As he spoke, Feng Wuchen's chilling killing intent spread outward.
Seeing her brother's anger, Feng Ning instinctively grabbed his sleeve.
"Brother… I'm fine!"
Feng Wuchen gently patted her shoulder.
"Leave everything to me."
Then he stood up, placing himself in front of Feng Ning.
"I'll ask again: who hit my sister?"
Just as his words fell, a young man in luxurious clothes stepped out from beside Jiang Qianxue. His complexion was pale, and his steps unsteady, clearly a spoiled playboy whose indulgence had drained his vitality.
With an arrogant look, the young man declared, "I hit her! So what? That little wretch walked without watching where she was going and deserved it! I'll have you know, my father is…"
"Whoosh!"
Before he could finish boasting about his connections, Feng Wuchen moved.
"So fast!"
It was the only thought in the minds of the onlookers.
In a flash, Feng Wuchen appeared in front of the youth, driving a fist straight into his abdomen.
"Boom!"
The loud impact sent the youth flying backward, crashing into a railing and vomiting blood.
Calmly, Feng Wuchen stepped forward and planted a foot on the young man's face, causing blood to splatter.
"Even if your father were the king of heaven, you have only one life. Who gave you the courage to hit my sister?"
The youth opened his mouth as if trying to speak, but Feng Wuchen's strike had left him utterly incapacitated.
After dealing with him, Feng Wuchen slowly turned his gaze toward Jiang Qianxue, his eyes boldly and openly examining her from head to toe.
"Boy! Watch where you're looking! Qianxue is not someone you can disrespect!"
Another young noble stepped forward to warn him.
Ignoring him, Feng Wuchen took a step forward, heading straight for Jiang Qianxue.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Stop him! Don't let him get near Qianxue!"
In an instant, Jiang Qianxue's admirers formed a human wall to protect her.
"Hmph! The person you just struck is the son of Minister Liu. You're in serious trouble now!"
"Everyone here is someone with status and power. Neither you nor that wild girl can afford to provoke us…"
Slap!
Before the speaker could finish, Feng Wuchen acted again.
A loud slap resounded, and the noble spat out blood, most of his teeth knocked out.
"Who did you call a wild girl?"
"Boy! How dare you hit the son of the Southern Command General! You're finished!"
"Looks like I've been too lenient with all of you."
Hearing the threats, Feng Wuchen moved like the wind, charging into the crowd.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
One by one, loud slaps rang out as Feng Wuchen sent each pampered youth flying, spitting blood and collapsing in pain.
The sight left the surrounding crowd in shock.
These were sons of high-ranking officials! Even a royal prince wouldn't dare be so brazen.
The common thought was unanimous: this young man was doomed!
After taking down Jiang Qianxue's admirers, Feng Wuchen fixed his gaze back on her.
Despite the chaos, Jiang Qianxue remained proud and composed, her long white dress still pristine except for a small oil stain at the hem.
Feng Wuchen's eyes glinted with amusement.
"Heh… Miss Jiang, you truly like to keep yourself spotless."
Jiang Qianxue cast a cold glance at him. "It's not about liking cleanliness. I simply detest touching filthy things, that's all."
Filthy things!
Clearly, in her eyes, Feng Wuchen and Feng Ning, as well as her own admirers, were all beneath her.
Feng Wuchen smiled coldly. "I can see that. To someone like you, even a passing glance from a commoner would be a grave sin. But I'm curious. How is it that, despite my sending twelve people flying just now, you remained spotless except for my sister's spilled food?"
Jiang Qianxue was momentarily stunned, her eyes betraying a flicker of surprise.
Could he have figured it out?
Feng Wuchen's sharp gaze was unfaltering. At a glance, he had discerned Jiang Qianxue's strength. Unlike those pampered youths, her foundation was solid, her aura stable. She was genuinely at the Spirit Condensation stage, specializing in speed techniques.
But that very speed made things puzzling. Someone so fast should have easily avoided a bowl of spilled food.
There was only one explanation!
"You did it on purpose, didn't you? You deliberately got dirty from my sister's spilled meal!" Feng Wuchen bluntly stated his suspicion.
"Ridiculous! Why would I do such a thing?" Jiang Qianxue denied it vehemently.
"Why? Because you enjoy being the center of attention, and my sister was just a pawn in your game to manipulate those fools!"
"Utter nonsense!" Jiang Qianxue's composure wavered, her voice tinged with agitation. "I, Jiang Qianxue, need no such childish tricks! If I wished, the men willing to die for me could form a line from here to the Imperial Palace!"
"But aren't they just the lowly people you look down on? You pride yourself as a genius, disdainful of any man around you, and you used this scheme to attract the attention of a true prodigy."
Feng Wuchen's gaze pierced through her.
"You think you're above everyone, yet you use the people you despise to elevate yourself, even at the cost of involving an innocent girl. Your behavior is pathetic and vile!"
The entire crowd fell silent, stunned by his bold words.
Gasps of disbelief echoed around them.
Humiliation! Complete and public humiliation!
This was Jiang Qianxue, renowned beauty and prodigy, dream of countless youths.
The backlash would be swift and brutal; Feng Wuchen would be hunted the moment he stepped outside the First Inn.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a surge of energy erupted from Jiang Qianxue, her dress and hair whipping in the powerful aura. Even in her fury, she exuded a fierce allure that left the crowd mesmerized.
"You're the first to ever speak to me like this! You've enraged me! But one thing you got right: no man in the capital meets my standards. My future husband must possess unparalleled intelligence, exceptional talent, and the unyielding spirit of a true swordsman!"
Unparalleled intelligence! Exceptional talent! Unyielding spirit!
Her criteria were impossibly high. Few, if any, in the capital or even the Azure Dust Sect could measure up.
"But you… You're not worthy either! Insulting me publicly, you will pay with your life!"
With that, Jiang Qianxue vanished in an instant. Her speed was beyond anything Feng Wuchen had expected, but his expression remained calm.
"Indeed, you're fast. Against ordinary Spirit Condensation stage cultivators, your speed would be overwhelming. But no matter how fast you are, you can't outspeed my sword!"
As he finished, a crimson spirit sword appeared in Feng Wuchen's hand, and he thrust it in a precise direction.