Who Said My Wife Is A Demon!

Inside the yamen, the atmosphere was complex and oppressive.

After walking for a short while, an open field came into view.

It was the training ground where the yamen guards usually practiced.

Yang Shifei noticed many guards with swords waiting in the corners, presenting a vigilant front.

On the way here, Luo Xian’er had explained the purpose of their visit: to find a suitable sparring partner in the yamen. But the scene before them was quite imposing.

“At last, you’ve arrived?”

A deep voice resounded like a muffled drum, causing Yang Shifei’s expression to change slightly.

He looked ahead and saw a middle-aged man wearing prisoner’s clothing emerging from behind a wooden stake. His robust physique exuded a strong sense of oppression, with disheveled hair and a pair of sharp tiger-like eyes glaring fiercely.

Murderous intent.

Yang Shifei instinctively tensed up, feeling the danger emanating from the man.

The threat this person posed far exceeded that of the black-clothed man from a few days ago!

Despite his seemingly casual stance, his legs were as steady as old trees, his hands covered in intersecting scars, indicating numerous battles he had been through.

“You’re the young lady of the Luo family?”

The man in prisoner’s clothing glared with killing intent, his voice heavy, “Sending people to encircle my Feilin Gang, you’ve got some nerve.”

Luo Xian’er’s gaze was indifferent, seemingly unaffected by his hostility.

“The Feilin Gang has already been wiped out,” she said calmly. “But this person, as the leader, has decent martial arts skills. I’ve instructed the officials to keep him here for you to spar with.”

Yang Shifei nodded in understanding, but he was also a bit astonished.

Miss Luo acted swiftly indeed.

“In martial arts, actual combat is paramount,” Luo Xian’er continued calmly. “You’ve just started practicing the ‘Triple Forest Crossing’ technique and are still familiarizing yourself with it. It would be beneficial for you to engage in a direct confrontation with the creator of this technique.”

“Heh!”

The leader of the Feilin Gang sneered suddenly, his eyes slightly narrowed, veins popping on his forehead.

“Luo Xian’er, you’re truly arrogant to think you can control me, Li Xiaolin, so easily!”

He took a sudden step forward, his momentum soaring.

At the same time, the officials lurking around almost instantly moved into action, their long swords ringing out sharply as a dozen blades were held against his neck.

Li Xiaolin, the leader of the Feilin Gang, halted in his tracks, surveying his surroundings with a hint of astonishment.

This woman, what exactly is her background, that she can be protected by the officials of the East City in such a manner?

Recalling the scene of yesterday’s ‘military pressure,’ even he felt a tingling sensation on his scalp. He never imagined that the Feilin Gang would face a thorough siege by the East City authorities, leaving no room for recovery.

Clearly, based on previous inquiries, this woman only had a background in commerce and trade. But now—

“Is it too dangerous?” At this moment, Yang Shifei stood in front of Luo Xian’er, his expression grave, and turned back, saying, “If this person goes berserk, can the surrounding soldiers hold him back?”

He could tell that although these soldiers were all skilled, they were no match for the Feilin Gang leader in the field.

“No need to worry.” Luo Xian’er just said softly, “This person won’t act recklessly. You just need to make your move.”

Yang Shifei scanned his surroundings, deep in thought.

He speculated that there were other powerful martial artists within the government, otherwise Li Xiaolin wouldn’t be obedient like this.

“You think you’re so clever!”

Li Xiaolin laughed heartily, “You have power and influence, and I, a mere commoner of the rivers and lakes, indeed cannot resist. But this white-faced youngster by your side, with his slender arms and legs, dares to learn the martial arts of my Feilin Gang. I can crush him with just one hand!”

Luo Xian’er didn’t even glance at him, coldly saying: “Chief Constable Tie.”

“Miss Luo.”

A cool breeze suddenly appeared, and a stern man appeared instantly three meters away, wearing a black mask on half of his face, respectfully bowing, “What are your orders?”

Yang Shifei showed surprise on his face, not realizing when this person had appeared.

Li Xiaolin’s grin froze, feeling stunned.

This Chief Constable Tie Hanyang was the number one constable in the East City, with formidable martial arts skills, almost reaching the level of a grandmaster. In the past, he was elusive, but now…

He was bowing and scraping before this woman?

