The Lost Ma Feifei

As the sun sets, the vast Yong'an City begins to fall into darkness. The bustling streets gradually thin out, red lanterns hang high, and shopkeepers on both sides push wooden planks to close their doors, ending their day's business.

Ma Feifei walked alone on the unfamiliar street, her face showing a hint of helplessness.

He got lost.

After parting ways with Yi He, he got lost. To be precise, he didn't remember the way he came at all, and had no recollection of it after leaving that alley.

This is the consequence of not being able to resist the allure of life. The funniest thing is that Ma Feifei even asked the system for a map of Yong'an City, but it was of no use at all.

Because he didn't know the name of Wang Han's hometown...

"System, can't you just give me the exact coordinates?" Ma Feifei couldn't help but complain. How long has it been? He's still lost in the streets of Yong'an City. The system only gave him a map, but it just won't tell him where Wang Han's house is.

"Ding! The host did not request the setting of coordinates, therefore the system cannot identify the coordinates required by the host." The system clearly did not want to take the blame and gave an explanation directly.

"Then how am I supposed to get back now?" Ma Feifei immediately objected. As the chosen one, God had chosen him to transmigrate here with a great responsibility and mission, not to let him wander around like a lost child.

"What the host needs is not within the scope of system services," the system replied coldly.

Ma Feifei: "..."

Fine! Ma Feifei didn't bother arguing with the system, and sheepishly ended the topic, continuing his aimless wandering.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry..."

Suddenly, a hurried sound attracted Ma Feifei's attention. Ma Feifei turned around and saw a group of people pushing a cart and horses towards him. Everyone was wearing the same clothes, with the word "slave" deliberately written on their chests. The leader was a middle-aged man. The color of his clothes was different from the gray of others. It was yellow, which was very conspicuous. The word "child" was deliberately written on his chest.

"Could they be servants and pageboys from Yong'an Prefecture?" Ma Feifei frowned. These people were all too familiar to him; servants and pageboys were people he had recently come into contact with personally.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry..."

Before he knew it, the carriage had arrived beside Ma Feifei. Because Ma Feifei did not move aside, the carriage crashed right into him.

"Get out of the way!" the middle-aged man hissed as he saw Ma Feifei blocking his path.

Ma Feifei frowned, and her steps, which were about to make way, suddenly stopped, and she stood still.

"Creak~ creak~" The carriage and horses drew closer and closer, showing no sign of stopping.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man flew into a rage, stepped forward, and raised his hand to slap Ma Feifei across the face.

Smack!

Ma Feifei reached out to block, but the opponent's strength was not strong; it was purely physical strength, and he easily blocked it.

"Huh?" When the middle-aged man saw that his hand was blocked by Ma Feifei, he raised his foot and kicked Ma Feifei in the stomach.

Ma Feifei slightly shifted his body and suddenly punched the other person in the face.

"Bang"

The middle-aged man was sent flying backward, crashing into the car behind him. The items on the car were knocked off and fell to the ground on both sides.

"Xun Book Slave, how are you?"

"Xun Book Slave, are you alright?"

The servants and clerks behind him quickly stepped forward to help him up.

"You audacious thief! Do you know that this is a carriage from Yong'an Prefecture? How dare you ram it? Don't you have a death wish!" Xun Book Slave pushed aside the people surrounding him, covered his face with one hand, and pointed at Ma Feifei with the other, shouting angrily.

Ma Feifei didn't even look at the other person directly. His gaze was fixed on the things scattered on the ground: neatly cut sheets of paper, with faint ripples on them, showing that the paper was of high quality.

"Are these finished paper rolls? Where are they being transported to?" Ma Feifei frowned, thinking. This scene seemed somewhat familiar to him. He vaguely remembered that similar carriages and horses were entering the city from outside when it was just getting light in the morning. Now they were appearing again at night, but he hadn't seen them again during the whole day. He didn't know what the reason was.

"Attack!" The middle-aged man was furious that Ma Feifei ignored him, and he waved his hand to order the servants on both sides to attack Ma Feifei.

"Go!" The servants and clerks responded and charged towards Ma Feifei.

Facing a group of errand boys and servants whose cultivation was sealed and who relied solely on physical strength, Ma Feifei, whose cultivation was not sealed, dealt with them effortlessly. He subdued them all in just a few moves, one kick and one slap at a time.

Xun Book Slave, who had been watching from behind, frowned slightly upon seeing how powerful Ma Feifei was, with faint fluctuations of Spiritual Power emanating from his movements. He called over a servant who was tending to him and whispered, "Quickly, go and report to the master that someone is trying to rob our Xun Clan's goods."

"Yes!" The servants and clerks hurriedly bowed and left. After the man had gone, Xun Book Slave turned around and looked at the battlefield, only to find that the battle had ended at some point, and the unfamiliar young man was standing in front of him.

"May I ask your honorable name, Master Scribe?" Xun Book Slave glanced at the Sage's Robe on Ma Feifei and asked in a deep voice.

I was walking in a hurry and from a distance earlier, so I didn't pay much attention to the clothes Ma Feifei was wearing. Now that I'm closer, I realize that Ma Feifei is actually wearing the Sage's Robe.

However, Xun Book Slave was not too worried. Even if Ma Feifei was a writer, he was not afraid because his backer was the entire Yong'an Prefecture. As long as he was in Yong'an City, no one could stand against Yong'an Prefecture.

"Who I am is not important. Just tell me where you are taking these papers." Ma Feifei picked up a piece of paper from the ground and felt it in his hand. He found that the material was at least a grade higher than the paper given to him by the system in his Mysterious Bookstore.

This system is so stingy!

Ma Feifei couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Master Scribe, this is merchandise from the family of Master Scribe Xun, Third-rank Author in Yong'an Prefecture," the middle-aged man replied with a gloomy face.

"Whoa!" Ma Feifei was startled upon hearing this. It was an old acquaintance! It was Xun Ling, Third-rank Author! The two of them had even had a street chase that afternoon.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I might not have had this thought, but now that you've said it, I'm determined to steal this truckload of goods." Ma Feifei stroked his chin, casually grabbed Xun Book Slave and jumped out, then with a wave of his hand, the entire truckload of goods was stored in his spatial ring.

"You!" The middle-aged man fell to the ground, staring at everything in disbelief. He really didn't expect Ma Feifei to dare to steal this cart of goods, which was paper made by Master Scribe Xun's family!

"What do you mean 'you'? Just thank Master Scribe Xun and the Mysterious Bookstore will accept this shipment." Ma Feifei touched his spatial ring and walked away happily.