Chu Feng merely lifted his eyelids and retorted with biting sarcasm,"To borrow a phrase from Prince Liu Ping, one must have self-awareness! I may not have money, but I’m surrounded by beauties due to my skills, due to my charm."
"Unlike you, despite having a few stinking coins, your character is poor, you’re full of hot air, and no girl wants to associate with you. They all avoid you like they would the plague."
"Alas, I truly feel sorry for your pitiful state!"
Chu Feng’s words were met with bursts of applause.
The majority, being the less wealthy, were invisibly drawn to his side by his speech.
"You, you poor bastard..." Liu Ping’s face turned a ghastly shade of green, his pain point precisely hit by Chu Feng, making him like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, seething with rage.
"Sour grapes – that’s what you’re saying because you can’t have them. I’ve seen too many people like you."
"Calling me a poor bastard, how rich are you? Why don’t you prove your wealth by picking up the tab for everyone!"
Chu Feng was undoubtedly infuriating, pushing Liu Ping into the fire with his words.
As for dealing with such self-proclaimed superior fools, he didn’t even need to think too much.
How does that saying go? A quest for face will lead to suffering in vain.
Liu Ping wants to show off like a big spender in front of me? Then let’s have Liu Ping bleed a little.
"Prince Liu Ping is so generous that he’s buying everyone’s meal today. What do you all say, good or not?" Chu Feng loudly asked.
"Thank you, Prince Liu Ping!"
The crowd erupted in cheers. With a fool to foot the bill for them, they’d have to be crazy to refuse free money.
Liu Ping, compelled by Chu Feng, had no ground to refuse.
Even with ten thousand curse words galloping through his mind, he could only bleed money while forcing a smile and agree.
"Everyone eat and drink well; the meal is on this prince today!" Left with no other choice, Liu Ping had to puff himself up and pretend to be the big shot he wasn’t.
Having spent the money, he might as well be generous and save face.
The place was crowded with diners, and upon hearing Liu Ping agree to foot the bill, the people cheered even more. Many loudly complimented and thanked Liu Ping.
After all, there were plenty who wanted to cling to Prince Liu’s thick thighs.
If it were just to pay for a communal meal for those outside, it would only cost several taels of silver at most. Even though Liu Ping would have to bleed, he could still afford it.
Unexpectedly, many began ordering more dishes, choosing some of the expensive meats.
Even more people quietly invited friends over, bringing even more diners to the feast.
This made Liu Ping start to panic.
Every additional serving of meat ordered by someone made his heart convulse fiercely, and his complexion grew even paler.
"What a waste!" Qiao Sheng had initially hoped Liu Ping would give Chu Feng a good shaming, but didn’t expect Chu Feng to be so formidable. In the blink of an eye, it turned around, and Chu Feng had put Liu Ping in his place.
While secretly cursing Liu Ping’s uselessness, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
He gave a meaningful look to a henchman beside him and whispered,"Wei Jialin, go smash the table! Find a way to challenge Chu Feng to a duel!" The henchman Qiao Sheng sent out was a Fifth-order Swordsman in terms of cultivation.
He believed that dealing with Chu Feng, a Second Rank Swordsman, would be more than enough.
However, Qiao Sheng could never have dreamed that in just half a month, Chu Feng’s strength had skyrocketed. He had ascended three ranks and reached the realm of a Fifth Rank Swordsman.
He wouldn’t be considered weak even among the upperclassmen.
Wei Jialin immediately strode towards Chu Feng with a grim smile and slammed his palm onto the table.
Lin Yuxin and the other two girls screamed in fright, utterly terrified.
"Chu Feng, you spineless wretch without balls! Look at yourself before you even think about hitting on the girl I have a crush on. Do you want to die or live?" Wei Jialin, looking like a fierce god of war, relying on his formidable cultivation, acted as if he had Chu Feng completely under his thumb.
"You have two choices: either crawl from under my legs and never come within ten meters of Lin Yuxin again, or I’ll beat you up every time I see you."
"Or, fight me on the stage! Be a real man, defeat me, and then I won’t meddle in whatever romance you have with Lin Yuxin!"
Wei Jialin’s figure was incredibly robust, broad-shouldered and hefty around the waist, a 16-year-old who was even more muscular than fully-grown men.
His challenge to Chu Feng made many worry for Chu Feng in secret.
"Defeat you? Is there even a need to take the stage?"
After gobbling down a couple bites of rice, Chu Feng stood up and struck without warning.
He was holding a bowl of kelp soup provided by the restaurant, and unhesitatingly he aimed to dump it on Wei Jialin’s disgusting face. Just like that, you know it won’t cover the other person fully.
Chu Feng, an old monster who had lived for thousands of years, although he hadn’t really cultivated the Sword Dao in his last life, he did have some experience in fighting.
At least he was fully capable of instantly taking down his peers.
He raised his right foot, and while Wei Jialin was distracted by the kelp soup in his hand, he fiercely kicked Wei Jialin’s crotch.
A groin kick, always the ultimate move in a fight.
Because it’s effective and packs a massive punch, seasoned fighters always love to use it.
The kick hit the target dead on.
Wei Jialin had underestimated his opponent when fighting Chu Feng.
As a result, not only was Chu Feng’s cultivation not weaker than his, but Chu Feng also had stronger combat experience. Plus, Chu Feng had struck suddenly – it would be strange if he didn’t hit the mark.
After taking the kick, Wei Jialin instinctively covered his crotch with both hands and bent forward.
Now that was amusing.
The steaming hot bowl of kelp soup in Chu Feng’s hand was ruthlessly dumped over Wei Jialin’s face.
Wei Jialin whimpered like a dog, his nostrils and mouth filled with hot soup. His eyes were scalded too.
He completely lost the ability to fight and rolled around on the ground.
"Remember next time, it’s best not to bang the table while someone is eating. It’s incredibly rude," Chu Feng said after he dealt with this court jester, and his gaze shifted to Qiao Sheng.
How, how did this waste become so formidable?
Fear was written all over Qiao Sheng’s face. Although his cultivation was two ranks higher than Wei Jialin’s, after witnessing Chu Feng’s fierce combat prowess, he no longer dared to lightly engage with Chu Feng.
"Qiao Sheng, remember to keep your dog in check, don’t let it run around biting people!" Chu Feng’s face showed a warning expression. "Next time, it won’t be as simple as kneeling on the playground and cursing yourself as a fool!"
Chu Feng really knew how to hit where it hurts.
Qiao Sheng was defeated by Chu Feng while gathering herbs and was forced to kneel on the playground and call himself an idiot. It was the humiliation of his life.
It was an eternal pain for him, and he wouldn’t allow anyone to mention it.
Chu Feng’s public reminder was also a warning to him, and this made Qiao Sheng’s proud and handsome face contort violently.
"Chu Feng, you low-achiever from Class Five, a piece of trash, you just had a small victory and now you’re showing off in front of me. I hope you don’t forfeit in this afternoon’s Alchemy Competition. If you’re brave enough, come and fight me."
"Whoever loses will be the dog. They must kneel before the other and bark. Do you dare accept?"
Qiao Sheng’s voice was bone-chillingly cold.
The Alchemy Academy holds an Alchemy Competition once a year, and it’s an important event in the academy.
Qiao Sheng was a top talent among the junior students, and this time he was pumped up, ready to make a strong impression and even compete with the older students.