Chapter 39: The Good Deed That Was Done, The Evil Act That Could Not Be Endured (Part 2)

  "Huh?!"

  "No way!"

  In the Nine Orifices Stone Boundary, a mournful howl echoed, its sorrow and desolation, as if

  The dragon returns to the great sea, Dead Sea; The fierce tiger climbs the mountain, Tongshan Mountain.

  The Dead Sea is too salty, fish and shrimp can't survive; Tongshan is desolate, grass and trees don't grow.

  Ning Feng's situation is not so bad, slightly better.

  "That's all..."

  He leaned over the edge of the pool, as if he wanted to jump in.

  What's inside? A little gold and water, not much.

  A thin layer of gold water moistened the pool, so thin that it was almost invisible. Even when Ning Feng blew strongly, no ripples appeared on its surface.

  Too shallow.

  "Rummaging through, can I have a cup?"

  Ning Feng fell to the ground, looking at the green mountains in front of him, still unchanged, and the clear sky above his head, thinking bitterly, "At least there's an increase, isn't there?"

  It's true that there is an increase, but the amount of increase is so small that he doesn't even have the enthusiasm to try shouting and exercising his body.

  This is far from it.

  "By this calculation......" Ning Feng counted on his fingers, "even if I were to accumulate a whole pool of good deeds, all the good things in the world wouldn't be enough for me."

  "There must be something wrong somewhere."

  Ning Feng sprang up from the ground and his shadow enveloped the entire Jiukong Stone Boundary.

  "It's a waste of good food if you don't eat it, but it's also a pity to throw it away."

  After a good while, he reluctantly stopped, scribbled a few words, and left with his head hung low.

  A basin of cold water poured down on his head, and Ning Feng's enthusiasm for doing good deeds was all gone. As for what could be done, in the past, he had already used his divine palace resources in Chaoyang Town to make a clean slate.

  What about repairing bridges and roads, providing porridge and building houses? Even if someone breaks a leg first, he will go and treat it afterwards. What else can't be done?

  The more Ning Feng walks on the road, the more depressed he becomes.

  The streets were bustling, and after his recent efforts, Chaoyang Town not only avoided the chaos caused by foreign cultivators as in previous years, but instead became prosperous.

  Listening to the noise of the world in his ears, Ning Feng shrugged his shoulders, and his mind slightly calmed down. He thought: "After all, it's not a waste, and things aren't done in vain."

  Just then, a loud, harsh noise came:

  "You're so greedy and won't die, you actually dare to hide money? Are you planning to buy a coffin for yourself?"

  Ning Feng furrowed his brow, feeling inexplicably annoyed. He looked in the direction of the sound, and the next moment, his eyebrows shot up instantly.

  At the corner of the alley, a big and tall man with his shirt open, revealing his hairy chest, snatched some loose silver coins from an old beggar woman's hand, still cursing.

  Han was reeking of wine all over his body, with stains of wine and meat on his clothes, staggering as he walked, clearly still drunk.

  "My son, I've been saving that money thinking of leaving it for you to get a wife and continue the family line. Otherwise, if I were to pass away, who would take care of you?"

  "Cough cough cough, cough cough cough~~"

  The old beggar woman suddenly started coughing violently, her voice was intermittent, and finally even the sound of her coughing seemed weak, as if she didn't have enough strength to support herself.

  The big Han spat, flailed his arm wildly, and knocked the old beggar woman to the ground. He tossed down a broken bowl: "Get out of here and go beg for money! I'm going to play a couple rounds, and when I get back, we'll still have to drink some wine. Get lost! If you can't even scrounge up enough cash, don't bother coming back!"

  Just as Ning Feng turned his head around, he happened to see this scene.

  He recognized the old beggar woman at a glance, and even the silver that was snatched away by the big and rough man looked familiar. Wasn't it what he had given out just a few days ago?

  The old beggar woman's clothes were tattered and worn, but they had been washed until they were spotlessly clean and white. Her hair was sparse and neatly combed. Wasn't she Old Mrs. Qiu?

  "Bastard!"

  A gust of nameless fire suddenly burst out, and with big strides, he went over.

  "Halt!"

  The drunkard was holding onto the silver ingot and was about to turn around when the wrist that was holding the ingot felt like it was being clamped by an iron pincer, causing a pain that pierced into his bones.

  "Ow ow ow, let go, let go, who are you?!"

