【Ding! Key plot triggered】
【Current Plot: Chapter 8 – Small Test of Skill】
【Role-Playing Requirement: Step on the Villainous Young Master】
【Completion: 0%】
Here it comes.
“Heh.” Ao Ge sneered coldly. “Young City Lord Yan Zhen, you wouldn’t still think you’re that Heaven’s Proud Son from before, would you?”
“More than enough to handle a pig like you.”
Yan Zhen’s expression didn’t change. Even without his Trump Card (First Order) or Special Trump Card: Kingly Domineering Aura, the Mystic Body Technique he’d just learned was sufficient to match Mystic Disciples at the sixth or seventh stage.
Ao Ge fell squarely in that power range. What’s more, his cultivation had been piled up through external aids and hollowed out by wine and women. Taking him down would be a simple matter.
Of course, the script called for Yan Zhen to borrow a thread of power from the Beautiful Female Master in the Crystal Stone Space to string Ao Ge up and give him a thorough thrashing.
After dealing with Ao Ge, the fool would suffer something like an Intelligence Demolition Strike. He’d fly into a humiliated rage and send his two goon bodyguards to teach the young city lord a lesson.
That would earn him another beating from the patrolling soldiers on the street, followed by a trip to the city jail—until his father came to bail him out.
Anyway, Ao Ge was getting hammered no matter what. Even Jesus couldn’t save him.
Yan Zhen’s words made Ao Ge’s face gradually darken.
“Heh heh, Young City Lord Yan Zhen, you sure love to joke. With your Mystic Disciple Third Stage strength, you think you can take down this young master? Since that’s the case, this young master will have to humbly ask for a few pointers. I’m just afraid the young city lord won’t dare to accept the challenge.”
Sixth stage against third—Ao Ge held the advantage. What was there to fear?
Yan Zhen was about to speak when Yan Meng’er cut in ahead of him.
“Ao Ge, don’t you go too far!”
Yan Meng’er stepped forward, shielding Yan Zhen behind her. Anger overflowed on her delicate face.
“You used to turn tail and run the moment you saw Cousin Yan Zhen. Now that he’s having health problems, you want to seize the chance to bully him? Have you asked me about that? If you want to fight, fight me. If I can’t settle you in three moves, consider it my loss!”
She was at the Mystic Disciple Eighth Stage, backed by the insight and experience of a half-step Mystic Lord from her previous life. If she really made a move on Ao Ge, one strike would suffice.
“Count me in.” Huangfu Wenqing stepped up beside Yan Zhen as well. She glanced at Ao Ge’s two goon bodyguards—both Six-Star Mystic Practitioners, one star above her—but she showed no fear whatsoever. “You can all come at me together.”
At those words, Ao Ge’s bodyguards worried for their young master and advanced in unison, pressing forward menacingly.
A smile tugged at Ao Ge’s lips as he spoke unhurriedly.
“Do you only know how to hide behind women, Young City Lord Yan Zhen?”
Well, in the original plot, he’d gone out alone to buy medicinal ingredients and run into Ao Ge. Yan Meng’er and Huangfu Wenqing hadn’t been with him.
Yan Zhen felt a complicated mix of emotions.
It was naturally heartwarming to see others get angry on his behalf and stand up for him, man or woman.
But this meant he couldn’t complete the plot.
“Being able to hide behind women is a skill in itself. But dealing with a Pig Ao Ge like you doesn’t require it… Meng’er, Wenqing, stand aside. Leave this to me.”
“Cousin, no!”
“Yan Zhen, don’t let him provoke you.”
The two women grew anxious and tried to dissuade him in unison.
They knew Yan Zhen would rise swiftly in the days ahead, surpassing everyone. But not right now.
The gap between third stage and sixth was still obvious. They didn’t believe he could win—and even if he did, it wouldn’t be easy.
How could they stand by and do nothing while watching him get hurt?
Seeing the concern on the women’s faces only fueled Ao Ge’s jealousy. This kind of blessing with the fairer sex should be his to enjoy. What right did a mere third-stage cripple have to it?
