[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 5

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Chapter Thirty-Four: A Young Girl's Heart Flutters

"No matter when or where, a hero rescuing a damsel in distress is always the best way to open a young girl's heart"—from *Thirty-Six Strategies—Fourth Brother's Guide to Picking Up Girls*
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"Ouch—"
She fell backward onto a stool, blood streaming down her face, screaming like a pig being slaughtered. Of course,
it wasn't Chuixue who got beaten.
As I've said before, Pang Yu is a good master; disciplining servants is something he only does back at the manor.
So…
the one who got beaten was a Hongxing thug, the one with a pockmarked face, walking with a limp, impatient and unable to resist grabbing Di Xiuxiang's little hand.
Isn't that courting death? You dare touch the soft, tender hand that Marquis Anle touched just a few days ago!
“啪！”“啪！”“啪！”“啪！”“啪！”庞昱运凳如飞，在众混混脸上挨个招呼，标准的快疾狠，标注的闪电战打法，就那么一眨眼功夫围住狄秀香的六男全部倒地，好一点的鼻子出血嘴巴歪，惨点的直接给一击揍成了面瘫。
秒杀，华丽丽的秒杀！
大侠出场的一下子被营造了出来。
“秀香，你没事吧？”他一把抓住狄秀香冰冷的小手，关切情切的问道，姑娘两个字也不加，好像两个人是相好的一样。
狄秀香一看是他，不用拉手脸就红了，芳心碰碰直跳犹如鹿撞，毫无来由地涌起一阵羞，晕陶陶的连说话都结巴了。
"I...I...I'm fine."
"Hmm, that's good." Pang Yu casually tossed his head, turned around, and pointed at the groaning thugs lying on the ground, shouting, "Are you all blind? You even dare to covet my Xiuxiang! You're tired of living, aren't you?" While he was scolding her, his other hand was still holding Chai Xiuning tightly.
Di Xiuxiang's face flushed red, her heart pounded even harder, and she twisted her arm a few times, trying to take her small hand out of his large palm, but she couldn't pull it out no matter what she did.
"Xiuxiang, don't be afraid." Pang Yu tightened his grip on her hand, emphasizing each word in a deep voice, "If these people dare to touch you, to lay a finger on your head, I'll wipe out the entire Hung Hing Society!"
Di Xiuxiang didn't understand Hung Hing, but she could tell that Pang Yu's words were clearly defending her, filled with indignation, anger, and righteous indignation. Especially the powerful confidence in his words, which was definitely not an act. A blush, like a budding flower in the spring breeze, suddenly bloomed on her cheeks again, and she let him hold her small hand, her ears burning red.
Several of the thugs had jumped up and grabbed their weapons to fight back, but when they heard him say he would wipe out the gang, their anger at being beaten instantly turned into laughter.
"Hahaha, you dare to threaten to mess with our Hung Hing?"
"Damn it, what business is it of yours if I harass a girl?"
"You're asking for trouble, brothers, teach him a lesson, beat him to death!"
Only two of the men who had been hit by the bench were still able to cry out while covering their faces. However, a group of burly men rushed out from a side alley. Seeing their man lying there with a bloodied face, they swarmed around him like a swarm of bees. Several of them were tall and muscular, with faces full of scars and chests covered in black hair. They were carrying sticks and other weapons, which made Di Xiuxiang tremble with fear, her palms sweating profusely.
Pang Yu sensed this.
He reached out his other hand to stroke her face, completely ignoring the bloody threat of the thugs waving their fists and sticks.
Di Xiuxiang's delicate body trembled slightly as she said, "Brother Pang, I..."
Pang Yu shook his head, signaling her to be quiet. He gently stroked her flushed, blushing face, his fingertips lightly brushing her rounded earlobe. He gazed intently into her clear, beautiful eyes, speaking with infinite tenderness,
"With me here, no one will bully you."
The moment he uttered the word "you," he instantly turned and delivered a powerful knee strike—a Cantonese expression, colloquially known as a knee strike, specifically designed to cripple someone's manhood.
The moment the word "you" left his lips, the nearly 1.9-meter-tall burly man who had been shouting the loudest and most arrogantly collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain, clutching his groin.
Immediately afterward, Pang Yu delivered an elbow strike, landing squarely on the face of a short, bald-headed man in front of him, causing him to vomit blood and lose six teeth.
Twisting, pinching, hooking, pulling, tearing, grabbing, kicking…
While Chuixue, who prided herself on being loyal to her master, was still considering whether to step forward, Pang Yu had already exerted all his strength, sweeping away most of the Hongxing thugs surrounding him and Di Xiuxiang like a whirlwind. The remaining three or four, who weren't lying down yet, jumped back in fright, staring wide-eyed at him in disbelief at his servant's attire of a blue robe and small hat.
Shouldn't servants of wealthy families be well-mannered, cultured, and of high moral character? But this guy… this guy's fighting style was simply… too insidious, too vicious, too shameless! Even professional-level thugs couldn't match him! He, he, he… is he really a servant?!
“I'll count to ten. If you don't kneel down and apologize to Xiuxiang, each of you will lose a hand and a foot.” Pang Yu stomped on the stomach of the one whose genitals had been hit hard, his fierce eyes sharp as a sword.
"You...you better not be so arrogant. You'll regret it if you offend Hung Hing...ah!" Before the bald-headed dwarf could finish speaking, Pang Yu grabbed a stool and
smashed it over his head again. "Crack—" The stool snapped in two, and blood spurted from his forehead, splattering all over the ground. The bald-headed dwarf's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
The thugs looked at each other, their faces filled with fear.
"I don't want to wait any longer, now!" Pang Yu hesitated for a moment, and the burly men below howled, their heart-wrenching cries pounding like hammer blows against their hearts. "Respectfully kowtow to this young lady eight times, calling her 'Grandma' for each kowtow, and get out of Bianliang within half an hour, never to set foot here again. Do as I say, and you'll be guaranteed to have all your limbs intact and your dog's life safe; otherwise..."
"I—really—will—wipe—your—Hong—Hing!!!" A terrifying murderous intent, cruel, cold, and bloody words, deliberately drawn out, burst forth, coupled with his razor-sharp, chilling gaze. The group of thugs, as if commanded by a demon from hell, turned pale, their teeth chattering, trembling as they were about to kneel.
"Clap!"
"Clap!"
"Clap!" The sound of clapping suddenly rang out, slow and unhurried.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the Grand Tutor's Mansion is indeed the Grand Tutor's Mansion. Any random servant wearing a dog's skin dares to act so arrogantly in the capital, completely lawless."
Sneers and mockery followed one after another.

