The Lewd Young Master

"Get lost! Sister Qiao will never marry someone as filthy and depraved as you."

Jiang Ruoyun's face was full of fury as she sharply berated a man.

After breakfast, Jiang Ruoyun and Qiao Xue'er had arranged to stroll through the streets together. Two breathtakingly beautiful women walking down the road should have been a lovely sight, but unfortunately, they had attracted the teasing and harassment of someone with ill intentions.

The man being scolded by Jiang Ruoyun was not ugly in appearance, but his overall image and mannerisms were exceedingly lewd and sleazy.

His thin, frail build made him look somewhat lacking in vigor. Facing Jiang Ruoyun's furious accusations, the man shouted disdainfully, "I've already gone to propose marriage. Sooner or later, Xue Er will be my wife. What's wrong with letting me hug her a couple of times now?"

As he spoke, he reached out to touch Qiao Xue'er.

Though the man wore splendidly luxurious clothes and the jade ornaments at his waist showed that he was no ordinary person, his behavior was utterly vulgar and obscene. A blatant lecherous gleam flickered in his eyes.

Qiao Xue'er's gaze was firm, though she was slightly embarrassed and angered. She cried out sweetly, "Brother Tang and I have long since pledged ourselves to one another. Even if my family agrees to this marriage with you, I will never agree to it."

A trace of displeasure flashed through the man's eyes upon hearing this. Jealousy was written all over his face as he said resentfully, "That brat Tang Yuan has been gone without a word for so long. He's probably forgotten all about you already."

"Why not follow this young master instead? You'll eat the finest food, drink the best wine, and live freely and happily. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Qiao Xue'er's eyes were filled with disgust. She was also somewhat worried for Tang Yuan's safety. Just as she was about to retort, she heard Jiang Ruoyun call out, "Brother Tang Yuan isn't that kind of person! His feelings for Sister Qiao run deep!"

The man glanced at Jiang Ruoyun, then looked Qiao Xue'er up and down once more. Rubbing his chin with his left hand, he said lewdly, "My Xue Er is still prettier. You little girl need another year or two to grow up. You're still a bit too green."

Hearing this from afar, Lu Feng staggered and nearly fell over. Someone actually dared to evaluate Jiang Ruoyun like that—one could only imagine the fury it would provoke.

Although Jiang Ruoyun had only recently passed her coming-of-age ceremony, and her figure and appearance had not yet shed their last traces of childishness, she had already developed a delicate, shapely figure. Though she was not as graceful and alluring as Qiao Xue'er, she was certainly not inferior. In terms of facial features and bearing, she even far surpassed Qiao Xue'er.

"Yan He, you're courting death!"

Jiang Ruoyun immediately drew out her long whip and raised her hand to lash out.

The servant standing behind Yan He, who had remained silent all this time, instantly stepped in front of Yan He. He spread his arms wide, shielding his master.

"Three Soul Realm."

Feeling the aura radiating from the servant, Jiang Ruoyun and Qiao Xue'er discovered that he was actually a servant in the Three Soul Realm, at the same cultivation level as Yan He.

Qiao Xue'er wanted to stop Jiang Ruoyun from standing up for her, since this concerned her own affairs. Moreover, her cultivation was somewhat higher than Jiang Ruoyun's, so if anyone were to step forward, it should have been her.

Understanding her intentions, Jiang Ruoyun smiled. "Sister Qiao, just treat this as a chance for me to get some practice. If I can't beat him, it won't be too late for you to step in."

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

"Overestimating yourself." The servant snorted coldly and easily dodged with a sidestep. Without slowing down, he arrived before Jiang Ruoyun in the blink of an eye, swiftly raised his right hand, and struck with his palm.

Jiang Ruoyun shifted slightly and met his palm with one of her own.

Yan He and his servant both revealed mocking expressions when they saw Jiang Ruoyun actually dare to meet the palm strike head-on.

"Is she looking to die? She actually dares to compare Palm Strength head-on with a Three Soul Realm Soul Master?"

