Soft Persimmon

After Wang Jingyuan had been staying at Fuwei Escort Agency for half a month, the escorts who had been ordered to keep watch finally brought back news. A group of outsiders with Sichuan accents had entered Fuzhou City. They were all young, carrying swords, and were likely disciples of the Qingcheng Sect.

Lin Zhennan saw that, just as Wang Jingyuan had said, people from the Qingcheng Sect had arrived in Fuzhou City. He immediately went to find Wang Jingyuan. "The Qingcheng Sect people have arrived in Fuzhou City. Young Hero Wang, what are your plans?"

Wang Jingyuan said casually, "Do as you normally would. They came all the way to Fuzhou City. They're probably here to investigate the truth about the Bixie Swordplay. If they find out your Bixie Swordplay is just for show, their next move will likely come.

But no matter what, they'll have to find a way to clash with you. If it's just an ordinary disciple, there's no weight to it even if a conflict arises, so the person who came this time is likely Yu Canghai's son."

Wang Jingyuan already knew the script and could just read it out. With him planning and them acting unaware, the escorts of Fuwei Escort Agency spent some effort and confirmed that Wang Jingyuan's guess was correct.

Well, it didn't actually take much effort. Yu Renyan, along with the accompanying Qingcheng disciples, checked into a brothel in the city as soon as they entered Fuzhou. Whenever he sat in the lobby drinking, he would loudly boast about his father, Yu Canghai.

Now, the old escorts in Fuzhou City all knew that some young master from the Qingcheng Sect had come to town.

One night, Yu Renyan took the travel expenses his father had given him and went to the brothel again. He was currently embracing a prostitute, his hands roaming over her on the second-floor corridor, while his top follower, Jia Renda, stood by, somewhat distracted.

He knew how much travel money Yu Canghai had given him before they left. Under normal circumstances, this amount was more than sufficient. Even with the long journey between Qingcheng Mountain and Fuzhou City, it should have allowed Yu Renyan to live quite comfortably.

Yu Renyan had been extremely frugal along the way, saving wherever he could. Jia Renda thought his young master had turned over a new leaf and knew how to save money for the Sect Leader.

He never expected that as soon as they entered Fuzhou City, Yu Renyan would head straight for the biggest brothel and party non-stop. So, you were planning to spend your money where it mattered most, huh?!

Actually, this kind of thing is not uncommon in later generations. Renting a yacht for a trip to the seaside, the yacht is old and small, the drinks are discounted from the supermarket, and a box of instant noodles is enough for provisions. But the young models accompanying the trip must be the best.

Although he had saved a lot of money on the journey, this brothel was a money pit. If they continued like this, they might not be able to afford to eat soon. Moreover, they had been here for many days, spending their time in brothels, and hadn't accomplished anything their Master had instructed.

Jia Renda was worried that his Master would blame him when they returned. Yu Renyan wouldn't be in much trouble, but he, a small fry, would likely bear the brunt of it.

If Jia Renda understood this, how could Yu Renyan not? However, he had a good plan: when the money ran out, he would go find trouble with the Fuwei Escort Agency. Wouldn't that bring him more money?

Suddenly, the wine house quieted down a bit. Even the prostitute beside Jia Renda was looking towards the lobby below. Jia Renda was puzzled and looked down as well.

Suddenly, he heard the tinkling of jade pendants. Wang Jingyuan emerged from behind the screen at the entrance, holding a folding fan with gold flecks. His moon-white arrow sleeves were adorned with Hetian jade buttons, and the hem of his silver-threaded robe swept across the Persian carpet, stirring up a few jasmine scents.

The noise of the entire hall instantly froze. He was seen with a smile in the corner of his eyes, winking at the slightly stunned maidservant beside him. The maidservant's face flushed, and for a moment, she was mesmerized.

Yu Renyan's face fell because the prostitute in his arms was now staring blankly at Wang Jingyuan. Yu Renyan, being Yu Canghai's son, naturally didn't have a very broad mind. Seeing this, he naturally felt jealous. He immediately put his arm around the prostitute's waist and turned into the private room behind them.

Wang Jingyuan loosened his belt and said to Lin Pingzhi, who had followed him, "My clothes are a bit tight on me, Junior Disciple Brother. You're too thin. Men can't afford not to build muscle. If a man is too thin, he looks a bit effeminate."

Lin Pingzhi looked at the senior disciple brother in front of him, who looked even more like a pretty boy than himself, and could only force a slightly awkward smile. "Senior Disciple Brother is right."

Wang Jingyuan scanned the surroundings and happened to see Yu Renyan and Jia Renda walking towards the private room. He swaggered over, walked to the door of the private room, kicked it open, and leisurely walked in, sitting down at Yu Renyan's table.

The people in the private room were a bit stunned, unsure of what was happening. Their hands were still inside the prostitute's clothes, not yet withdrawn.

"Hand it over!" Wang Jingyuan reached out and pulled the prostitute from Yu Renyan's arms into his own. He then picked up the wine glass on the table and splashed the wine onto Jia Renda's face.

"You old bastard... Ah!" Before Yu Renyan could curse, Wang Jingyuan slapped him across the face.

How could Wang Jingyuan wait for the Qingcheng Sect to come to him? In games, he always put his charge skills on the easiest-to-press hotkeys. Now that he confirmed the Qingcheng Sect had arrived, he naturally chose to charge in headfirst.

Wang Jingyuan was from Chengdu after all, and his Sichuanese dialect came out: "Hoo yo, I heard all that racket from up here. I thought it was some damn fool doing the 'Three Steps' dance, but it's you, you sack of crap? Is the food at Qingcheng Mountain that bad? You look like a monkey fighting for corn on Mount Emei."

With a clang, Yu Renyan drew his sword. "You old bastard, do you know who I am... Ah!"

Wang Jingyuan struck Yu Renyan's wrist with his folding fan. The sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he followed up with another slap. Jia Renda finally reacted and tried to help, but was easily subdued by Lin Pingzhi.

In the original novel, Yu Renyan was killed by Lin Pingzhi at the beginning, and Jia Renda was not on the same level as the Qingcheng Four Young Masters. Wang Jingyuan encountering them was like finding soft persimmons to crush.

"I know who you are, Yu Renyan, Yu Canghai's son. Did your old man Yu Canghai teach you that lightness skill for hugging women? Do you think I won't mess with you just because you're Yu Canghai's son? Do you know who I am?!"

Yu Renyan looked at Wang Jingyuan with fear in his eyes. "Who are you?"

"You don't even know who I am, ah da!"

"Ah!"

Although Jia Renda had been indulging in debauchery with Yu Renyan these past few days, he had still been paying attention to the movements of the Fuwei Escort Agency. Seeing Wang Jingyuan's arrogant demeanor, he suddenly remembered something and quickly said, "Are you a disciple of the Mount Hua Sect?"

"Good eye, your Grandpa Hua Shan is here." Wang Jingyuan patted Jia Renda's cheek with his folding fan and beckoned to the servants outside to change the table to a new set of food and wine.

Upon learning the opponent's background, Yu Renyan regained his confidence. He had initially thought it was an enemy of the Qingcheng Sect, or perhaps some reckless hothead with no background who had suddenly decided to kill him.

But since the opponent was from a reputable sect like Mount Hua, there was nothing to fear. "You disciples of Mount Hua bully me like this, do you really think the Qingcheng Sect is easy to bully?!"

Wang Jingyuan spread his hands. "Or what?"