  He bent over like a shrimp, his face completely red, and turned around with difficulty. He saw the person holding him down helping Old Lady Qiu up with their other hand.

  "Pain? You damn beast, you should be in pain to wake up."

  The wind was blowing fiercely, and he shouted: "Take a closer look, this is the mother who gave birth to you and raised you. Don't you see that she's burning with fever?"

  Qiu's grandmother struggled to stretch out her hand, as if to let Ning Feng release her son, but she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand.

  Her face was flushed with a crimson glow, and the heat emanating from her body could be felt several feet away. There was no doubt that she had taken a turn for the worse.

  Ning Feng saw that bit of silver and knew, the old beggar woman must not have listened to him and taken the silver to treat her illness, but had carefully hidden it away, planning to save up enough to find a daughter-in-law for her son.

  There is such a mother, a rough and uneducated man, who spends his days drinking and gambling, repeatedly driving out his seriously ill mother to beg, saying he is a beast, which insults beasts.

  "Mind your own business!"

  The big Han flashed a look of shame, stiffened his neck and roared: "You still want to rob me, get out, Master is not easy to mess with."

  As he spoke, he raised his huge fist and was about to strike.

  Ning Feng let out a cold laugh and with a flick of his arm, the big man let out a miserable cry as he was flung to the ground.

  He was about to move forward again when the old beggar woman coughed, grabbed his arm, and begged with a sorrowful expression: "Don't... don't go..."

  Ning Feng furrowed his brow and helped the excited old beggar woman sit down slowly.

  Before he could speak, the drunkard lying on the ground suddenly shouted loudly: "Robbery! Someone robbed money!"

  "How dare you?!"

  The fire that had just been slightly extinguished by the gentle breeze flared up again, and with a fierce glare at the past, the big man shouted even more fiercely: "He's not human, he robbed me of the money I was going to take my mother to see a doctor~~"

  The big fellow slapped the ground, pulled his throat, and the street was already dusty. With a handful of snot and a handful of tears, he really looked quite pitiful.

  "You..."

  A surge of stifling air in Ning Feng's heart, almost bursting to explode.

  What is called "turning things upside down" and what is called "distorting facts", I have learned today.

  The loud roar of Da Han immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the entire street.

  Ning Feng looked around and saw countless strange gazes cast over.

  There are suspicions, disdain, onlookers, and also those who rub their fists in anticipation.

  The place where the old beggar woman was driven out by Da Han is obviously a deliberately chosen and newly divided area, all of whom are outsiders, with only a few knowing them and their true nature.

  His over-the-top behavior, a grown man wailing in the street, actually managed to garner quite a bit of sympathy.

  "Have I become a bad person?"

  Ning Feng was a bit at a loss for words, having worked hard for several days to do good deeds, but with just one loud shout from this big man, he was labeled as a bad person.

  There are many ways to resolve this matter. Why can't he just beat up the drunkard on the street? With his identity as a direct descendant of the gods, who can stop him?

  Having done good deeds for a long time, when it comes to being a "bad guy", Ning Feng hesitated for a moment.

  Just then, another shout came from the other end of the street.

  "It's him!"

  "It was him who hit me."

  A gaunt and angular man with a triangular eye came over loudly, followed by seven or eight sturdy men with tiger-like backs and bear-like waists, all of whom glared over.

  Triangle eyes...

  Ning Feng raised his head and looked at the sky, feeling that this day was really a bit too coincidental, all colliding together.

  Isn't this triangular-eyed guy the one who bumped into Li Xiaobai and extorted money from him that day?

  "Is it you who hit him? If there's a kind of hitting, then there's a kind of not running away!"

  Several strong men pushed away the onlookers and strode towards this side in big strides.

  "Am I going to be beaten again?"

  Ning Feng shook his head, and the air stuck in his chest grew several times thicker.

  Li Bai and his big white were not there, the people who witnessed the collision process that day were not there, several tall men came out with a bitter master's identity, full of righteous indignation, and surrounded by groups of onlookers whose eyes became increasingly strange.

  A feeling like having an ant on one's back.

  "So this is what it feels like to be a bad person?"

  Ning Feng's fists clenched involuntarily.

  "I've been struggling here for a few days, and these people still don't know who I am? It's really the ignorant are fearless."

  A group of big men, rushing forward in a straight line, more than ten zhang away;

  A drunkard sprawled on the ground, several feet away.

  A voice came from the crowd, familiar to the extreme: "Son, you're here too."