"Her hand is probably going to be crippled this time!"

Hearing the mockery from the crowd, Qiao Xue'er looked somewhat worried. She wanted to step forward and stop them, but it was already too late.

Crack! The sound of bones breaking rang out.

Everyone looked up, all believing that Jiang Ruoyun's arm had broken. Inwardly, they even cursed the servant for not knowing how to cherish a delicate flower.

But a smile rose at the corner of Lu Feng's mouth. Jiang Ruoyun's strength was terrifying—how could an ordinary Three Soul Realm cultivator possibly contend with it?

After the cracking sound, the crowd's eyes widened. To their astonishment, they saw the servant fly straight out through the entrance of the jewelry shop.

The servant's right hand, which had exchanged palms with Jiang Ruoyun, dangled limply at his side. It had clearly broken.

Yan He looked at this scene in disbelief. Though he was lewd and lustful, he was not stupid. He had thought that with himself and his servant, two Three Soul Realm cultivators, they would hold an absolute advantage over Jiang Ruoyun and Qiao Xue'er and would be perfectly safe. That was why he had boldly dared to tease them and act like a hooligan.

Who would have thought things would turn out this way? His Three Soul Realm servant could not even contend against Jiang Ruoyun, who was only in the Two Soul Realm, much less Qiao Xue'er, who had already broken through to the Four Soul Realm.

Jiang Ruoyun was also slightly stunned. She had clearly not known that her strength had reached such a terrifying level, and the result had caught her by surprise. At once, she walked toward Yan He with a face full of gloating delight.

Yan He's face filled with fear. As he backed away, he muttered, "Don't come any closer. If you come any closer, I'll report you to the prison officer."

By now, quite a few people had gathered to watch. Hearing Yan He's words, they could not help but look down on him. He had failed to molest someone and been taught a lesson instead, yet he still had the nerve to report it to the prison officer?

The prison officer was the person in charge of the Prison Manor, governing the land and its people. Like the force that issued Soul Coins, the Prison Manor was also a secular power established by the Spirit Prison. It was mainly responsible for handling mundane conflicts, family grudges, and the like...

The Prison Manor possessed the authority to judge life and death, but that applied only to the weak secular populace. When it came to powerful martial forces and conflicts between sects, it was powerless even if it wished to intervene.

Yan He was gradually forced back outside the jewelry shop. Just as Jiang Ruoyun's whip was about to strike, he suddenly produced a handful of black fragments and flung them toward her as he dodged.

"Watch out!" Lu Feng and Qiao Xue'er warned at the same time.

Jiang Ruoyun smiled faintly. Her long whip whirled rapidly, spinning into a circle and sweeping up the black fragments. As she retreated, the gusts of air it created dissipated the fragments' force, and they finally scattered all over the ground.

As the young master of Yan Manor, Yan He had learned some formidable hidden weapon techniques in his daily life. But because he was lustful and lazy by nature, he had mastered only thirty percent of them.

After his attack failed, Yan He recalled the warning that had come from behind him and immediately felt greatly annoyed. Turning to seek out the source of the voice, he instantly fixed his attention on Lu Feng.

Trying to play the hero, are you? I may not be able to beat Jiang Ruoyun, but could I possibly fail to beat a greenhorn like you?

With malicious intent, Yan He turned and quickly approached Lu Feng. A black dagger suddenly shot forth from his hand, stabbing toward Lu Feng's abdomen.

"Serves you right for being so nosy."

With a prison officer dispatched by the Spirit Prison present, Yan He naturally did not dare kill someone in the street. But wounding someone was a trivial matter. So long as he paid enough money, it would be easy enough to settle things with the prison officer.

Unfortunately for him, Lu Feng was not someone who could be injured so easily.

Watching Yan He charge at him so "fiercely," Lu Feng barely moved at all. Only when the dagger was about to reach him did he lazily twist aside and evade.

Yan He's thrust missed, but he could not stop his forward momentum.

