C20 Dirty Young Master

"Back off! Ms. Qiao will never marry a filthy and lowly person like you."

Jiang Ruoyun's face was seething with anger as she lashed out at a man.

Jiang Ruoyun and Qiao Xueer had just finished breakfast and decided to take a stroll through the streets. The two stunning women should have been a beautiful sight, yet they attracted the unwanted advances of a rogue.

The man Jiang Ruoyun rebuked was not unpleasant to look at, but his demeanor and actions were decidedly sleazy.

His slight frame gave him a somewhat effeminate appearance. Unfazed by Jiang Ruoyun's furious rebuke, the man retorted with scorn, "I've already come to ask for her hand in marriage. Xueer will inevitably become my wife. What's wrong with a little embrace now?"

With that, he reached out towards Qiao Xueer.

Despite his opulent attire and the fine jade he wore, which suggested his high status, his actions were utterly despicable, his eyes gleaming with blatant lechery.

Qiao Xueer's gaze was resolute, tinged with a hint of embarrassment as she declared, "Mr. Tang and I have already pledged ourselves to each other. Even if my family consents to your proposal, I will never accept it!"

The man's eyes flickered with displeasure upon hearing this, his jealousy laid bare. He spat out bitterly, "That Tang Yuan hasn't been in touch for so long, he's probably forgotten all about you by now."

"Why not come with me instead? You'll live a life of luxury and pleasure. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Qiao Xueer's eyes brimmed with revulsion, her mind troubled by thoughts of Tang Yuan's safety. She was about to counter when Jiang Ruoyun interjected, "Mr. Tang Yuan is not that kind of man. He and Ms. Qiao share a profound love!"

The man gave Jiang Ruoyun a cursory glance, then turned his lecherous gaze back to Qiao Xueer. Stroking his chin with his left hand, he remarked sleazily, "My dear Xueer is truly a beauty. You, young lady, need to grow for another year or two; you're still a bit green."

Lu Feng, overhearing this from a distance, stumbled and nearly fell. He could only imagine the fury such a comment would ignite in Jiang Ruoyun.

Although Jiang Ruoyun had just celebrated her coming-of-age ceremony and still retained a hint of youthful innocence, she had blossomed beautifully. While not as elegant as Qiao Xueer, she was certainly not lacking. In fact, when it came to facial features and temperament, she far surpassed Qiao Xueer.

"Yan Hee, you're asking for trouble!"

Jiang Ruoyun quickly drew her long whip and raised her hand to strike.

The silent servant standing behind Yan Hee immediately stepped in to shield his master, crossing his arms in defense.

"Three-soul Stage!"

Jiang Ruoyun and Yan Hee sensed the powerful aura emanating from the servant, realizing he was at the Three-soul Stage, with a cultivation level matching Yan Hee's.

Qiao Xueer, seeing what was unfolding, wanted to intervene, as it was her own affair at stake. Besides, her cultivation level was slightly higher than Jiang Ruoyun's, so it seemed more appropriate for her to step in.

Jiang Ruoyun gave a knowing smile and said, "Ms Qiao, consider this a chance for me to get some practice. If I can't handle it, you can step in later."

With that, Jiang Ruoyun lashed out with her whip, targeting the servant.

"You're overestimating yourself!" The servant scoffed, easily sidestepping the attack. Without losing momentum, he quickly closed the distance to Jiang Ruoyun, raising his right hand for a swift palm strike.

Jiang Ruoyun deftly shifted her stance and met his palm with her own.

Yan Hee and his servant, seeing Jiang Ruoyun's bold move, couldn't help but sneer.

"Seeking your own demise! How dare you challenge a Three-soul Stage Soul Master with palm force?"

"Her hand will likely be useless after this!"

Amidst the crowd's jeers, Qiao Xueer looked on with concern, wanting to step in but realizing it was too late.

A "crack" echoed through the air.

Everyone assumed it was Jiang Ruoyun's arm that had broken, internally chastising the servant for his lack of mercy.

However, Lu Feng's lips curled into a knowing smile. Jiang Ruoyun's strength was formidable, not something an ordinary Three-soul Stage could withstand.

After the sound of shattering bones, everyone's eyes went wide with shock as they watched the servant fly straight out of the jewelry store's entrance.

The servant's right hand, which had wielded the palm force, hung limply, clearly broken.

Yan Hee watched the scene unfold with disbelief. Despite his lecherous and despicable nature, he was not foolish. He had assumed that with the combined strength of two at the Three-soul Stage, he and his servant would have the upper hand against Jiang Ruoyun and Qiao Xueer, ensuring his safety and emboldening him to brazenly harass them.

However, the outcome was far from what he expected. His Three-soul Stage servant couldn't even withstand Jiang Ruoyun, who was at the Two-soul Stage, let alone Qiao Xueer, who had already advanced to the Four-soul Stage.

Jiang Ruoyun herself was taken aback, clearly unaware that her power had reached such a formidable level. Surprised but pleased, she approached Yan Hee with a smirk.

Seeing her come closer, Yan Hee's face twisted with fear, and as he backed away, he stammered, "Don't come any closer, or I'll call the Prison Official!"

The crowd of onlookers, now quite sizable, listened to Yan Hee's threat with contempt. It was clear that he had failed in his advances and was now facing retribution, yet he still had the audacity to threaten to call the Prison Official?

