Are You an Idiot?

A slightly contemptuous voice rang out from behind the three. As Ye Feng turned his head, he saw a youth clad in a purple robe glaring at him with undisguised disdain. The youth was by no means handsome; in fact, he looked shifty and rat-like, with an inherent sneakiness to his features, triangular eyes, and a flat nose bridge. Even the opulent robe he wore and the folding fan in his hand could not mask his wretched, vulgar air. When he saw that the three who had turned around were each more handsome than the last, an envious gleam flickered in his eyes. And when he had barked at them, his glare had been fixed squarely on the golden-haired Ye Feng. The youth looked no older than seventeen or eighteen, yet he spoke with an air of seasoned arrogance. Seeing that all three merely stared at him without budging, he grew even more irritated. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he snarled, "Don't you know who I am? Get out of the damn way already!" As he spoke, he muttered under his breath, "Blind dogs. What kind of riffraff is allowed at Yunding these days?" His angry shouts quickly drew the attention of the surrounding crowd. Many stopped in their tracks, eager to watch the commotion unfold. Among them, quite a few recognized the youth's identity. A young man frowned and whispered a curse, "Why is Wang Heyang here again?! Is Yundan Pavilion really not afraid of him getting beaten to death out here?!" The burly man accompanying him hurriedly dragged him away, warning in a tense whisper, "Fourth Brother, have you lost your mind?! No matter how much of a bastard he is, he's still a core disciple of Yundan Pavilion! Is he someone we can afford to provoke?" With that, the man cast a worried glance at Li Guanqi's trio and sighed softly. "Let's move quickly. Don't go meddling in other people's business!" The onlookers buzzed with discussion. Some sneered, remarking on how unlucky the three newcomers were to have crossed Wang Heyang. Yet as Wang Heyang glared at them, he found their expressions as calm as still water, showing neither fear nor anger. This only fueled the rising fury within him! His face darkening, he snapped his ostentatious folding fan shut and said coldly, "You three bumpkins, unless you're deaf, you should know who this young master is by now. Now get lost!" Ye Feng tilted his head, his expression turning chilly. He glanced at the spacious thoroughfare around them, then turned to Li Guanqi. Seeing Li Guanqi give a slight nod, Ye Feng couldn't help but sneer, "Are you an idiot?" As soon as the words left his mouth, a stir rippled through the crowd. None of the onlookers had expected Ye Feng to throw caution to the wind and curse right to his face. A young woman, looking at Ye Feng's handsome features, gasped and covered her mouth. "Doesn't he know who Wang Heyang is? How dare he... insult him like that? He's so good-looking, too. What a pity..." Her words drew immediate agreement from the woman beside her. A reasonably pretty woman dressed in a pink dress blinked, gazing at Ye Feng as she remarked, "Handsome indeed, but he clearly has no brains." Nearby, another cultivator watching the spectacle chuckled, "Hahaha, I never thought I'd live to see the day someone cursed at Wang Heyang. Given his temper, he definitely won't let this go." "Tsk tsk. The last person who spoke to him like that had their corpse hanging from the city gates the very next day, didn't they?" Wang Heyang narrowed his eyes, a frigid glint flashing within them. He felt as though his authority had suffered a grave insult! Yet before he could speak, Ye Feng's voice rang out once more. "Stop squinting. Even wide open, nobody could fucking see those eyes of yours anyway. The road is this damn wide, and you insist I'm in your way? Is your skin itching for a beating?" Ye Feng rolled his head, speaking with utter disdain. Hearing this, murderous intent flared in Wang Heyang's eyes. Razor-sharp blades suddenly snapped out from the ribs of his folding fan, and without another word, he lunged at Ye Feng! Crimson flames surged from his body as the oppressive aura of the Core Formation realm erupted with a roar! The once-ordinary fan was now wrapped in flames, twirling dazzlingly in his grip as it slashed toward Ye Feng on an erratic trajectory. Yet the spectating crowd noticed that the blind youth in white robes and the youth with a slightly oversized head did not even cast a glance back, turning casually to walk toward the auction house. Just as many thought the golden-haired youth was about to be drenched in blood, a dull thud suddenly resounded! The golden-haired youth moved like lightning. With a swift flicker, he dodged Wang Heyang's attack and drove a vicious backhand fist straight into his face! BANG! The terrifying force slammed Wang Heyang violently into the ground! The moment his head hit the paved stones, the blue bricks shattered, and his body rebounded into the air! Ye Feng pivoted, twisting at the waist to deliver a brutal kick squarely into Wang Heyang's face. The force behind this kick was immense; blood sprayed across Wang Heyang's face as his front teeth shattered completely. He was forced to swallow the blood and broken teeth straight down his throat. Yet just as Wang Heyang's body flew backward at high speed, that ghostly figure appeared beside him in a flash, grabbed him by the hair, and hoisted him into midair! At this sight, the surrounding onlookers fell completely silent! None of them had expected the handsome, golden-haired youth to be a Core Formation cultivator as well! Yet... They were clearly in the same realm, both at early Core Formation—so why was there such an astronomical difference in the strength they displayed? By every measure, the golden-haired young man's strength completely overwhelmed Wang Heyang. In an instant, the crowd began to speculate about Ye Feng's identity. Someone of such prowess and at such a tender age shouldn't be an unknown nobody. Yet rack their brains as they might, they couldn't recall any clan or sect in the Eastern Domain boasting such an individual. Dangling in Ye Feng's grip, Wang Heyang showed a flash of terror in his eyes, but it was far eclipsed by shame and fury! To be beaten like this in front of so many people—every shred of his face had been utterly shredded! Ye Feng disregarded his glare and said with mild boredom, "Is this the basis of your arrogance? Heh, nothing special." Thud! He tossed him dozens of paces away, Wang Heyang's wretched body skidding across the ground and smearing a long trail of blood. Ye Feng dusted off his hands with downcast eyes, his brow furrowed as if the blood on his hands disgusted him. He murmured softly, "No matter who you are, remember this: don't mess with us." With that, Ye Feng didn't even look back as he caught up with the other two, and the three walked into the Yunding Auction House together. Lying on the ground, Wang Heyang felt an agony as though every bone in his body was coming apart. Propping up his upper body, he violently coughed up several mouthfuls of thick blood mingled with shattered teeth. Vicious malice filled his eyes as he glared venomously at the departing trio! He whipped his head around toward the surrounding onlookers and roared, "What are you looking at?! Look at your own damn mothers! Look again and I'll kill you all!!"