Bufan like this, Aunt Rong sighed, not knowing how to comfort him.

"Aunt Rong, why have you come? Didn't you bring medicine again?" Zhu Bufan said lightly, changing the subject.

"Oh, right, this is the Detoxification Ointment from Young Master Zhu Wu. I heard you were injured and secretly took a little!" Aunt Rong whispered, pulling out a small blue and white porcelain bottle from her bosom.

"Aunt Rong, haven't I told you many times? You shouldn't do this. What if you get caught?" Seeing this, Zhu Bufan's expression became serious, his brow furrowed.

Over the years, whether it was during cultivation or being secretly bullied, Zhu Bufan got injured every few days. Aunt Rong, who managed the daily lives of the Zhu Wu family of three, utilized this convenience to secretly give some of Zhu Wu's frequently used medicinal remedies to Zhu Bufan.

"Young Master Feng, I watched you grow up, and it was you who paid for my parents' funeral expenses. That's a great kindness I have always remembered, and I can only help you in these matters," Aunt Rong shook her head and said.

"Aunt Rong, it's not that I don't accept your help, I'm worried about you. If our actions are discovered, at the very least it will result in a thirty lash punishment, which your body can't withstand!" Zhu Bufan expressed his worries.

It's actually quite ironic that among the entire Zhu Family, all related by blood, the affection he sought was found in a servant with whom he shared no blood relation. Zhu Bufan had always secretly considered Aunt Rong a true family member.

Similarly, Aunt Rong also reciprocated these feelings. Apart from being busy with her own duties, she always took care of Zhu Bufan, making new clothes for him, tidying his room, and so on.

"Master Feng, don't worry. Young Master Wu has so many medicinal ointments, I only took a little; it won't be noticed. Let me apply the medicine for you!" Aunt Rong reassured.

Hearing this, Zhu Bufan stopped refusing. He was constantly enduring the pain, which was unbearable. He took off his upper garments, revealing his solid muscles, which, due to years of cultivation, had not an ounce of excess fat and were extremely well-proportioned.

However, now his body was mostly covered in purple bruises, bulging here and indented there, the contusions all too apparent.

Opening the bottle, Aunt Rong dipped her fingertips in the ointment and gently applied it on Zhu Bufan's body, being extremely tender in her movements, careful not to cause him more pain.

Even so, each movement of her fingertips still brought severe pain that made his whole body shiver, but he kept silent, gritting his teeth and enduring.

Detoxification Ointment indeed was a top-tier medicine; the fiery pain subsided greatly upon application, followed by a cool sensation that slowly spread, making Zhu Bufan almost moan in comfort.

Just then, a loud voice from outside the room shouted, "Insolent wench, what audacity!"

Hearing this, Aunt Rong was startled, her hands shook, and the porcelain vial slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor with a sound, shattering and filling the room with the scent of the medicine.

Immediately afterward, a young man slightly older than Zhu Bufan stormed in angrily.

It was Zhu Wu, the person they had just mentioned.

"You shameless wench, I noticed how sneaky you were coming out of the pharmacy today, and indeed you've stolen medicinal ointments. It's true what they say, you can never guard enough against a thief within your own household!" As he spoke, he glanced at Zhu Bufan and harshly slapped Aunt Rong's face in front of him.

*Slap*

Poor Aunt Rong, being a frail woman without any martial arts training, could not withstand Zhu Wu's angry slap.

Instantly, one side of Hui'er's face swelled up significantly, with five deep purple marks protruding, and fresh blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Following that, Aunt Rong spat out a mouthful of fresh blood containing several gleaming teeth.

"Hmph, you really do steal whatever is valuable! This bit of Detoxification Ointment is worth a bar of gold! And you applied it on this useless trash, what a waste!" Zhu Wu yelled fiercely. "I'd never think a lowly servant like yourself would dare steal, tell me, was it this trash Zhu Bufan who made you do it?" Zhu Wu glanced derisively at Zhu Bufan, his eyes flashing with cold light, clearly plotting something sinister.

"No, nobody instructed me; it was me. Seeing Master Zhu Bufan was injured, I took some Detoxification Ointment on my own accord, please spare my life, Young Master!" Aunt Rong had been looking after Zhu Wu for over ten years, and seeing the fierce look occasionally flashing in his eyes, she knew that if she allowed Zhu Bufan to be blamed for instigating this, the outcome would be unfavorable. So, she promptly took the blame upon herself.

"Is that so? Think carefully!" Zhu Wu's voice was chillingly indifferent.

"Truly, I dare not lie!" Aunt Rong asserted firmly.

Zhu Bufan was about to take responsibility but caught Aunt Rong subtly gesturing him not to.

Seeing Aunt Rong's demeanor, Zhu Bufan, always astute, quickly grasped the situation.

Being in Nanli City, his circumstances were already precarious, numerous people wishing to legitimately trample him underfoot, all they lacked was a suitable excuse. If he admitted now that he directed Aunt Rong, it would alleviate most of her burden, but his predicament would become dire; at worst, he might be imprisoned or expelled from the Zhu Family.

Of course, these consequences were Zhu Bufan's speculations, perhaps too dire, exaggerated, yet, he knew little about his own background and could hardly gauge the outcome of this matter. His arbitrary exile in Nanli City might just be someone's prelude to expelling him from the Zhu Family, an outcome he could not bear.

Thus, he could only suppress the resentment and empathy within him, withholding his fury and killing intent, and remained silent.

"Wretched wench, I didn't expect you had a compassionate heart, but some are just complete waste and cowards, and they won't empathize with you!" Zhu Wu glanced at Zhu Bufan, then sneered and kicked Aunt Rong in the abdomen.

Ah...

Aunt Rong cried out in pain, her face instantly turning deathly pale as large beads of sweat rolled down, and then she slowly collapsed to the ground.

"Trash!" Seeing that Zhu Bufan still showed no reaction, Zhu Wu knew that the outcome he desired would not emerge, and his mood to continue faded, "Someone, carry this wretched wench back; when she awakens, follow the clan's rules and administer thirty floggings!"

Zhu Bufan's eyes widened, veins bursting, and a vivid, icy killing intent filled them, intently watching Zhu Wu's retreating form. If glares could kill, Zhu Wu would have been riddled with holes.

"Zhu Wu, you'd better pray I never get the chance to rise again, otherwise, I will tear you to pieces…"

Each word thudded like it burst directly from Zhu Bufan's heart.