The City’s Strongest Son-in-law Chapter 1229 - 1228: Doubts About His Identity

The servant remained on his knees, disheveled and covered in a cold sweat, a clear indication of a forceful kick. Realizing his slip of the tongue, he quickly prostrated himself, stammering, "Young Master, I was wrong, I apologize..."

Wang Junyi approached, his gaze arrogant as he looked down at the bowing servant. "Continue," he commanded.

The servant's body quivered slightly as he rephrased his words. "The Wu Family sent word that the individual is named Su Changfeng, a virtual nobody, utterly insignificant compared to you. With your capabilities, eliminating him would be as simple as crushing an ant."

"Su Changfeng?" A flicker of malice ignited in Wang Junyi's eyes. He longed to tear the man limb from limb, but Su Changfeng had been holed up within the Shen Family, too afraid to show his face. This meant Wang Junyi, despite his fury, was powerless to act.

He considered storming the Shen Family residence directly but feared incurring Shen Rushuang's displeasure. While Wang Junyi was often rash, his entire focus and patience were reserved for Shen Rushuang.

She was the woman he desired, and naturally, he did not wish for her to form any negative impressions of him due to some inconsequential waste of a person.

In Wang Junyi’s estimation, Shen Rushuang would eventually recognize his superior qualities and understand who was truly destined for her. Within Tianshui City, only he, Wang Junyi, possessed the appropriate stature to become her husband.

"Keep a close watch on the Shen Family. The moment Su Changfeng ventures out, inform me immediately!" Wang Junyi ordered.

"Yes," the servant replied, scrambling away in haste, terrified of incurring Wang Junyi’s wrath.

Shen Family.

Following his dispatch of the Fourth-rank Expert, Su Changfeng discreetly disposed of the body in a pond. This feat was best kept confidential for the time being, as few would readily accept that he had managed to defeat a Fourth-rank cultivator.

At this juncture, Su Changfeng experienced a peculiar sensation. Upon his initial arrival in the Tuo Shi Forbidden Land, a black hole had exerted a distinct pull on him, subtly suggesting a connection between that realm and himself.

He had initially anticipated this strange pull intensifying after reaching the Tianyuan Continent. However, he now felt nothing of the sort. The phenomena he could perceive clearly within the Forbidden Land remained elusive here. Could it be that this feeling of being summoned was not originated from the Tianyuan Continent itself? Su Changfeng couldn't help but furrow his brow.

After considerable contemplation, Su Changfeng remained without an answer and decided to cease dwelling on the enigma.

He approached the bed, observing the Shen Family estate spread out before him. The environment of the Tianyuan Continent truly felt like a sanctuary, a place conducive to peace and relaxation. As he inhaled the crisp air, Su Changfeng felt a pang of regret that Shen Hanxue and Ye Nianhai were not beside him.

"Miss, all the belongings have been accounted for, and indeed, nothing is missing," the maid reported.

Inside Shen Rushuang's chambers, the maid conveyed the findings of her meticulous inventory. Every item had been scrutinized, confirming the absence of any losses.

"It appears my supposed husband is a man of hidden means!" Shen Rushuang remarked with a smile.

"Impossible, he couldn't even afford a cup of tea back then!" the maid exclaimed, her curiosity piqued.

Shen Rushuang offered a slight smile. "Precisely why I say he possesses hidden depths. He deliberately conceals his wealth, undoubtedly for a specific reason. We know so little about his background. It's possible he hails from a distinguished family, yet circumstances have led him here."

The primary reason for Shen Rushuang's speculation was her disbelief that Su Changfeng could genuinely vanquish a Fourth-rank Expert. After all, in a small locale like Tianshui City, where could one find cultivators surpassing the Fourth-rank? Furthermore, Su Changfeng’s seemingly frail physique gave no indication of martial prowess.

"Miss, are you implying that individual originates from a prominent lineage?" the maid inquired, surprised.

Shen Rushuang nodded. "It’s a distinct possibility. His claim of having lost his memory is likely just a fabrication."

Shen Rushuang was undeniably astute, yet sometimes, excessive intelligence could be a double-edged sword. In this instance, her highly analytical mind led her to construct an elaborate theory, a characteristic of her habitual thought process. When faced with a situation, she tended to overcomplicate matters, inadvertently obscuring the actual truth.

"Miss, do you still intend to eliminate him?" the maid asked. If Su Changfeng were truly insignificant, his life or death would be inconsequential. However, given the possibility of his noble origins, a reassessment was certainly in order.

Shen Rushuang found herself wavering; her initial thought was that Su Changfeng, having lost his memory, was expendable, and his death would be inconsequential. However, the circumstances had shifted. If he hailed from a prestigious lineage, Su Changfeng's life suddenly held considerably more value.

A new consideration emerged for Shen Rushuang: if she could maintain firm control over Su Changfeng, he might prove to be an invaluable asset to her future ambitions.

"I will ascertain his background. Should he prove beneficial to us, retaining him would be no detriment," Shen Rushuang declared.

The hunting tournament, previously scheduled, would proceed as planned, but her objective had transformed. Instead of outright elimination, her decision would now hinge on his perceived worth. Su Changfeng's survival was now contingent upon his usefulness.

To Shen Rushuang, Su Changfeng was merely a pawn, his fate subject entirely to her caprice, completely within her authority.

"The young lady is indeed astute."

Meanwhile, Su Changfeng remained confined to the courtyard for an extended period, experiencing a growing sense of frustration. Despite the Shen Family's sprawling estate, the restriction on his freedom chafed.

More crucially, he harbored a specific objective. Lingering within the Shen Family's confines indefinitely meant delaying the resolution of Tuo Shi's predicament and his return home.

Furthermore, regarding Chen Qingqing, despite his prolonged stay, he had gathered no intelligence. The thought of passively awaiting his fate was unbearable.

"It appears the time has come to confront Wang Junyi. Concealment cannot be a permanent solution!" Su Changfeng couldn't help but lament. Though he preferred to avoid any drastic actions, the urgency of the situation left him with few alternatives.

As he approached the main entrance, a maidservant dispatched by Shen Rushuang intercepted him.

"Do you not recall my prior warning? Wang Junyi's operatives are stationed beyond the Shen Family's grounds. Should you venture outside, are you aware of the potential repercussions?" the maid inquired, her expression stern as she addressed Su Changfeng.

Despite being married to Shen Rushuang, Su Changfeng was never afforded respect by the inhabitants of the Shen Family Mansion. His standing was even lower than that of the common retainers.

Even passing servants would cast disdainful glances his way, let alone Shen Rushuang's trusted confidante.

"I merely sought some fresh air outside," Su Changfeng offered as an explanation.

"Fresh air?" The maid scoffed, retorting, "There's no harm in that, but if it costs you your life, the price is far too steep."

"That seems unlikely. While Wang Junyi is the City Lord's son, surely he wouldn't resort to indiscriminate killing?" Su Changfeng questioned.