At first, the nearby servant was also drawn in by He Caiwei’s unparalleled beauty. But when he saw her blue-black heterochromia, he instantly cried out, “Young Master, this woman has heterochromia! It’s a sign of misfortune—getting close to her could cost your life!”
As he spoke, the servant tugged at the arrogant Young Master, trying to pull him away from He Caiwei.
“Heterochromia? So what? A beauty like her—I’d die beneath a peony and still count it as a romantic death,” the Young Master sneered, his eyes glinting with lust as he leered at He Caiwei.
“Young Master, people with heterochromia have always met tragic ends. It’s either death or ruin!” the servant pleaded, continuing to pull at him.
Before he could finish, the arrogant Young Master kicked him aside. “Scram! When did you get the right to meddle in my affairs? Keep talking and I’ll cripple your manhood first!”
He turned around. His earlier fury vanished, and the lust returned as he looked at He Caiwei again. He strode quickly toward her and Lin Feng, completely ignoring Lin Feng, as if he didn’t exist.
“My dear, you’re stunning. You’ve pierced right through to the core of this Young Master’s heart. Come back with me to my manor—I’ll make sure you live in luxury.” He smirked and added, “As long as you please me, anything you want will be yours.”
As he spoke, he flirtatiously twirled a folding fan and tried to lift He Caiwei’s chin. But before he could go further, the fan wouldn’t budge—he couldn’t exert any strength. His wrist was locked tightly.
It was Lin Feng who had grabbed him. Without a word, Lin Feng clenched hard, twisted his palm down, and with a crisp crack, dislocated the Young Master’s right arm.
Only then did the Young Master notice Lin Feng. He looked at him with shock and fury, but before he could speak, pain exploded from his arm.
“Ahhh…” he screamed in agony and stumbled backward, crashing into the crowd of servants behind him.
“What are you all waiting for? Beat him to death!” the Young Master shouted in rage, hatred blazing in his eyes as he glared at Lin Feng despite the pain.
“Boy, you’ve got rotten luck crossing our Young Master. You’re done for!” Three or four servants rolled up their sleeves. One helped the Young Master up while the others charged at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng remained calm. He grabbed the incoming fist, spun around, and with forceful precision, threw the attacker to the ground. Half of the man’s body went numb, and he collapsed completely.
Two others tried to ambush Lin Feng. He dodged with ease and landed two swift punches—”BOOM! BOOM!”—knocking them flat on the ground.
The commotion quickly drew a crowd. Curious bystanders leaned out from nearby tea stalls to watch. Steam hissed from a copper kettle boiling tea. As the new batch brewed and poured into a neatly arranged teapot, the fragrance of tea spread through the small stall.
A broad-shouldered, sharp-featured middle-aged man with a powerful and heroic presence sat at the tea stand. He wore black combat attire, held a porcelain bowl in his calloused left hand, and watched Lin Feng’s actions with interest. His eyes carried a sharp killing intent—clearly not an ordinary man.
“So young, yet so ruthless and decisive. Once he moves, it’s with thunderous force. Judging by his age, not even twenty, and he’s already a 3rd rank martial cultivator?” the middle-aged man murmured to himself. “This little Fengshui County… truly unexpected.”
He observed Lin Feng’s every move and easily saw through his cultivation, feeling a sense of admiration. After all, when he was Lin Feng’s age, he had only just reached 2nd rank.
“Has the General taken a liking to his talent? Planning to recruit him?” asked the young man sitting across from him. He was around Lin Feng’s age, with sharp eyebrows and clear eyes, his upright features exuding righteousness. Even his breathing rhythm was longer than a normal person’s, indicating he too was extraordinary.
The middle-aged man gave a slight nod, his eyes still fixed on Lin Feng as he praised, “Indeed. This boy’s talent rivals even yours. With my training, within three years he could command troops. Given time, he may even stand beside me as an equal.”
“It seems General is deeply impressed. That’s high praise,” Ye Kai chuckled, without a hint of disdain for Lin Feng.
Ye Kai, already holding the post of Centurion at a young age, had a bright future ahead. He fell silent, following the General’s gaze toward Lin Feng, a youthful sense of rivalry beginning to stir in his heart.
“Trash! Every last one of you!” the Young Master, gritting his teeth in pain, glared at his collapsed servants.
In just a few moves, they had all been beaten to the ground. The Young Master cursed furiously. No one noticed that one of the servants had quietly slipped into the crowd and disappeared.
The onlookers started murmuring.
“Serves him right! A guy like that deserves punishment!”
“If that young man hadn’t held back, this spoiled brat might’ve been crippled for life.”
But slowly, the crowd’s tone began to shift.
“Wait… isn’t he the county magistrate’s son?”
“No way! If that’s true, this guy’s in huge trouble.”
“Heavens! That’s the county lord’s son—arrogant and untouchable in Fengshui County!”
The crowd quickly fell silent.
The arrogant Young Master lying on the ground let out a cold laugh, and his beaten servants started shouting again.
“You messed with our Young Master—you’re finished!”
“You think a few punches mean anything? In this world, it’s all about influence!”
“Kid, kneel and beg for forgiveness. Maybe our Young Master will spare your life!”
They groaned and climbed up, helping the Young Master to his feet. One servant even grabbed a bench for him to sit down.
“Now you know who I am, huh? Scared?” the Young Master sneered, still arrogant despite his dislocated arm. He looked at Lin Feng with contempt, then pointed downward with his thumb and said, “Kneel and kowtow three times. If I’m in a good mood, maybe I’ll let you go.”
He turned to He Caiwei, his face twisted with lust. “Have your dear wife spend a night with me. Tomorrow I’ll return her to you. That’s me being generous.”