Chapter Twenty-Five: Anomaly in the First-Class Cabin

Now Fan Jian was becoming truly overbearing, his tone growing harsher. “Hey, you brat, can you afford to sit in first class? I’m giving you this chance—aren’t you going to take it?”

“Thank you, but I’d like to rest now. Please don’t disturb me,” Feng Yisheng replied without even opening his eyes.

“Fine, so you’re not going to switch, huh!” Fan Jian’s face turned ashen as he saw Feng Yisheng still refusing. He actually reached out, intending to pull Feng Yisheng from his seat.

Yet, as he tugged, his expression changed—so heavy!

Fan Jian felt a twinge of unease. How could this kid weigh so much?

People who work out regularly generally have heavier bones than those who don’t, but Feng Yisheng appeared so slender, merely a bit handsome—a typical pretty boy. How could he possibly be so heavy?

Fan Jian himself worked out often, partly to keep up his stamina for nights spent with women, and partly to compete for them.

He considered that his strength, honed through training, surpassed most adults, yet he couldn’t even move a teenager who seemed barely a hundred pounds. That surprised him.

No, this kid must weigh more than a hundred pounds. Clearly, brute force wouldn’t work here.

…

Feng Yisheng felt his anger rising as well. Fan Jian really was asking for trouble; he almost stood up to teach him a lesson.

But then Feng Yisheng remembered he was on a plane, and his most urgent task was to return to Changnan—he didn’t want any complications.

Suppressing his anger, Feng Yisheng reached out and pressed the call button on his seat.

In less than half a minute, a flight attendant approached.

“Sir, is there anything I can help you with?” she asked gently, her features strikingly beautiful.

“This man keeps disturbing my rest,” Feng Yisheng said.

The flight attendant glanced at Feng Yisheng, Fan Jian, and Li Ran sitting beside him. With both Feng Yisheng and Li Ran being attractive, and Fan Jian dressed like a wealthy young man, she sensed it would be wise not to provoke trouble.

She offered Fan Jian a polite, understanding smile. “Sir, the plane is about to take off. Would you please return to your seat?”

“Fine, you brat—I’ll remember this.” Fan Jian realized that if he continued, he might be removed from the flight. He shot Feng Yisheng a venomous look, spat out a threat, and left.

In truth, Fan Jian was finding himself a way out, for he knew that the seemingly harmless young man before him was far from ordinary.

As Fan Jian departed, Feng Yisheng caught the malice glinting in his eyes.

…

Seeing Fan Jian walk away, the flight attendant addressed Feng Yisheng with renewed respect. “Sir, is there anything else you need?”

“No, thank you very much,” Feng Yisheng replied.

Once she left, Feng Yisheng closed his eyes to rest. As for Fan Jian’s threat, he paid it no mind whatsoever.

At his current level, Fan Jian was no more than an ant—he had no intention of quarreling with an ant.

As for Fan Jian’s revenge, there was a saying: in the face of absolute power, everything turns to dust. Feng Yisheng hoped Fan Jian wouldn’t seek his own destruction.

Thanks to his cultivation of the first layer of Qi Refining, he sensed that as he closed his eyes, Li Ran beside him glanced at him, then turned away. Yet, despite what Feng Yisheng had done, Li Ran showed no signs of gratitude.

Feng Yisheng never expected thanks. With eyes half closed, he soon drifted into sleep.

By then, the plane was already taking off.

…

He didn’t know how long he had rested when he awoke, but glancing at the seat’s clock, he found only ten minutes had passed.

Still, he felt as though he’d rested for ages, his energy fully restored. He attributed this to his cultivation of the Pure Yang Technique.

Short periods of deep rest could greatly replenish his strength, and while sleeping, his body continued to circulate the Pure Yang Technique, absorbing the spiritual energy around him.

He turned to look at Li Ran, still sleeping soundly. The plane had taken off, and all was unusually quiet.

Sensing something amiss, Feng Yisheng extended his spiritual sense. To his surprise, the entire economy cabin had only one flight attendant present. He wondered if something had happened.

He expanded his spiritual awareness to cover the whole aircraft, and when he scanned first class, his brow furrowed.

All the first-class passengers were bound to their seats, each with an identical wristband, their mouths stuffed with cloth to keep them silent.

Fan Jian was among them; gone was his previous arrogance, replaced by terror.

Was it a hijacking? But it didn’t seem that way.

Usually, hijackers would shout, “Hand over all your valuables!”

…

Feng Yisheng rolled his neck and probed the cockpit with his spiritual sense, growing even more puzzled.

The captain and co-pilot were also bound, and another person was flying the plane.

It became clear—this group weren’t amateurs. This wasn’t their first crime, nor their first hijacking; their proficiency showed they had a pilot among them.

They were well-prepared, but unfortunately for them, they encountered him.

Feng Yisheng relaxed. As long as someone was flying the plane, all was well.

If there were no pilot, even he would be doomed—his current level didn’t allow flight, and a fall from such a height would still be fatal.

Yet he wondered—security in China had always been excellent. How could a hijacking occur on domestic soil?

Clearly, these people had connections, with inside help at the airport.

He recalled how recent events had grown stranger and stranger, and closed his eyes. Could it be as in those online novels?

This era had lain dormant for too long—it was time for change.

He mused inwardly: had the world shifted?

Suddenly inspired, he deepened his spiritual sense to gauge the strength of the hijackers.

They were not weak, but so what?

The strongest among them had merely reached the Innate Realm—a level at which he could defeat a hundred such opponents.

Of course, Feng Yisheng felt they were weak because he was unfamiliar with the world’s martial strength.

In the secular world, martial artists who attained the Innate Realm were exceedingly rare.

Such experts were highly ranked throughout China.

He sensed that among the hijackers, three possessed the Innate Realm.