Urban All-Round Master

"Y-You... what’s wrong?"

"N-Nothing." Lin Zifeng shook his head and grinned. "Come on, I’m a bit hungry. Treat me to a meal."

"Heehee, no problem."

But just as the two of them walked out of the shop, Dongfang Xiaohuang’s steps suddenly halted. She whipped around and dragged Lin Zifeng toward another direction.

You could clearly see the little girl’s face had turned a bit grim.

"What’s up?" Lin Zifeng asked.

"Don’t talk. We’re leaving."

With that, she kept pulling Lin Zifeng forward.

"Yo! Isn’t this Dongfang Xiaohuang from the Marquis Mansion? Oh? Why’re you walking off as soon as you see this young master?"

Suddenly... a rather unpleasant voice sounded from behind Lin Zifeng.

Lin Zifeng turned around, following the voice. He saw a handsome young man in a white robe strolling toward them with a squinty smile. Behind the youth were three or four fairly decent-looking guys, all dressed in fancy clothes, walking over with unfriendly faces.

"Xiaohuang, you know them?" Lin Zifeng asked, turning back.

Seeing these few people, Dongfang Xiaohuang practically started grinding her teeth; she wished she’d never have to see them again.

"Know them? That doesn’t even begin to cover it. These guys are Yujing’s biggest scourge, famous wastrels. Especially that one in front—he’s a cancer in Yujing. If his father weren’t the sitting Prime Minister, he would’ve been beaten to death in the street long ago." Dongfang Xiaohuang’s pretty eyes were full of hatred. Obviously, that bastard was nothing good in her eyes.

"Oh? Sounds like that guy’s real trash then?" Lin Zifeng shrugged, baring his teeth in a grin. Truth be told, in this lifetime he just loves messing with rich brats. Back in the Mortal World he’d done his share of posturing, face-slapping, and stomping people. Now that he’s in this Third Parallel Universe, he’s even more curious how it feels to bully people from another World.

"Trash doesn’t even start to describe him—he’s downright disgusting to everyone." Just mentioning him made Dongfang Xiaohuang’s mood flip.

"Yo, Dongfang Xiaohuang, where’d you pick up this piece of trash? Don’t tell me you’re scraping the bottom of the barrel to feed yourself now? At least find a halfway decent servant."

The young man sauntered up, laughing as he mocked them.

"Situ Xuan! Shut up!" Dongfang Xiaohuang waved her little pink fist in a rage, clearly having zero tolerance for the Situ Xuan in front of her.

The youth was named Situ Xuan, the Prime Minister’s youngest son. Riding on his father’s and brother’s power, he threw his weight around everywhere. No telling how many good families had suffered under him. On top of that, Situ Xuan was even pursuing Dongfang Xiaohuang’s older sister...

"Dongfang Xiaohuang, it’s been days. You’re still small, but your temper’s gotten bigger, huh? Oh right, how’s your sister doing lately?"

"Shut up! What’s my sister got to do with you!" The moment she thought of her sister, Dongfang Xiaohuang got even angrier. Last time at the eastern imperial tombs, this Situ Xuan almost shot her sister dead with an arrow, then had the nerve to claim he was aiming at a sika deer.

Because Dongfang Xiaohuang’s sister rejected him, this bastard felt his face had been trampled, and he’d been nursing that grudge ever since.

"Dongfang Xiaohuang, don’t you forget—His Majesty the Emperor intends to marry your sister to my big brother. How is that ’no relation’? I’d say, in the future, our two families will be very closely tied."

Situ Xuan chuckled, and even the few cronies behind him started jeering along.

He couldn’t win over Dongfang Xiaohuang’s sister, so he recommended her to his big brother instead.

"Hmph! Situ Xuan, if you can’t get my sister, your big brother’s the same. My sister will never agree to marry into the Situ Family. Even if the Emperor really grants the marriage, I’ll have my father memorialize the throne and object. She’ll never marry scum like you."

At that, Dongfang Xiaohuang grew even more furious.

Situ Xuan was shameless, and the more shameless he got, the more he infuriated Dongfang Xiaohuang.

Watching all this, Lin Zifeng maintained a mild smile, his eyes carrying a trace of pity as he looked at Situ Xuan in front of him.

"You dog servant, what are you laughing at?"

Just then, Situ Xuan finally noticed Lin Zifeng standing opposite him, smiling in his face. His mood instantly soured. Failing to get Dongfang Xiaohuang’s sister had already been bad luck, costing this wastrel young master a lot of face, and he’d just taken a hit in front of Dongfang Xiaohuang again.

That only made this wastrel young master even more pissed, and he’d been looking for somewhere to vent.

"Was I laughing? I wasn’t." Lin Zifeng stepped forward, wiping the smile off his face.

"Dog servant, and you still say you weren’t laughing?" Situ Xuan exploded. He never imagined this dog servant would dare talk back to his face.

"Was I laughing? Mm, true, I only laugh at laughable people—especially those men who act like women. That’s even more laughable." Lin Zifeng didn’t put Situ Xuan in his eyes at all. He’d seen too many posers; in this day and age, posers are everywhere. But trash like Situ Xuan, who poses so hard he can’t even clean up his own mess—that’s some real dog-blood posturing.

"Sounds to me like you’re begging to die!"

Being talked back to and mocked right to his face made Situ Xuan’s temper shoot straight up. He pulled a long whip from his waist, swung his right arm, and the whip lashed out like a Flood Dragon. As his arm shook, the whip cracked loudly through the air, and he snapped it viciously toward Lin Zifeng’s face.

"Lin Zifeng!"

Behind him, Dongfang Xiaohuang panicked and tried to rush up to stop Situ Xuan’s brutish move. But her Cultivation was nowhere near Situ Xuan’s. Even if she wanted to help Lin Zifeng, first, she didn’t have the strength; second, she didn’t have the speed. That iron whip was fast as Shan Dian, and in the blink of an eye it was already striking toward Lin Zifeng’s face.

However... just as Dongfang Xiaohuang thought Lin Zifeng was definitely about to suffer a huge loss, unexpectedly, the iron whip Situ Xuan lashed out was caught right in Lin Zifeng’s palm.

"You start whipping people the second you don’t like what they say. Did your parents never teach you that being poor doesn’t make you less human?" Lin Zifeng snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly turning sharp. His right arm jolted, and the Situ Xuan holding the whip felt his body lose control as he was yanked forward.

It was like a powerful suction force was hidden in that whip. No matter how he struggled to break free from its control, he couldn’t pull his hand away—the whip had glued his palm in place.

"Smack!"

A crisp, resounding slap suddenly rang out, echoing clearly in everyone’s ears. That slap was heavy and fierce!

Even Situ Xuan, the one who got hit, thought his ears were playing tricks on him. But the burning pain in his cheek told him he’d taken a slap—given by that dog servant standing right in front of him...

Beside them, Dongfang Xiaohuang’s mouth hung open, totally stunned by what she was seeing, thinking her eyes must be wrong.

"You... you actually dared hit me?" Situ Xuan stared wide-eyed in terror, reaching up to touch his burning face, naively thinking he’d fallen into a dream. All these years he’d lived, not even his father, mother, or brother—who’d all adored him since childhood—had ever let him be bullied.

Born with a golden key in his mouth, he’d never even known what being bullied felt like. But this guy in front of him just up and slapped him, with zero regard for face or status. This completely flew in the face of common sense.

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