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Greatest Good Person in the World

*^﹏^* First update, here I am, let me step on a handsome guy first. Who the hell
is trying to insult me indirectly! Pang Yu's
anger flared up immediately upon hearing this, forgetting that he was stepping on a living, breathing person. He stomped his foot hard and turned to look.
Ten feet away, a handsome young man with a slender figure stood tall and elegant, dressed in white robes, white socks, and white shoes—no other color in his attire. His hands were behind his back, standing proudly and confidently, his robes fluttering in the wind, exuding an aura of profound tranquility, like a celestial being from the Jade Pool, extraordinary and unique!
He glanced sideways at Pang Yu, his eyes revealing deep contempt.
Undeniably, his robust and handsome physique surpasses even the renowned and valiant Pang Yu by a significant margin. He possesses an extraordinary quality that is extremely attractive, especially his inherently romantic and rebellious nature. If he were to enter the realm of romance, he would undoubtedly be an irresistible charmer for women.
"Good grief, quite the arrogant tone, acting all high and mighty.
And dressed all in white, who does he think he is, Ximen Chuixue?
Ximen Chuixue is my errand boy!"
Pang Yu couldn't stand handsome men, especially those as handsome as him, let alone this handsome man in white insulting him in the street, calling him a dog of the Pang family in front of Di Xiuxiang.
This was intolerable! Even the most composed Fourth Brother couldn't hold back this time.
"Who the hell are you calling a dog!"
"The dog isn't insulting anyone, it's asking a question," the handsome man in white answered without a second's hesitation, completely seeing through the trap in his words. "
Oh ho, this guy is not only handsome, but also quite clever.
But having messed with me, he's destined to be trampled."
Just as Pang Yu was thinking this, his vision blurred, and the handsome man in white, who was ten feet away just moments before, instantly...
instantly appeared in front of him!
Teleportation!?
He felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively took two steps back.
The burly man who had just been trampled on had barely caught his breath when his hand, which was lying on the ground, was pressed down heavily by Pang Yu's strong body, which weighed at least 150 pounds. His ten fingers were in excruciating pain, making him cry out in agony.
"None of the servants of high-ranking families are good; they only know how to abuse their masters' power and act arrogantly. Calling you lackeys is too kind." The handsome man in white coldly looked at Pang Yu, his eyes full of contempt. But when he turned to Di Xiuxiang, his expression shifted to that of a gentle older brother. "Little girl, don't be fooled. This guy definitely didn't save you with good intentions. Either he's a toad lusting after a swan, or he wants to take you back to his master, Marquis Anle."
"Bullshit..."
Pang Yu was furious. Before he could even utter the word "bullshit," Chai Xiuning blushed and scolded him in a sweet voice, "You're talking nonsense! Fourth Brother is a good person; you're not allowed to insult him."
See, see, this is what it means to have justice in people's hearts. I don't even need to explain; the victim has already come out to clear things up for me.
Pang Yu was overjoyed.
"Hey, this kid has bewitched you. Why are you taking his side?" The handsome man in white was taken aback.
"Brother Pang is a good person!" Chai Xiuning insisted, letting Pang Yu hold her small hand.
"I say, little girl, can you even tell the difference between good and bad people?" The handsome man in white was getting impatient, and in a flash, he appeared in front of her again.
This time, Pang Yu's attention was entirely on him, but he still couldn't see his movements as he flew over.
Lightness skill, the legendary lightness skill!?
The moment Pang Yu saw the handsome man in white, in his anger, he felt like he had seen this person somewhere before, especially his tall and handsome appearance and his arrogant and unrestrained tone of voice. It was incredibly familiar, and coupled with his superb lightness skill that was comparable to teleportation, a name immediately came to mind.
"I can tell, you're the bad guy!" While he was still racking his brains, Di Xiuxiang had already met the handsome man in white, her small, firm breasts standing out, her face showing no fear.
"Pfft—" In a corner to the side, the timid Chuixue couldn't help but chuckle.