  Ning Caichen squeezed out of the crowd, holding a stack of books in one hand and a basket in the other, waving hello as he walked over.

  He had a smile on his face, the basket slung over his arm, and he shook it vigorously with his forearm, as if afraid that his own son would not see him.

  "Not good!"

  Ning Feng's face changed greatly, Ning Cai Chen suddenly appeared, and happened to block the way of a group of big men.

  "Get out of the way!"

  The big man in front waved his hand impatiently, pushing away the people blocking his way. Ning Caichen didn't notice him and was knocked off balance by the big man, letting out a cry of "aiya" as he stumbled sideways for several steps, almost falling to the ground on his butt.

  The man didn't fall, but the basket fell to the ground, spilling out a basket of pens, ink, paper and inkstones, along with a brand new set of blue scholar's robes.

  A new robe bought for Ning Feng.

  Two men, father and son, Ning Caichen was particularly fond of blue, while Ning Feng had a special liking for green.

  Ning Caichen's soul had just settled when he started to feel heartache for his clothes, his face full of pain and "aiyo" sounds non-stop.

  Ning Feng was initially startled, then calmed down, his face cold as ice.

  "I ask everyone to uphold justice, this person has robbed me of the silver money I was going to use to treat my mother's illness."

  The drunkard is shouting loudly, while the old beggar woman is coughing so severely that she can't speak and is on the verge of fainting.

  "How dare you hit someone? Come on, are you going to bully the weak and small? Let's practice with Grandpa."

  The sturdy fellow swung his fists as if he had just knocked down several people and was still itching for a fight.

  On the street, countless eyes gathered together, with everyone watching!

  Hahaha~

  Ning Feng looked up at the sky and let out a hearty laugh, "I couldn't help it, I really couldn't bear it anymore."

  "You've done many good deeds, so what if you do something bad today?!"

  "I won't scold you today, I'm not in a good mood."

  Ning Feng took a step forward, not too many, just a few feet, and didn't quite hit the mark, but instead stepped on the drunkard's chest.

  A twist of the ankle, a roll, and a burst of strength.

  "Crunch!"

  The sound of a rib cracking can be heard clearly even on a bustling street.

  The big man who came over with a fierce momentum was startled and stopped there, hesitating not to move forward.

  Is this the good old man in the triangular eye?

  It doesn't look like it at all, too cruel and ruthless.

  "Didn't you say this was for medical expenses?"

  Ning Feng didn't even glance down at his feet, the drunkard was in so much pain he couldn't make a sound, gasping for air like a bellows, "Then take it to treat the injury."

  He slammed the silver coin, hitting the drunkard's forehead right on target. The coin flew high into the air and landed with a thud when it fell to the ground. At that moment, a huge bump swelled up from the drunkard's head, and he happily fainted.

  "And you."

  Ning Feng looked up and saw a group of big men, as large as crabs, swaggering out of the crowd.

  "You're saying I'm fighting on the street?"

  "So I really did get into a fight today."

  One step, two steps, three steps.

  Ning Feng spoke as he walked, taking three steps that were like the galloping of a horse, each step landing made him lunge forward, leaving behind a trail of gray smoke like a dragon.

  A group of big men hadn't figured out the situation, how did a good cat turn into a violent man-eating tiger in the blink of an eye? Ning Feng used his shoulder and forcibly charged into their crowd.

  In the blink of an eye, a loud cry of "Ah ya ya" burst out, and seven or eight big men fell to the ground in all directions, splitting into five or six different directions, each one sent flying.

  That miserable cry, that soaring posture, and the curved shape when it fell to the ground, like a cooked shrimp. It didn't look like someone was hit, but rather trampled by a herd of wild horses.

  The newspaper arrives quickly.

  Just now they were still colliding with people, but now one by one they are all broken and shattered, don't know how many bones, lying on the ground screaming desperately.

  Ning Feng walked out calmly, stretching his limbs, and with a clear mind, he supported Ning Caichen, who had just picked up the things, and headed in the direction of their home.

  "Son, what's going on?"

  "It doesn't matter, the golden body is broken, I don't know if what's ahead will also be in vain, anyway, I can no longer bear it, so there's no need to bear it anymore."

  "I don't understand."

  "To put it simply: doing good things is boring, so let's do something bad for a change of pace."

  "Oh, I see~~ah?!"

  The father and son, gradually moving further apart.