Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 101 - 24 Hours

Chapter 101: 24 Hours

Wei Zihao, seeing Yan Li refuse to cooperate, didn’t bother to argue.

Instead, he turned to Han Jun and his other subordinate and ordered, "Knock them out and bring them with us. Let’s see how long it takes for that so-called Lin Feng to show up."

A cruel grin spread across his face as Han Jun and his partner slammed both Yan Li and Yan Hao to the ground, knocking them unconscious.

Yan Li passed out first without a word, but Yan Hao held on long enough to speak through clenched teeth.

"You bastard! Once Big Bro Lin Feng and Big Bro Huang Bei find out, you’re all dead!"

Han Jun, annoyed that Yan Hao was still talking, struck the back of his head hard, finally making him lose consciousness.

Wei Zihao, knowing Huang Bei’s strength and aware that he still lacked a proper cultivation technique, grinned and said.

Heh, that bastard Huang Bei is no match for me. That means all I have to worry about is Lin Feng. From what I’ve heard, he fought Yi Bei to a standstill—but how is that even possible? Clearly, it was Chen Mei who saved them at the last minute."

He turned to the remaining people inside the brothel and suddenly shouted.

"You bastards! This is between me and Lin Feng—it has nothing to do with the Chen Clan!"

"As you can see, I only attacked those working for the Chen Clan, not anyone with the Chen surname."

"If Lin Feng wants to bring the Chen Clan into this, that’s his choice—but I suggest he doesn’t unless he wants a conflict between our clans!"

Wei Zihao smirked before continuing, "Tell Lin Feng this—if he wants to save these two idiots, he needs to come to the Solid Rock Pavilion alone. We’ll wait for him there, but only for 24 hours. If he doesn’t show up... consider them dead."

With that, Wei Zihao turned and walked out of the brothel, his subordinates following closely behind.

Han Jun paused at the door, flashing a wicked grin at the Silk House staff. "Just wait for me, ladies—I’ll be back," he said before leaving.

The women and staff remaining in the brothel trembled in fear, staying silent until Wei Zihao and his lackeys finally left the area.

The moment they were gone, panic broke out.

"We need to inform the guards immediately! That Wei Zihao is too arrogant—why haven’t the guards come yet? Do they not see what’s happening?!" an elderly woman named Mei Ling shouted, her voice sharp with anger.

It was clear she was deeply disappointed that trouble had suddenly come to her shop without warning.

While all of this was happening, Lin Feng opened his eyes after a session of cultivation in the spirit spring.

Most of his injuries had finally healed, and once again, he marveled at his body’s incredible recovery abilities.

"Hey, system, is it normal for me to heal this fast?" Lin Feng asked silently in his mind.

A few moments later, a mechanical voice responded:

[Responding to the host: Beast-type cultivators naturally recover faster than other cultivators. However, even within that category, the host’s recovery speed is unusually high. This is because the system also accelerates healing, even without absorbing spiritual energy from others.]

Lin Feng was surprised. To be honest, after facing death so many times, he had always found it strange how quickly he recovered.

Now, he finally understood—it was thanks to the system.

"Guess that’s another reason to be thankful for the system," he thought to himself.

Finishing his bath, Lin Feng stepped out of the spring.

He dried himself with the cloth Mei Ling had left behind and quickly put on the fresh clothes she had prepared for him.

It was a simple yet elegant Daoist robe in the Chen Clan’s signature white and purple.

The outer layer was crisp white with delicate purple embroidery along the cuffs and hem, while a darker purple inner robe fit snugly beneath.

A silver sash cinched his waist, glinting softly in the afternoon light as he adjusted it.

"I don’t think I’ve ever worn anything this fancy in my life," Lin Feng thought to himself, feeling a bit uncomfortable at the idea of wearing something so expensive.

Before he could dwell on the thought, the door to the bathhouse creaked open.

Mei Ling, who had been waiting outside, stepped in, her delicate footsteps barely making a sound against the polished wooden floor. She paused mid-step, her breath hitching the moment her eyes fell on him.

Her lips parted slightly in surprise—it was clear she hadn’t expected Lin Feng to look this

The simple yet elegant purple robes clung to his lean frame, highlighting the sharp angles of his shoulders and the quiet strength beneath.

His black hair, still slightly damp, cascaded down his shoulders, framing his face in loose strands. But it was his eyes—calm and unyielding—that held her attention the longest.

He wasn’t like the other disciples she had seen.

He lacked the polished arrogance of a noble son or the delicate beauty of a pretty boy. Instead, there was a raw, dangerous edge to him.

A warrior’s presence—one forged through struggle and bloodshed.

Her heart skipped a beat.

A sudden warmth rushed to her cheeks, painting them a soft, rosy hue. This time, it wasn’t because she felt nervous around him—it was because Lin Feng, dressed in elegant robes, looked devastatingly handsome.

The young master is... so handsome... The thought slipped through her mind before she could stop it, and she quickly shook her head to clear the flustered daze clouding her thoughts.

Lin Feng, noticing the faint blush on her face and the way her gaze lingered a little too long, tilted his head slightly in confusion.

"Is there something wrong with the way I wore it?" He glanced down, checking the folds of his robe for any mistakes. Everything seemed fine.

Before he could voice the question, Mei Ling hurriedly cleared her throat, breaking the silence.

"Young Master Lin Feng," she began, her voice slightly higher than usual, "I already sent your food to your quarters, so you don’t need to join the others at the dinner table. You can eat and rest in your room. I heard from Elder Sister Yu Miao that you and Master Huang Bei had a long day."

Hearing that his food was already waiting in his room, Lin Feng felt a wave of relief wash over him.

After everything that had happened—especially his fight with Yi Bei—he welcomed the thought of some quiet privacy.

There was too much to process, too much to unravel. The last thing he wanted was to sit through an awkward dinner with curious eyes watching his every move.

"Thank you," he said, his voice calm and sincere.

Mei Ling’s heart fluttered at the warmth in his tone. Without realizing it, a bright, beautiful smile spread across her face.

"I’ll lead you to your room now, young master," she said softly, her usual composed demeanor returning as she turned gracefully to guide him away.