Ye Fan followed Fan Xian aboard the main ship, bound for Paradise Star. His strange getup-a straw hat on his head and a cigar between his lips-drew curious looks from the others.
Why was this guy wearing a shabby straw hat? He looked like a complete bumpkin. Worse still, he was walking beside Fan Xian, which really rubbed the others the wrong way.
"Fairy, your people really don't like me! Those looks have practically killed me millions of times."
"What are you looking at? Never seen a handsome man before?"
Ye Fan's arrogant shout left the others grinding their teeth, itching to pin him to the ground and give him a beating.
Even Fan Xian rolled her eyes at his swagger. Just what was this fellow up to?
Ye Fan now had plenty of trump cards, and his cultivation had reached the ninth heaven of Severing the Dao. Even if a Sage came, he could hold his own. He had nothing to fear from these people.
"Boy, I challenge you to a duel!"
Fan Xian's suitors were so furious that smoke practically poured from their seven orifices, and they clamored to duel him.
"Don't get angry. He's an ascetic cultivator from beyond our domain who wants to join Heaven. We'll all be on the same side from now on."
Fan Xian quelled their anger, helpless in the face of Ye Fan's arrogance. Her sixth sense told her that this fellow would be difficult to control.
"Can't you take off that shabby straw hat? It looks so rustic!"
Fan Xian couldn't understand it. He was quite handsome, yet he insisted on wearing a shabby straw hat and making himself look like a bumpkin. Wasn't that lowering his own class?
"This is called understated luxury with substance. You wouldn't understand."
Ye Fan