Looked Down On? Slapping Everyone's Faces, Di Lin's Father

The imperial capital's main roads were clean and bright, with flowers decorating the surroundings.

Nobles dressed in lavish uniforms were everywhere on the streets.

Meanwhile, Lin Junyu, leading a little donkey and dressed in plain, old-fashioned clothes, naturally drew scorn from the people around him.

"Heh, where did this country bumpkin come from?"

"Coming to the capital dressed in such rags? He's practically ruining the imperial capital's image!"

As the people around him chattered, Lin Junyu simply surveyed his surroundings.

He could not be bothered to argue with a bunch of weak ants.

He had come here to see Di Lin, the eldest of the three Zichuan heroes who had been born before him.

Still, these clothes really were not suitable for paying someone a visit.

"Brother, how do I get to Snow Moon Tower?"

Lin Junyu stopped an ordinary resident of the imperial capital and asked.

"Pfft? You want to go to Snow Moon Tower? Pfft, that's hilarious!"

"Hahaha, this poor guy in rags wants to go to Snow Moon Tower?"

"No, do you even know what kind of place Snow Moon Tower is? And you dare go there?"

"That's a place only high-ranking officials and nobles are qualified to visit for entertainment. You, a country bumpkin, want to go too?"

Before the resident Lin Junyu had questioned could answer, several young noblemen passing by burst into pig-like laughter.

They simply could not hold it in; it was too funny.

Even as noble scions, they needed the proper qualifications to enter Snow Moon Tower.

Minor nobles could not even get through the doors. Only children of mid-ranking, upper-ranking, and top-tier noble families were qualified to enter.

This beggar dressed in rags, whose most valuable possession was probably that little donkey, actually wanted to go to Snow Moon Tower? What a joke.

"Gentlemen, is it really that funny?"

Lin Junyu's expression darkened. It seemed that if he did not teach these spoiled young nobles a lesson, they would soon be shitting on his head.

He raised his right hand and clenched it in the air.

The eight young nobles who had still been laughing immediately clutched their throats.

Their entire bodies seemed to be lifted by some invisible force, suspended in midair!

Unable to breathe, their faces gradually turned crimson, and the bloodshot veins in their eyes began to bulge.

"Save... save us!"

"Let... let us go, please! We were wrong!"

Seeing this bizarre scene, the surrounding people fled in all directions in terror.

Once Lin Junyu saw them admit their mistake, he released his clenched right hand.

The group immediately crashed to the ground in a miserable heap, desperately gasping for air.

They had nearly suffocated to death just now.

Looking at the raggedly dressed man before them, the eight young nobles realized they might have kicked an iron plate. They lay on the ground, not daring to move.

"You still haven't answered my question. How do I get to Snow Moon Tower?"

Lin Junyu withdrew his icy gaze from the group of suicidal young nobles and turned to ask the resident in a gentle, friendly tone.

The resident had been terrified by the scene and tremblingly pointed out the way for him.

"Thank you!"

Lin Junyu thanked him politely, then led his little donkey onward.

Only after watching that figure leave did the eight young nobles lying on the ground dare to climb back up.

Their faces were full of relief at having survived. They swore that from then on, they would never again look down on anyone who came in from outside.

As Lin Junyu walked farther away, a system notification rang out in his mind.

[ Ding, detected that the host has changed the fates of eight strangers. Reward: 8,000 Life Points. Life Point balance: 1,308,000. ]

"It can work like that?"

Lin Junyu was puzzled. Hadn't he merely taught those ignorant, arrogant young nobles a lesson?

How had that changed their fates?

Perhaps their arrogance and debauchery would have offended certain people in the future, and this lesson he gave them...

He had made them rein themselves in and successfully avoided the crisis.

Never mind that. As long as there was a reward, it was fine. He would go to Snow Moon Tower and change clothes first.

After passing through several streets, Lin Junyu finally arrived before a magnificent, resplendent building.

On the front of the building were three enormous gilded words carved from pure gold: Snow Moon Tower.

"Mingyue spends money far too extravagantly. What a wasteful woman!"

Snow Moon Tower covered an enormous area and was several stories high.

As time went on, Snow Moon Tower had developed into a comprehensive establishment, no longer merely an inn that provided food and lodging.