Lu Feng gave him a push in passing, sending him stumbling far away.

In the end, Yan He staggered into a stall in the distance. He was left in a miserable state, yet after getting up, he angrily charged at Lu Feng again.

Lu Feng's figure drifted like a phantom. Facing the rushing Yan He, he flashed and instantly appeared behind him. Before Yan He could react, Lu Feng crouched down, yanked off his trousers, and viciously kicked him in the buttocks.

Though Lu Feng's strength was low, when it came to movement techniques and speed, who present could compare to him?

"Ahhh—!" Yan He let out a miserable scream as he was kicked flying before Jiang Ruoyun and Qiao Xue'er, where he landed face-first like a dog eating dirt.

Having lost all face, Yan He shot Lu Feng a vicious look, his eyes filled with gloom. He pulled up his trousers and fled together with his servant under the servant's cover.

Seeing this, Qiao Xue'er could not help covering her mouth and giggling. She softly said to Jiang Ruoyun, "Your contract servant is no simple person."

Jiang Ruoyun naturally understood what she meant. Just now, Lu Feng had not only calmly evaded Yan He's attack, but had also easily toyed with him.

Jiang Ruoyun had clearly seen how effortless Lu Feng had made it look. She could not help weighing it in her heart, only to realize that if it had been her, she evidently could not have acted with such ease.

At once, a few more traces of curiosity appeared in her gaze as she looked at Lu Feng. What kind of person was he, exactly?

Jiang Ruoyun had discovered Lu Feng's Storage Ring while he was unconscious. Now that she had seen such a mysterious movement technique, she felt even more unable to see through this "contract servant" of hers.

Jiang Ruoyun wondered when she might have another chance to see Lu Feng make a move.

Unexpectedly, the opportunity came so quickly.

After parting with Qiao Xue'er, Lu Feng and Jiang Ruoyun headed toward Jiang Manor. As they passed a tavern, a wine jar suddenly came crashing down from above their heads.

Crash...

Lu Feng reacted quickly and pulled Jiang Ruoyun aside, narrowly dodging it. Looking at the shards scattered across the ground, a trace of Wrathful Intent flashed across Lu Feng's face.

He could be certain that the wine jar's trajectory and angle had been aimed directly at them. It was absolutely no accident. Lu Feng could not help looking up.

"Oh dear, sorry about that. My hand slipped."

At the railing on the tavern's second floor, a man in white leaned against it. His arrogant, extravagant air was fully displayed as he looked down at Lu Feng and Jiang Ruoyun with utter contempt.

A man and a woman stood beside him. The woman was seductive and enchanting, while the man was meek and submissive.

Lu Feng looked at the pair with some disgust. He had seen these two before—they were Jiang Caiyun and Jiang Ren. There was no need to think further; the man in white had to be Jiang Feng, the person they had spoken of.

Jiang Ruoyun's expression darkened as she looked at the three people above. Thinking of the wine jar that had just fallen, she became even more furious. How could such an act possibly have been caused by a slipping hand? It was clearly an attempt on her life. She shouted angrily, "Jiang Feng, don't go too far!"

Jiang Feng smiled disdainfully. "So what if I do? Do you really think you're still the young lady of Jiang Manor?"

Jiang Ruoyun's anger surged. She drew her long whip and rushed forward, only to be stopped by Lu Feng.

"Don't stop me," Jiang Ruoyun shouted at Lu Feng. She had to reclaim her dignity after being humiliated like this today.

Lu Feng smiled kindly and said calmly, "I'll handle something this minor."

As he spoke, his gaze suddenly turned stern, and a trace of coldness seeped into his bearing.

In the blink of an eye, while Jiang Ruoyun was still recalling Lu Feng's words, she saw him take out the Netherworld Bow. He immediately drew the bow, nocked an arrow, and shot it toward Jiang Feng's heart.

This arrow was incomparably fierce. There was not the slightest hesitation in it; it was utterly decisive.