“My father was the previous head of the Ouyang family and also the city lord of Dahuang City. But he suddenly passed away half a month ago, which is why I had to return home.”

At this point, a look of sadness appeared on Ouyang Xue's face.

Night Breeze comforted him, saying, "Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural course of life. There's no need to grieve for your father's death."

"Thank you, I feel much better after hearing what you said," Ouyang Xue said, rubbing her eyes.

Ye Feng patted Ouyang Xue's head and asked, "So you're planning to go back and inherit the position of family head, becoming the head of your Ouyang family and the city lord of Dahuang City?"

“No, I plan to let my eldest brother inherit it,” Ouyang Xue said without hesitation.

"Why? Are you willing to give up such great power?" Ye Feng continued to ask.

“I don’t think being a young master is bad at all. You can eat whatever you want, drink whatever you want, and play whatever you want. But if you become the head of the family or the city lord, you have a ton of things to deal with every day… Anyway, my father was always very busy when he was alive.”

"Since that's the case, why should I create so much trouble for myself? I'll just continue being the young master and let my older brother be the head of the family and have a headache!"

After saying that, Ouyang Xue's face lit up with a bright smile.

Night Breeze chuckled and said, "You really have no ambition at all."

Wu Shanhong's cold snort came from outside the car, indicating that he was dissatisfied with Ye Feng's words.

Suddenly, Ye Feng's expression changed slightly.

Because the night wind sensed a chilling aura rapidly approaching!

It seems Wu Shanhong's worries were justified; indeed, an assassin has come to attack Ouyang Xue!

However, although Ye Feng sensed the assassin's arrival, he did not make any unnecessary moves.

The driver outside, Wu Shanhong, is a martial artist who has reached the ninth level of the Separation and Union Realm. He should be able to handle this.

Sure enough, just as the assassin approached the carriage and was about to violently destroy it, Wu Shanhong spotted him.

"You scoundrel, stop!"

Wu Shanhong pulled on the reins and released a burst of internal energy, forcing the assassin back.

"Wu Shanhong, I didn't expect that after so many years, your strength has not only not declined but has become even stronger... You should only be half a step away from the True Yuan Realm, right?"

The assassin, dressed in black, stood on a tree branch and said with a cold laugh.

"You know me? Who are you?" Wu Shanhong asked angrily.

"Who I am is not important. What's important is that you and Ouyang Xue are about to die here!"

As soon as the assassin finished speaking, he swooped down from the sky like a large, black bird.

Wu Shanhong immediately leaped up and went to meet him.

Bang!

The two exchanged blows in mid-air. Wu Shanhong landed back on the ground, while the assassin flew back to a rock by the roadside.

"Eighth level of the Separation and Union Realm... Your realm is inferior to mine, yet you still want to kill me and the young master. You are truly shameless!" Wu Shanhong said coldly.

The assassin chuckled and pulled a dagger from his waist.

The dagger gleamed coldly, emanating an icy aura the moment it was drawn.

The surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped several degrees!

"I possess the seventh-grade spiritual weapon, the Xuanbing Dagger. Wu Shanhong, do you think I can kill you with this weapon?" The assassin sneered repeatedly.

Wu Shanhong's face turned extremely ugly.

Inside the carriage, Ouyang Xue frowned and said with a worried expression, "Oh no, Elder Wu's magical artifact was destroyed a month ago, and now he has no magical artifacts to use!"

Although the assassin's cultivation level was not as high as Wu Shanhong's, he had a seventh-grade spiritual weapon dagger in his hand.

However, Wu Shanhong had no magical artifacts available, so it would be a miracle if he could defeat the assassin!

After all, the difference in cultivation level is only one level, which is not enough to make up for the difference in spiritual artifacts!

"Wu Shanhong, prepare to die!"

The assassin moved like a shadow, appearing before Wu Shanhong in the blink of an eye.

Wu Shanhong roared and engaged the assassin in a fierce fight.

In just a short time, Wu Shanhong had several wounds on her body, and her wounds were turning blue and purple, clearly indicating that she had been poisoned by cold!

Wu Shanhong's speed is slowing down, and it is becoming increasingly difficult for him to mobilize his internal energy.

Knowing he was no match for the assassin and that continuing the fight would likely result in his death, Wu Shanhong shouted towards the carriage, "Young Master, hurry up and leave! I'll hold this guy off! You'll be safe once you get into the Great Wilderness City!"

"But……"

Ouyang Xue looked anxiously at Wu Shanhong, who was already at a disadvantage, her delicate face full of worry.

"If you don't leave now, we'll both die here!" Wu Shanhong roared.

Ouyang Xue still couldn't make up her mind, and the conflicted look on her face deepened.

Suddenly, Ye Feng smiled and said to Ouyang Xue, "Don't be afraid, your servant will defeat that assassin."

"Really? Why?" Ouyang Xue asked hurriedly.

Night Wind smiled without saying a word, offering no explanation.

Wu Shanhong was in grave danger and could be killed by the black-clad assassin at any moment.

However, at that moment, Ye Feng in the carriage suddenly flicked his finger, and a burst of Dragon Emperor True Qi shot out, piercing through the black-clad assassin's right hand.

A bloody hole appeared in the black-clad assassin's right wrist, and the Xuanbing Dagger in his hand naturally flew out and pierced the trunk of a large tree next to him.

"Who! Who attacked us with a sneak attack!"

The assassin in black, clutching his injured right hand, retreated wildly for dozens of meters before finally stopping.

Wu Shanhong was both surprised and delighted, and with quick reflexes, he pulled the Xuanbing Dagger from the tree next to him.

Although this Xuanbing Dagger doesn't suit his attributes, having it is better than having nothing!

"Come on, let's have another fight!" Wu Shanhong said with a loud laugh.

The assassin in black clutched his bleeding right hand, his eyes fixed on Wu Shanhong with resentment.

At this point, he had no chance of winning.

Not only was one of his hands crippled, but the seventh-grade spiritual weapon, the Xuanbing Dagger, also fell into Wu Shanhong's hands. How could he possibly fight now?

If he fights again, he will definitely be killed on the spot by Wu Shanhong!

"I will kill you, I swear!"

The assassin in black said through gritted teeth, then turned and disappeared into the woods.

Wu Shanhong did not pursue, for he was afraid of falling into a trap to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

After putting away the Xuanbing Dagger, Wu Shanhong returned to the carriage.

"That's great, Mr. Wu, you really won!" Ouyang Xue cheered.

Wu Shanhong was about to speak, but upon hearing Ouyang Xue's words, a look of confusion immediately appeared on his face.

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Shanhong asked, "Young Master, what do you mean by saying I actually won? Did you know all along that I would win?"

"He said it! He said you're sure to win!" Ouyang Xue shouted, pointing at Ye Feng.