It also had many specialty shopping areas and entertainment zones, much like the top-tier malls from his previous life.

Many of those entering and leaving Snow Moon Tower were Imperial elites wearing Zichuan Clan officer uniforms.

Now, before this group of elites, a man leading a donkey and dressed head to toe in ancient, tattered clothing stood out conspicuously.

"Who are you? Get lost. Don't you know this is where Imperial elites gather for leisure, shopping, and social events?"

A Snow Moon Tower guard immediately came before Lin Junyu to drive him away!

His duty was to maintain order at Snow Moon Tower.

"You blind fool. Who is in charge here? Give this thing to him!"

Lin Junyu pulled a violet-gold token from his ragged pocket.

He casually tossed it to the guard.

The guard caught it and examined it closely, then turned pale in shock.

This was the highest-grade token issued by Snow Moon Tower. Only four had ever been issued across the continent.

The owners of those four tokens were the patriarch of the Flowing Wind Clan, the patriarch of the Riverhill Lin Clan, the head of the Zichuan Clan, and the Demon God Emperor.

Yet now, a fifth one had appeared in his hands.

"Th-this... I'll go find the supervisor right away!"

Realizing this was beyond his ability to handle, the guard trembled as sweat continuously beaded across his face.

After stammering out a few words, he hurried off in a panic to find Snow Moon Tower's supervisor.

The Snow Moon Tower guard's reaction immediately sparked heated discussion among the surrounding family elites.

"Who is this person? Dressed like that, not only wasn't he thrown out, but he even made the guard treat him so cautiously!"

"This man's identity must be extraordinary. We must not offend him!"

Just as everyone discussed and guessed at Lin Junyu's identity, a chubby, honest-looking man came running over, panting heavily.

Li Zhaocai had originally been in his office doing the accounts when a guard suddenly rushed in carrying a token.

Just as he was about to berate the guard for interrupting his train of thought, his attention was caught by the token in the guard's hand.

As one of Snow Moon Tower's upper management, he naturally knew what that token was. It was the Snow Moon Token, possessed only by the continent's most honored individuals.

Anyone holding this token received free access to everything at Snow Moon Tower and had to be received with the highest standards of hospitality.

"There's no mistake, no mistake! This is absolutely the Snow Moon Token issued by the Tower Master! Where is the honored guest? Take me to him, quickly!"

Led by the guard, Li Baocai hurried to the entrance to receive the guest.

"My lord, I am the supervisor of the Imperial Capital's Snow Moon Tower. Just call me Baocai!"

Li Baocai spoke in a fawning tone, constantly trying to ingratiate himself with Lin Junyu.

"I came here to change into a new set of clothes. Take me to find something suitable."

"Certainly, my lord. This way, please. This is the tower's clothing section. You may choose anything you like, and we will cover all expenses!"

Led by Li Baocai, Lin Junyu headed into the building.

The Imperial elites who had come to enjoy themselves were all dumbfounded.

That was the Snow Moon Tower supervisor, a man they had never even seen before. Yet this person had actually made the supervisor come personally to receive him.

His identity was far more mysterious than anyone had imagined.

After all, the supervisor only came out to greet someone when the Clan Head himself arrived.

"Master, Madam is about to give birth! Please hurry home!"

Outside Snow Moon Tower, a group of horses galloped over. One of the guards leaped down from his horse.

He ran over to a handsome middle-aged man dressed in a commander's uniform.

"Is that Commander Dijiang of the clan?"

"I heard long ago that Commander Dijiang's wife was with child. I never expected the baby to be born today!"

The handsome middle-aged man stared blankly at the reporting guard for a moment, then broke into delighted laughter.

The people around him immediately gathered, offering congratulations to the clan's commander.

"Quick, I need to get home. I hope my wife has given me a boy. That way, I'll finally have an heir!"

After thanking his fellow officials, Dijiang swung onto a guard's horse and galloped madly toward home.

Meanwhile, Lin Junyu had already bathed and selected a luxurious outfit to wear.

In the mirror, clad in elegant, close-fitting clothes, Lin Junyu exuded the bearing of royal nobility from head to toe.

Paired with his handsome, dashing features, he looked like a young emperor wandering the mortal world.