Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 1226: Chapter 1260: Liu Ruyan’s Hidden Troubles

“Knock, knock, knock…” The door was gently knocked twice again.

But it seemed there was no response from inside the room, as it was empty and devoid of any echo.

Now Lin Zifeng was in a quandary. He had just managed to feel a subtle sensation of Vital Energy breaking through his Realm, and this jinx had come over.

Damn it, the combat experience after such a battle is very brief, and if not grasped well, it might be years before he could experience this kind of Realm again.

Sometimes, cultivation is not just about practice, but more about comprehending, understanding life, the experiences left after each battle.

This is important, but having just grasped a little of the mystery, it seems today’s cultivation Realm has been disrupted again.

Monet Yun’s stars-like eyes flickered. Seeing no response from inside, she boldly pushed the door open.

After stepping in, the room was empty.

This made Monet Yun a little curious since he was just here.

“Hmm? Where did he go?” Monet Yun glanced around and found Lin Zifeng wasn’t in the room.

“Good! This is the effect I wanted.” Lin Zifeng, hiding in the sauna room, continued his state of enlightenment. The life-and-death combat experience was precious, and he had to seize it well.

Concentrating his mind, he infused Vital Energy, attempting to break through to the Qi Dao Middle Stage.

Once breaking through the middle stage, his cultivation would greatly improve. Once he reached the King Realm, with his Totem Battle Skills, defeating enemies would not require as much energy as it does now.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

At this moment, Lin Zifeng’s ear twitched slightly, his eyes suddenly opened. He knew Monet Yun had come in.

Goddammit! I told you not to come in, but you insisted on coming in!

Lin Zifeng was so angry he felt like swearing.

“Mr. Lin, why are you hiding alone in the sauna?”

Monet Yun held a long wooden tray in her hands, with wine, fruit, and some glass cups on it. What stopped Lin Zifeng from breathing was the tray also had a white towel wrapped with about a dozen Silver Needles.

“Why did you come in?” Lin Zifeng kept a straight face, pretending to know nothing.

“Pfft—”

Monet Yun chuckled and playfully remarked, “Didn’t I mention earlier that there was a program? So, of course, I naturally came to entertain Mr. Lin.”

“Program? What program?” Lin Zifeng was perplexed, not understanding what she meant.

Besides, what kind of programs could Fusang possibly offer? Other than soaking in a hot spring and taking a bath, Lin Zifeng couldn’t fathom what other good programs there could be.

Unless you give this old man a big breast massage or something close.

“Mr. Lin, you’ll know in a moment.”

Monet Yun gave a seductive smile, gently placed the tray on the ground, and then began to untie the kimono she had just changed into.

“…”

Lin Zifeng was stunned. Is this so-called program performed in such a manner?

“Hold on.”

Lin Zifeng reached out to stop her from undressing, coldly saying, “I don’t like this. Please leave; I just want some peace and quiet.”

“Mr. Lin, I’m doing this willingly.”

“But I’m very reluctant!”

Lin Zifeng said indifferently.

He really had no sexual interest in women who came to him unsolicited. Though he was promiscuous, he was never indecent.

In life, it’s alright to tease a few girls, but without conquest, there’s no reason to take advantage of what’s given.

“Mr. Lin, you traveled such a long way from the martial arts world. As an honored guest, our Jipu Family naturally wants to serve you with the most gracious hospitality. Moreover, I’m not the kind of woman Mr. Lin imagines me to be. I might as well tell Mr. Lin, this is my first time; I am still a virgin. If Mr. Lin doesn’t mind, I can completely entrust my virginity to Mr. Lin. Serving Mr. Lin would be a great honor for me, Monet Yun.”

Monet Yun not only didn’t feel embarrassed about her actions but instead felt justified. To her, entrusting her body to a strange man seemed like a kind of happiness.

Indeed. In this country of Fusang,

The roles played by most women are gentle, obedient to Fusang men.

This is also one of the reasons why many men from the martial arts world want to marry Fusang women.

Furthermore, this way of receiving honored guests is also among those reasons.

Money, women. Can drive any man in the world crazy.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t need it. I already have a wife,” Lin Zifeng stood up, looking like he was no longer in the mood for cultivation.

Then he took out a pack of cheap cigarettes, intending to light one up to ease his mood.

“Snap!”

Monet Yun considerately lit the flame for him personally.

“…” What the—, this speed…

At this moment, Lin Zifeng finally felt an awkwardness brought by a gentle woman.

Suddenly, a wave of homesickness came over him. No matter how he thought about it, his own wife was still the best.

Meanwhile, back in the Zhonghai villa, separated by thousands of miles from Fusang—

Liu Ruyan had inadvertently seen Lin Zifeng’s battle gear and mask in his room, and as a result, she couldn’t sleep all night.

Early the next morning, Liu Ruyan languidly sat at the dining table in the living room, head bowed, her bright and watery eyes fluttering constantly.

She held a piece of bread in her hand, and the handsome guy sitting beside her was in quite a dilemma.

With wide eyes, longing gaze, he buzzed a few times, hoping she would give him the bread, but Liu Ruyan sat as stiffly as a statue, entirely lost in her own thoughts, completely ignoring the handsome guy.

The most terrifying time for a woman is when they shop mindlessly; the most exasperating time is when they look love-struck.

And right now, Liu Ruyan looked exactly like she was love-struck.

“Ruyan, what’s wrong?”

Nangong Bing came in from outside and saw the dazed Liu Ruyan, her pretty eyes filled with doubt.

In her impression, Liu Ruyan didn’t have the habit of daydreaming.

“Ah!!”

The startled Liu Ruyan accidentally dropped the bread, which was caught by the handsome guy in one bite.

“What are you thinking about? Looking so lost,” Nangong Bing teased with a smile. At home, Nangong Bing could smile; outside, to see Nangong Bing smile at others—ha, that’s a pipe dream.

“No, nothing. What could I be thinking about?” Liu Ruyan awkwardly touched her face, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Wanting to ask something, the words stopped at the tip of her tongue.

Feeling helpless, Liu Ruyan placed her finger on her lips, pondering silently: Should I tell Bingbing or not? This is a big deal; maybe he is the Death God, maybe he isn’t. But if he is, does Bingbing know?

If he isn’t, then I’ll be embarrassed.