Missy, You Smell So Sweet

"That man was no ordinary person!"

Guang Tian only needed one glance for the alarm bells to start ringing in his head.

He'd thought Qin Feng didn't have a single capable lackey by his side, and that coming back would be like stomping through a beginner's village. Who could've guessed that this unassuming little scholar was so formidable?

No wonder he never took part in fights, yet had been granted two Divine Artifacts by My Emperor.

"Your Majesty!"

Qian Jun spoke again. "Some time ago, you issued an order for the major factions to contribute treasures to fill our Great Qin treasury. But they've kept making excuses and putting it off. Some even took leave and went home with their disciples!"

"Took leave!?"

Qin Feng's eyelids lifted slightly. His voice was mild as he said, "Only those who are useless to the nation would take leave. Convey my decree: Great Qin has no need for such deadweight. Seize their property and drive them out of Great Qin."

"Holy crap!!"

Mu Xiu and the others were stunned, and a holy crap escaped their hearts, too.

He could've simply robbed them, but instead he had to pin a crime on them.

"Your Majesty!"

Wan Ma continued, "Some people did offer treasures, but they were all second-rate goods."

"Second-rate goods!?"

Qin Feng's gaze turned cold. "Since the day I was born, I have been first-rate in every respect. Are they mocking me by sending second-rate goods!?"

"Uh..."

Mu Xiu and the others were speechless.

They couldn't say for sure whether Qin Feng was first-rate in every respect, but his sword skill and shamelessness were certainly first-rate—so far ahead that no one could catch up.

"They dare mock me today; tomorrow, they'll dare to gather a crowd and rebel!"

Qin Feng's gaze swept across