“My fiancé has only recently started practicing martial arts.” Luo Xian’er didn’t look back, “Please, Chief Constable, be more vigilant.”

The Chief Constable glanced at Yang Shifei and solemnly clasped his fist, “Rest assured, Li Xiaolin won’t stir up trouble.”

“As long as you’re confident.”

Luo Xian’er glanced at Yang Shifei’s right arm, “The wound hasn’t healed yet. Remember to be careful. If you feel uncomfortable, we can come back another time.”

“Miss Luo cares so much, I can’t turn back home in embarrassment.” Yang Shifei put away his thoughts and smiled at her, “I’ll do my best.”

Luo Xian’er nodded slightly.

Seeing Yang Shifei descending the steps, she finally glanced at Li Xiaolin.

“If you act recklessly when you strike, you’ll die.”

“…”

With this statement, a wave of chill swept through the training ground.

The dozen or so soldiers present, including Li Xiaolin, couldn’t help but look at Yang Shifei, their thoughts complicated.

This woman with overwhelming power and influence turned out to be this man’s fiancée, truly arousing envy and jealousy.

“Let’s begin.”

Yang Shifei took a deep breath, his expression calm, as he took the initiative to assume a stance.

He wasn’t interested in saying much to these people. Since Luo Xian’er asked him to come to learn martial arts, he would focus on learning. Other than that, there was no need to consider anything else.

The soldiers looked at each other and silently sheathed their blades, making way once again.

Li Xiaolin stretched his neck and let out a low, cold laugh. “Boy, you’re really lucky. With such a woman backing you up—”

“Please teach me the ‘Triple Forest Crossing Technique.'”

Yang Shifei stood tall, his gaze gradually sharpening, as a cold aura quietly circulated within him.

Facing a formidable opponent, he didn’t feel afraid. Instead, under the influence of the cold aura, he became extremely indifferent.

Seeing that he had no intention of communicating, Li Xiaolin just sneered coldly and strode forward aggressively. “You think you can challenge me with just having learned my Feilin Gang’s martial arts?!”

A heavy pressure surged like a raging torrent, layering with each step he took. By the time he raised his arm and clenched his fist, his aura had already reached its peak.

Seeing the opponent twist his body and throw a punch, Yang Shifei narrowed his eyes, remaining calm even in the face of danger.

The heavy fist seemed to leave residual shadows in its wake, far beyond what the black-clothed man had been capable of. However, Yang Shifei seemed to anticipate the danger, every muscle twitching in response, allowing him to skillfully dodge the attack.

“Is that really the body movement technique of my Feilin Gang?”

Li Xiaolin’s brow twitched slightly as he took a step forward, suddenly shifting from a punch to a palm strike.

His five fingers were tough and sharp, containing internal energy. A single strike from them could pierce even through a stone wall.

But Yang Shifei had already anticipated this move, stepping back and simultaneously striking with his fist to deflect the opponent’s palm, creating distance between them.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Yang Shifei took several steps back, dispelling the overwhelming force that had enveloped his body.

His expression remained calm as he shook his slightly numb left arm, recalling the mnemonic diagrams in his mind.

The Triple Forest Crossing Technique, when perfected, could generate three layers of internal energy. It required ten years of hard practice to achieve, allowing the internal breath to transform into hidden energy.

But in the next moment, the cold energy within his body spread out like branches and leaves, quickly converging into the principles of the technique, gathering powerful force in his left palm.

“You’re quite good at dodging,” Li Xiaolin said with a slight movement of his muscles, his entire body’s muscles tensing up as he laughed coldly, “But it’s a pity you’re too young. Let me teach you a lesson!”

As he stepped forward, his gaze swept across the training ground, secretly clicking his tongue.

Although he didn’t know this kid’s identity, it wouldn’t hurt to go easy and play with him a bit.

“Kid, watch my punch!”

With a decision made, Li Xiaolin suddenly roared angrily, throwing a punch straight at Yang Shifei.

The fist wind surged, and Yang Shifei’s eyes narrowed as he quickly raised his hand to block in front of his chest.

With a dull thud, dust scattered all around.

However, Li Xiaolin’s expression changed first, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, staggering back several meters. Just as he steadied himself, he couldn’t help but shout in shock and anger: “How do you know my ‘Triple Internal Strength’!”