The fierce man was none other than Chen Ziao, the eldest son of Chen Jiao, the Chairman of the Blood Flood Dragon Group.

The members of the Blood Flood Dragon Group dared not be disrespectful to him.

"Hmm?"

Shen Xinhe turned around, locking eyes with Chen Ziao.

Chen Ziao was momentarily stunned, and his gaze turned fiery in an instant.

From afar, he had already found Shen Xinhe's figure appealing, wanting to show off a little. He hadn't expected that up close, she was even more stunning—such a rare beauty was a once-in-a-lifetime find. Meeting her must be a gift from the heavens, definitely not to be missed.

"Pa."

Chen Ziao raised his hand and slapped the leader of the small squad heavily across the face. The blow sent the man flying several meters, teeth scattered, lying on the ground spitting blood, unable to get up.

There was no mercy in that blow.

"You bastard, who told you to bully others by power? How dare you be rude to this lady—you deserve to be beaten."

After harshly scolding the half-dead squad leader, he turned his gaze back to Shen Xinhe, smilingly saying,

"Miss, my men are ignorant and offended you. I apologize to you. My father hasn't appeared for years, but he came out today, causing quite a stir. Everyone is gathering here, and the Wind and Rain Corridor Bridge is the best spot to watch. Since it seems we were meant to meet, why don't we go up and take a look together?"

"Your father, and you are?"

Shen Xinhe had no favorable impression of Chen Ziao, her eyes showing a hint of annoyance.

Yet Chen Ziao, unaware, boasted with pride, saying,

"My father is the number one expert in Qin Province, Chen Jiao, Chairman of the Blood Flood Dragon Group. I'm Chen Ziao."

Mentioning his father, Chen Ziao was brimming with enthusiasm.

In his mind, he envisioned that with his extraordinary status, the woman before him would surely throw herself at him after knowing who he was, and he might just win her over tonight.

But little did he know, Shen Xinhe's background was far more distinguished. Moreover, Shen Xinhe, used to seeing much of the world, greatly despised these kinds of spoiled brats who relied on family connections to show off outside.

Her disgust grew stronger.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in being friends with you. Let's just watch separately."

Speaking, Shen Xinhe, along with Uncle Zhong, ascended the Wind and Rain Corridor Bridge on their own.

The few small lackeys blocking the path looked at Chen Ziao, but no one dared to move.

"Young Master, what should we do?"

"Should we go ahead and tie her up for you and send her to your room?"

One of the toadies whispered.

Chen Ziao's face turned dark, though he was indeed thinking that way. Being ignored by Shen Xinhe, he was even more unwilling to admit defeat just like that.

"Forget it, I don't need such lowly tactics. Any woman I, Chen Ziao, take a fancy to, she must willingly come to my bed."

"She must be from out of town and doesn't know the power of my father and the Blood Flood Dragon Group. That's why she's putting on airs. After she witnesses my father's skills, she'll naturally come to me willingly."

Saying this, Chen Ziao shamelessly followed Shen Xinhe onto the Wind and Rain Corridor Bridge.

At the Yang City section of the Wei River, the river flowed from west to east, with the Wind and Rain Corridor Bridge spanning north to south.

On both sides, one had to ascend more than twenty meters of stairs to reach the bridge deck, which lay about twenty-three meters above the lake surface. In normal times, ferries would pass under the bridge, and the Wei River was usually bustling with boats. But today, the square was packed with people, the shores filled with crowds, yet the lake was eerily quiet, with only a small wooden boat quietly floating on the water.

On the small wooden boat sat a middle-aged man dressed in deep red, almost blood-colored Martial Arts attire, holding a fishing rod, eyes closed, like Jiang Ziya fishing, but his intentions lay elsewhere.

Though the wind blew continuously, within a hundred-foot radius centered on that boat, there were no waves, not even the slightest ripple, and the reeds sticking out of the water didn't sway a bit.

"Mr. Chen's True Qi cultivation is so powerful. Even though we're both at Qi Transformation, I'm no match for him,"

Aunt Gui, who was beside Xu Xiaomeng, stared intently at Chen Jiao on the boat with a respectful tone.

Shen Xinhe was also visibly altered, her expression curious.

Seeing this, Chen Ziao eagerly promoted himself,

"My father reached the Qi Refining Peak ten years ago and is known as the top Qi Refinement Martial Artist in the Northwest Martial Arts World, undefeated below the God Realm. This is not an empty reputation."

"Today, if that Miracle Doctor Zhang dares to come, he will surely die."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xiaomeng immediately became worried.

"Aunt Gui, is the person in the lake really that formidable? Will Brother Little Shan be alright?"

"Brother Little Shan, Zhang Xiaoshan?"

Initially calm, Shen Xinhe couldn't control her emotions upon hearing Xu Xiaomeng's question. She grabbed Xu Xiaomeng by the arm.

"What do you want to do?"

Aunt Gui immediately took a defensive stance, as if facing a formidable enemy.