“Ladies, it’s best if women don’t interfere in a duel between men. Otherwise, if this young master accidentally hurts you, it would tarnish my reputation for cherishing the fair sex.”
“Shut your mouth. Just try touching Cousin Yan Zhen!”
“Hmph.”
“You won’t accept a kindness? Fine, don’t blame this young master for offending you— you two, hold them back. This young master wants a one-on-one spar with Young City Lord Yan Zhen.”
The two goon bodyguards received the order and moved to flank Huangfu Wenqing and Yan Meng’er, one on each side.
But before they could act, Huangfu Wenqing had already drawn her sword from her storage ring. Without hesitation, she thrust it out.
She was furious. These nobodies were wasting her date time with Yan Zhen—an unforgivable crime!
The strike split into two sword shadows, carrying sharp wind attribute mystic power. It struck with vicious precision at the shoulders of the two goon bodyguards.
Mystic Technique: Light-Dividing Shadow-Splitting Sword. At its base, it split into two sword shadows—a Mystic Technique. At its peak, it unleashed three thousand sword shadows like falling rain—a General Mystic Technique!
Rip.
Two sprays of blood erupted. The bodyguards cried out in pain and stumbled back uncontrollably. One arm hung limp, useless. Terror filled their eyes as they stared at the stunning girl in her azure skirt.
Too fast. So fast they only saw two black shadows before they were hit—and she was just a Five-Star Mystic Practitioner!
There was only one explanation: The Mystic arts and techniques she cultivated were of far higher quality than theirs!
Huangfu Wenqing flicked her sword. The blood on the tip splattered to the ground.
“!?”
Ao Ge’s eyes bulged. His two bodyguards were Six-Star Mystic Practitioners, hard-won from his father. How had this unfamiliar girl taken them out in one exchange?
At that moment, Yan Meng’er struck as well, her palm slamming out toward Ao Ge.
Mystic Technique: Great Flame Palm, an improved version of Flame Palm, nearing Master Mystic Technique in quality.
Scorching hot energy blasted toward him. Panic surged in Ao Ge’s heart. In his haste, he could only activate the 1st Tier protective Mystic Artifact at his chest: the Heartguard Mirror.
The palm struck Ao Ge’s chest. The blazing force swiftly ground away the mirror’s glow. The residual power shook through it, leaving his chest stuffy and breathless. His rotund body flew back, kicking up a cloud of dust.
“Ow!”
The goon bodyguards howled—Ao Ge had landed right on top of them.
Yan Meng’er withdrew her hand after felling Ao Ge with one palm. She let out a scornful cold snort.
Thanks to the bodyguards cushioning his fall, Ao Ge wasn’t too badly hurt. He quickly caught his breath and scrambled to his feet.
The Heartguard Mirror lay shattered. His chest was a mottled purple, the pain drawing hisses from his lips.
He looked up. Yan Meng’er and Huangfu Wenqing loomed over him, their gazes icy cold.
A wave of intense fear welled up in Ao Ge’s heart.
“Y-You… What do you want? My father’s the head of the Ao Clan, a Nine-Star Mystic Master. If you dare kill me, he won’t let you off!”
The women’s eyes narrowed. Ao Ge immediately cowered.
“Female heroes, spare me! This young master was wrong! Don’t kill me—don’t kill me!”
The women ignored him and turned to Yan Zhen behind them.
“Cousin Yan Zhen, how do you want to deal with him?”
“Want to just cut it off? Scions like this never learn without a harsh lesson.”
Yan Zhen blinked, a little dumbfounded.
Wasn’t this supposed to be his debut protagonist moment, slapping faces and acting cool? But he hadn’t even made a move, and Ao Ge was already on his knees begging!
Yan Meng’er and Huangfu Wenqing had done the fighting, the slapping, the face-beating. And he’d done… nothing!
Stupid Ao Ge—why provoke them?
He’d even agreed to a one-on-one, but Pig Ao Ge still went after Yan Meng’er and Huangfu Wenqing. Was he brain-dead?
Now look—beaten senseless, and he’d robbed Yan Zhen of his scene.
Yan Zhen: F me…