The Prison Official was the head of the Prison Mansion, responsible for overseeing the local populace and territory. Similar to the authority wielded by Soul Coins, the Prison Mansion was a secular force established by the Spirit Prison, tasked with resolving worldly disputes, family vendettas, and the like.

The Prison Mansion held the power to determine life and death, but this authority was limited to those of lesser strength in the Secular World. When it came to the powerful forces of the martial world and their internal conflicts, the Prison Mansion was effectively powerless.

Yan Hee was backed up to the outside of the jewelry store, and as Jiang Ruoyun's whip was about to strike, he dodged and suddenly produced a handful of black shards, flinging them towards Jiang Ruoyun.

"Watch out!" Lu Feng and Qiao Xueer shouted in unison.

Jiang Ruoyun simply smiled, her whip lashing out swiftly to encircle the black shards. She stepped back, and the resulting gust of wind neutralized the momentum of the shards, causing them to scatter harmlessly to the ground.

As the Young Mansion Lord of Yan Mansion, Yan Hee had studied some formidable techniques for using hidden weapons. However, due to his lascivious and indolent nature, he had only mastered a fraction of these skills.

After his attack missed, Yan Hee felt a surge of annoyance at the reminder from behind. He spun around to locate the source, his anger directed at Lu Feng.

"Playing the hero, huh? If I can't take down Jiang Ruoyun, do you really think I can't handle a greenhorn like you?"

Yan Hee sneered to himself as he turned and closed in on Lu Feng with ill intent. A black dagger in his hand thrust forward, aiming for Lu Feng's abdomen.

"That'll teach you to keep your mouth shut!"

With a Prison Official from the Spirit Prison present, Yan Hee dared not commit murder in broad daylight. But a mere wound was a trivial matter that could be smoothed over with some Soul Coins.

Unfortunately for him, Lu Feng was not so easily harmed.

Lu Feng watched Yan Hee's aggressive approach with a detached air, barely moving. Only when the dagger was inches away did he casually sidestep, avoiding the blade.

Yan Hee, having missed his mark, couldn't halt his charge.

Lu Feng effortlessly pushed him away, sending him stumbling into a distant stall. Bruised and disheveled, Yan Hee rose and charged at Lu Feng once more.

Lu Feng moved with elusive grace, stepping aside as Yan Hee lunged at him, then suddenly appeared behind him. Before Yan Hee could react, Lu Feng yanked down his pants and delivered a firm kick to his rear.

Though Lu Feng's strength was modest, his Movement Speed was unmatched.

Yan Hee let out a wail as he was sent tumbling in front of Jiang Ruoyun and Qiao Xueer, landing face-first. With his pride in tatters, Yan Hee shot Lu Feng a venomous look, his eyes dark with malice. He hoisted up his pants and fled with his servants' assistance.

Qiao Xueer couldn't suppress a giggle at the spectacle. She leaned in and whispered to Jiang Ruoyun, "Your Contract Slave is quite the character."

Jiang Ruoyun clearly grasped the implication of her words. Lu Feng had not only effortlessly evaded Yan He's attack but had also playfully toyed with his opponent.

She had observed Lu Feng's easygoing demeanor with clarity, and it made her ponder. She concluded that she certainly couldn't have managed such nonchalance herself.

Jiang Ruoyun found herself increasingly curious about the kind of person her 'Contract Slave' was, especially after noticing the Storage Ring on his hand while he was unconscious and now witnessing his enigmatic agility.

She wondered when she might see Lu Feng in action again, not expecting the chance to arise so soon.

After parting ways with Qiao Xueer, Lu Feng and Jiang Ruoyun were en route to Jiang Mansion when a wine jar suddenly hurtled towards them from above as they passed a tavern.

With a clang, Lu Feng's quick reflexes allowed him to pull Jiang Ruoyun aside just in time. He looked down at the shattered pieces with a flicker of anger on his face.

It was clear to him that the trajectory and angle of the wine jar's descent were no accident—it was a deliberate act. Lu Feng looked up to find the source.

"Oh, my apologies, I seem to have let it slip."

At the tavern's second-floor railing stood a man in white, exuding an air of arrogance and contempt as he gazed down at Lu Feng and Jiang Ruoyun with scorn.

Beside him were a man and a woman; she was alluring, and he was obsequious.

Lu Feng's gaze held a hint of revulsion as he recognized them—Jiang Caiyun and Jiang Ren. Without a doubt, the man in white was Jiang Feng.

Jiang Ruoyun's expression soured further as she recalled the wine jar incident. Such an act could hardly be chalked up to an accidental slip—it was a clear attempt on her life. She couldn't contain her anger and shouted, "Jiang Feng, you're crossing the line!"

Jiang Feng sneered dismissively, "What does it matter if I am? Do you honestly think you're still the precious daughter of Jiang Mansion?"

Fury surged within Jiang Ruoyun as she drew her whip and stepped forward, only to be held back by Lu Feng.

"Don't stop me," Jiang Ruoyun commanded Lu Feng, determined to reclaim her dignity after today's humiliation.

Lu Feng offered a genial smile and spoke with unruffled composure, "Let me take care of this trivial issue."

His gaze hardened abruptly, his demeanor turning icy.

In the blink of an eye, as Jiang Ruoyun was still pondering Lu Feng's words, she noticed he had already drawn the Nether Bow. In a swift motion, he nocked an arrow and released it straight toward Jiang Feng's heart.

The arrow flew with lethal precision, decisively and without a moment's hesitation.