NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 86: I’m Your Hatter!
To everyone's surprise, it wasn't Xue Qiang who responded.
It was Feng Fan.
As if he was addressing a long-time friend, Feng Fan stood up, casually draped an arm around the man's shoulder, and grinned.
"Brother, you're going about this all wrong! That's not how you win over a beautiful lady."
Everyone watching the scene was utterly stunned.
'This isn't how these kinds of confrontations usually play out, is it?' they wondered.
Xue Qiang shot Feng Fan a curious look, her expression silently asking, 'What are you up to now?'
The man standing beside Feng Fan, completely taken off guard, blurted out, "What am I doing wrong?"
Feng Fan's smile widened at the man's response. "You're making a rookie mistake, my friend. Promising her the best delicacies is just empty talk. Actions speak louder than words. You need to show her your wealth!"
The man's eyes lit up as if a light bulb had gone off in his head. Turning to Xue Qiang with newfound confidence, he said.
"My apologies, my lady. I've been rude. Perhaps you don't know, but I'm a disciple of the Blue Dragon Sect, the strongest immortal sect for thousands of kilometers!"
As he spoke, he reached into his spatial ring and retrieved a small, gleaming pill, encased in a delicately carved jade container.
"This," he announced proudly, "is a tier 2 beauty pill. It can preserve your beauty for the next thirty years, even if you're a mortal! It's highly coveted and worth two middle-grade Qi stones!"
Xue Qiang looked at the pill with clear disdain.
As a Foundation Establishment cultivator with Immortal talent and a Supreme cultivation technique, she had no need for such pills. With her rapid advancement, there was no reason for her to rely on it.
Before the man could notice her reaction, Feng Fan casually removed his arm from his shoulder and snatched the pill right out of his hand.
With a smile, he placed it into his space ring.
"Not bad," Feng Fan said, still smiling. "This is indeed a good gift. I'll take it on her behalf."
"You—" The man's eyes widened in shock and rage as he realized what had happened. "You lowly insect from the White Crow Sect dare to play with me? Do you know who I am?"
'I'm Wan Xiaojian, son of a Spirit Severing elder from the Blue Dragon Sect!' he thought, and his words echoed in Feng Fan's mind.
Feng Fan nearly rolled his eyes at the cliché villainous line. 'This guy really needs to be taught some manners before he gets himself killed by provoking the wrong person. Good thing I saw him first!'
With a casual glance, Feng Fan responded, "And do you know who I am?"
Wan Xiaojian's expression shifted to one of surprise. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm your hatter!"
'The best hat for a young master is a brick!' Feng Fan thought with a smirk.
Without hesitation, Feng Fan summoned his brick from his space ring and swung it mercilessly onto Wan Xiaojian's head.
Crack!
The brick cracked his skull slightly, sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious.
Xue Qiang watched the scene with a chuckle.
The other three members of the Blue Dragon Sect stood frozen, stunned by the sudden aggression. Recovering quickly, they drew their weapons from their space rings, glaring at Feng Fan with hostility.
"Are you crazy? We're going to kill you for this!" one of them threatened.
Feng Fan continued to smile at them, unfazed. The realms of the four cultivators, including the one unconscious on the ground, ranged from the 1st to the 3rd level of Foundation Establishment.
Even without Xue Qiang, he could easily handle them all.
The waiter nearby trembled, unable to do anything. He knew he couldn't allow a fight to break out inside, but as a mere mortal, how could he intervene in a conflict between cultivators?
He'd be signing his own death warrant.
Before the Blue Dragon Sect disciples could act on their threats, a heavy pressure descended upon them.
"If you wish to fight, do it outside. Disturb the guests, and I will punish all of you!" A voice boomed from the third floor.
The three Blue Dragon Sect disciples nearly collapsed under the weight of the pressure, but Feng Fan remained unaffected, continuing to smile as he calmly circulated his cultivation technique.
'Not even the heavens can suppress me, much less a human cultivator,' he thought with confidence.
The three cultivators from the Blue Dragon Sect quickly got back on their feet, and the same man from the Blue Dragon Sect spoke to Feng Fan again.
"Do you dare face us outside, or are you too much of a coward?"
Feng Fan looked at him with pity. 'Even his taunts are childish. I really need to teach these people a lesson!'
Without responding, Feng Fan crouched down, grabbed Wan Xiaojian's space ring, and tossed him toward Xue Qiang.
"This is a present for you, my lady."
Xue Qiang opened her palm to catch the ring and placed it on her ring finger, beside the other space ring her master had given her.
The finger she chose seemed to have some special meaning, but Feng Fan decided to let it go for now.
The three disciples from the Blue Dragon Sect watched in disbelief as Feng Fan robbed one of them right in front of their eyes.
They were about to explode with rage.
"You—"
Before the man could finish, Feng Fan interrupted him. "Hold on a second, will you?"
He turned to face the waiter, who was still trembling nearby.
"How much for the meal?" Feng Fan asked.
"H-Huh?" The waiter stammered, clearly taken by surprise.
"How much was the meal we just ordered?" Feng Fan asked again, more patiently this time.
"F-Fifty low-grade qi stones," the waiter replied.
Feng Fan nodded and tossed a sack containing a hundred qi stones in front of him.
"Keep the change."
'I'll take much more from them,' Feng Fan thought, eyeing the three fat lambs in front of him like prey.