Chapter Eighteen: Crisis and the Monkey (Second Update!)

Chapter Sixteen

Ye Feng was stunned. How could he be dead already? Such fragility—he truly couldn’t withstand any torment. Although the Great Elder was fated to die, the real question was why he’d gone so far as to kill Ye Feng. Was it all just for the position of family head?

With a mind full of questions, Ye Feng turned and cast a ‘wicked’ glance at the three young men of the Yuan family, who were already frozen in shock.

“I’ll ask, you’ll answer. If anyone dares to utter a word of nonsense… hmph…” Ye Feng approached the three step by step. As he spoke, he seemed to glance casually at the nearby Savage Bear.

“How did you end up with him?” Ye Feng pointed at the trio, who looked as if they were about to cry, then at Ye Li’s corpse, and asked.

There was no scheme or intrigue here, just a blatant threat—naked, undisguised intimidation.

Upon questioning, Ye Feng finally understood.

It turned out that the Great Elder’s branch of the Ye family had grown numerous and powerful, whereas the direct line counted only Ye Feng and Ye Long among the younger generation. After some deliberation, the Great Elder grew emboldened with evil intent, devising a plan to eradicate the direct line and promote his own descendants to the family head’s seat.

Coincidentally, both the Yuan and Zhou families were dissatisfied with the Ye family. The three sides conspired together, choosing Ye Feng as their first target. Clearly, they thought he was the easiest one to crush.

“So, the Great Elder wasn’t just being alarmist. This is bad—I need to inform Second Uncle at once!” After some thought, Ye Feng fully grasped the gravity of the situation.

Now that the Yuan and Zhou families had been exposed, they’d never just sit and wait for death. The only possibility was that they’d take desperate measures when the Ye family was least prepared.

Squeak, squeak…

As Ye Feng pondered, a strange cry echoed through the air.

Roar…

Upon hearing the sound, the Savage Bear reared up on its hind legs, clumsily but protectively placing itself in front of Ye Feng. It slapped its broad chest with a powerful paw, then let out a menacing roar toward the distance, as if issuing a warning.

But the next moment, who knows what it saw—its bravado vanished in an instant. It let out a terrified yelp, turned tail, and fled in a panic, all dignity lost.

“What was that?” Ye Feng was baffled. Was there something here even more terrifying than a Monster King?

“A…a monkey?” one of the Yuan youths stammered, timidly pointing at a nearby tree.

Whoosh…

No sooner had he spoken than a blurred white shadow flashed by like lightning, heading straight for the Yuan youth who’d pointed at it.

In the next instant, the boy collapsed limply to the ground, blood gushing from the crown of his head.

Ye Feng’s hair stood on end. The speed of that attack had been so fast he hadn’t even registered it.

Staring with a solemn expression at the diminutive figure—only thirty or forty centimeters tall—not far away, Ye Feng felt a shiver of fear rise within him. He had never experienced such a sensation before.

It was a small monkey, but unlike any ordinary creature—its entire body was covered in silver-white fur that glimmered brilliantly in the sunlight.

But when he saw its eyes, everyone was seized with terror. They were like burning iron balls, emitting a demonic red glow that made one’s heart tremble.

Ah…

One of the Yuan family youths, closest to the monkey, seemed to break down. He snatched up a spear—Heaven knows when he’d picked it up—and, without a second thought, thrust it wildly at the strange monkey.

Squeak, squeak…

The already tense atmosphere was shattered by his reckless attack. Startled, the monkey flicked its tail—nearly a meter long—sending it whipping through the air.

Boom! The silver-glowing tail sliced through the air, creating a shrill crack as if the very atmosphere couldn’t withstand the pressure.

Bang!

There was no contest of strength here—the spear had only just met the tail when it was sent flying back at even greater speed, slamming into the youth’s chest.

His chest caved in with a sickening crunch, and his body flew back like a kite with a broken string. Before he hit the ground, his head lolled at a grotesque angle.

Squeak, squeak…

The monkey shrieked again, then shot toward the last remaining Yuan youth like a bolt of silver lightning. In its eyes, anyone who attacked it was a villain—just like those it had already slain in the forest.

“Now’s the time!” Seeing his moment, Ye Feng launched his ‘Flood Dragon Steps,’ pursuing the monkey.

“Impudent beast!” he shouted, rapidly gathering spiritual energy. He unleashed a radiant golden ‘Dragon-Seizing Hand,’ slamming a palm toward the monkey, whose figure had just paused in midair.

To kill without warning—clearly, this monkey was no benevolent creature. Ye Feng had no choice but to steel himself and strike first.

He had no idea how powerful the monkey truly was, so he used his full strength in this attack, not daring to hold back in the slightest.

Squeak…

Seeing the massive golden palm print hurtling toward it, the monkey reacted in panic. Whether by instinct or design, it raised a forepaw, its body pausing bizarrely in the air.

Whoosh…

Then, something astonishing happened—a white spiritual light shot from the monkey’s forepaw.

Silently, the golden giant palm was melted away in the blink of an eye by that spiritual light. But the light did not lose momentum, continuing to surge toward Ye Feng.

“Crap…” he blurted, and with ‘Flood Dragon Steps,’ he tried to dodge—but too late.

Before he could move, the spiritual light slammed into his body.

A tremendous force crashed into him, as if he’d been struck by a speeding train. Out of control, Ye Feng flew backward, smashing into a tree trunk.

“Damn it! What kind of monster is this?” he groaned, his head reeling as he staggered to his feet. His whole body ached as if he were falling apart.

And yet, a ridiculous thought crossed his mind: “People in this world really are sturdy—after that, I still didn’t break any bones!”

Though his mind wandered, he dared not relax for a moment. That monstrous monkey, its blood-red eyes glowing, was still staring at him curiously.

Young Master Ye was furious. In his previous life, he’d been the one observing monkeys from behind the zoo’s iron bars; who’d have thought that in this life, he’d be scrutinized by a monkey in just the same way?

His blood boiled with indignation… but what could he do? His skills were inferior—no, not just inferior to a person, but to a monkey. He could only accept his fate.

“Villain…”

Hearing this barely intelligible word, Ye Feng’s eyes nearly popped from their sockets. The monkey had actually spoken, its words garbled like a baby learning to talk, as it cursed him.

“Ah…” Ye Feng gaped in shock, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. He’d expected a barrage of attacks, but this—just this?

“You…me…squeak, squeak…” The monkey pointed at Ye Feng, then at itself, gesturing wildly.

“He…he…squeak, squeak, squeak…” Then it pointed at the last Yuan youth and roared angrily.

Ye Feng understood. Carrying the aura of a Monster King, he was seen by this obviously juvenile monkey as one of its own. It was scolding him for attacking a fellow kind.

“Heh heh, yes, yes… I’m with you… squeak, squeak… he’s dead, dead.” Ye Feng dusted himself off and stood up awkwardly, imitating the monkey’s gestures.

But before Ye Feng could rejoice, the monkey seemed to notice something. It pointed at him, then at itself, puzzled. “Squeak, you…me…squeak…”

Ye Feng wilted again. “Damn it, I’m not a monkey—how am I supposed to understand any of this ‘squeaking’?” But outmatched as he was, he could only shrug with feigned confusion and toss the question back to the monkey.

Clearly, the monkey was far smarter than Ye Feng. It pointed at him, then at the Yuan youth, and finally made a gesture toward itself with its claws.

“You mean, why do I look like them, while you look like—well, a monkey?” After pondering for a while, Ye Feng began to understand and tentatively asked.

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