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A thin horse pulled a worn-out frame, and under the shouts and whacks of the coachman, it galloped all the way through the hard limestone road and finally arrived at Wan An Martial Arts School on the east side of the city.

Little Hai and Little Ying stuck their heads out and curiously looked at the magnificent dojo in front of them.

Qing Niang nodded while hugging her bag, "Ok, go quickly."

Nie Feng gave the coachman a few more instructions and headed straight for the dojo.

Today, the door to the dojo was wide open. A boy dressed in green was sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground with a broom.

Nie Feng stepped forward and greeted, "Little table."

Upon hearing the voice, the green-robed boy turned his head around, and when he saw Nie Feng, a huge smile broke out on his face. "Big brother Nie!"

He impatiently threw down the broom, ran over and pulled Nie Feng and said, "Master said that you'll be here today and told me to wait for you here. I'll take you to meet Master right now!"

Nie Feng smiled and rubbed his head, then took out a copper coin and stuffed it into his hand. "I'll buy you a tube of candy."

Bamboo canes were the most popular snack in the city for children. They were soft, sweet, and expensive, but only cost one copper coin each, saving a few days' worth of food.

"En!"

Holding the copper coin in his hand, the little table was beaming with joy. Thinking of the delicious bamboo canister of sugar, his saliva started to drip.

However, he did not forget his business and brought Nie Feng to the inner hall.

As they passed through the courtyard, many disciples of the dojo were already practicing martial arts and forging their bodies. Some of them even recognized Nie Feng.

Some of them were surprised, some had doubts, and some even pointed at Nie Feng while whispering to him.

Nie Feng looked straight ahead, ignoring all the noise.

There were basically two types of disciples in Wan An Martial Arts School: pro-disciples and apprentices.

There were around a dozen direct disciples. Either they had already become Star ranks, or they had a high chance of breaking through to the Star ranks. The person who had a conflict with Nie Feng, Zhang Mo, was the eldest disciple.

There were at least sixty to seventy apprentices, basically all under twenty-five years old. Nie Feng's previous self was one of them.

There was a huge difference in status and treatment between direct disciples and apprentices. The former was the core strength of the head, and the latter was just a tool to make money.

Of course, if a disciple showed talent and abilities beyond his peers, he could also become a direct disciple.

There were around seventy to eighty disciples of Wan An Martial Arts School. Including the family of the school's master, Wan Shangzhi, and his servants, there were more than a hundred people in the school.

However, Wan Shangzhi's ambition was obviously not satisfied!

In the inner hall, Nie Feng once again met this Master Wan An. The latter was accompanied by his daughter, Wan Yunfang.

Wan Shangzhi seemed very happy when he saw Nie Feng coming over. He smiled as he chatted with Nie Feng for a while. Afterwards, he told Nie Feng to sit down and let his daughter prepare some tea.

Wan Yunfang left angrily.

This young miss Wan An Martial Arts School's daughter didn't have the slightest good impression of Nie Feng. Now that she saw him again, she didn't act like she was angry. It was all because her father was present.

Now that he was assigned to serve tea and water to Nie Feng, it would be weird if he was happy!

Unavoidably, Nie Feng rolled his eyes.

Wan Shangzhi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This daughter of mine has been spoiled badly by me. Please don't take offense to it."

Nie Feng smiled and said, "The young miss's straightforward personality is also Nie Feng's fault for his sloppy conduct in the past."

Wan Shangzhi laughed.

After he made the decision to put Nie Feng back into the sect, he specially investigated Nie Feng. Of course, he knew how useless that Nie Er had been in the past.

It was a complete transformation today!

"Don't mention the past …"

He waved his hand and said: "From today onwards, you are the chief disciple of Wan An Martial Arts School. Wait a minute, I will take you to see my martial brother."

"Thank you, Head!"

Nie Feng cupped his fist in thanks, and hesitated for a moment.

Wan Shangzhi was a smart and experienced person. He immediately saw through it: "Is there something else?"

Nie Feng said in a deep voice, "Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that the head agreed to lend me a house on the south side of the city. I want to move there right now. I wonder if it's convenient?"

Wan Shangzhi was surprised: "It's not inconvenient at all. The house has always been empty. I just want someone to clean it first before I let you live there. There's no problem moving there now."

"What happened to you?"

Moving to a new residence was a good thing, but it was only a few days away. Logically speaking, Nie Feng shouldn't be in such a hurry.

Wan Shangzhi deduced that Nie Feng must have run into some trouble.

Nie Feng didn't answer directly. Instead, he took out the warning letter from last night and handed it over to Wan Shangzhi with both hands.

Wan Shangzhi took it and looked at it carefully. He frowned: "Fierce Tiger Gang?"

"Yes …"

Nie Feng nodded and answered, "A few days ago, a little leader of the Fierce Tiger Gang came looking for trouble with me and got chased away by me. Then, last night, they threw a dead dog's head in my yard and this letter."

Wan Shangzhi flipped the letter and disdainfully said: "A bunch of cats and dogs. You don't need to care about them. Let's see if they dare to come to my Wan An Martial School to cause trouble!"

He knew very well what kind of people the Fierce Tiger Gang was, it was simply because they had some connections with the Mayor's mansion. They would form a gang and commit evil acts, but they would only dare to confine their territory in the west side of the city.

The Fierce Tiger Gang's leader, Dong Feihu, was only a high-ranked Black Iron Warrior. His cultivation base was the same as Wan Shangzhi's eldest disciple, Zhang Mo.

Of course, if it wasn't necessary, Wan Shangzhi didn't want to get entangled with this kind of gangster. A small character might get into big trouble, not to mention the gangs in the martial arts world.

However, as long as he was willing to show his face, he was definitely more than enough to protect Nie Feng!

"Are you worried about your family? "That's alright, you can just move over later."

The residence that Wan Shangzhi lent Nie Feng was in the south side of the city. The Fierce Tiger Gang didn't have the guts to run over there and stir up trouble.

Nie Feng stood up and bowed again. "Thank you, Master!"

Wan Shangzhi smiled: "It's just a small matter. Let's go now."

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