"How novel! This is truly novel! It's always been the young lady who tearfully recounts the Marquis's misdeeds in front of others, never like this… Hahaha, the white-clad brat has actually become the villain!
Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! Master is simply…
to use a phrase Master taught him, simply too awesome, too awesome, too awesome, too awesome!"
Chuixue's admiration for Pang Yu surged like a never-ending river.
The handsome white-clad man was furious, his previous composure completely gone: "You, you woman, you're so ungrateful! Someone kindly saved you…"
"That's right, Brother Pang saved me twice! If he's not a good person, who is?" Chai Xiuning's tone was sharp, her cheeks flushing as she questioned him.
Thinking back to that day when Pang Yu rescued her from the clutches of the demons on the high cliff, offering words of comfort and generously gifting her clothes, how could Di Xiuxiang, a young girl just beginning to experience love, not have his image planted in her heart afterward?
These past few days, Di Xiuxiang had been thinking about the servant "Brother Pang" in his blue robe and small hat constantly, hoping that fate would allow her to see him again. Otherwise, she could just continue selling firewood in her tattered clothes and grime-covered face, avoiding harassment from lecherous men. Why bother washing herself up and deliberately changing into her cleanest clothes?
Women all have a love of beauty, especially when facing the one they love.
Since Di Xiuxiang's heart was already tied to Pang Yu, she certainly didn't want him to see her disheveled and filthy next time they met.
Seeing her shy and charming girlish demeanor, clearly bewitched by the young servant, the handsome man in white was furious. His initial elegance and composure vanished, and he roared, "Do you know he's a servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion…?"
"So what if he's from the Grand Tutor's mansion!" Before he could finish, Di Xiuxiang interrupted, her tone unexpectedly agitated. "People in the Grand Tutor's mansion have good and bad sides. Brother Pang is a good person, the best person in the world! You're a bad person, the worst person in the world, a big bad person—a big bad person—"
Despite her shrill and coquettish voice, Di Xiuxiang was actually a gentle and shy girl, sometimes blushing even when speaking, let alone hurling such "vicious words." But think about it—she had waited on the street for days and finally saw "him" again. In this romantic scene of a hero rescuing a beauty, her little hand tightly held by Pang Yu, her heart melting with happiness. If it weren't for the crowd, she probably would have already thrown herself into his arms.
Suddenly, a handsome man in white appeared and, without any explanation, launched into a tirade of insults against Pang Yu… No matter how handsome, cool, or elegant he was, he was insulting the hero in her heart, the man she secretly loved. How could Di Xiuxiang not be anxious, angry, and furious? A retort was the least of her worries; if she knew martial arts, she might have pounced on him and slapped him .
That's the magic of love.
See? The gentle girl instantly turned into a tigress when she defended her beloved.
“Aa ... "Fine, fine, fine! Fine, fine, fine—" The handsome man in white laughed angrily, his chest heaving uncontrollably. "Looks like I've been meddling in other people's business today. Little girl, you wait, come back and cry when he sells you off." With that, he turned and left. The moment the words "Grandpa Bai" were uttered, a sudden flash of inspiration struck Pang Yu. He stared blankly at the departing figure and exclaimed in surprise, "You... Bai Yutang, the Golden-haired Rat!?" Chapter Thirty-Six: Your Body, Your Heart, Your Person, as Promised, Second Update Today. Wow— with the added power of the protagonist's cheat code and protagonist halo, I accidentally stole the Golden-haired Rat. The legendary handsome young man, with extraordinary bearing, proud and arrogant, fond of showing off, intelligent and righteous, and skilled in both literature and martial arts, Bai Yutang, the Golden-haired Rat, has been taken by me!? Oh, to correct myself, I meant to step on him. My handsome fourth brother has no interest in men. Pang Yu was slightly stunned. —When he called out "Bai Yutang", Pang Yu clearly saw the white-clad handsome man's shoulders tremble slightly. Then, with a light touch of his toes, he leaped into the air, his feet like flying clouds, his body like floating feathers, riding the wind in the void. With two light and skillful turns, he disappeared into the rooftops in the blink of an eye, leaving only his cold and arrogant voice drifting from afar.

"That's right, Grandpa Bai is Bai Yutang. You brat, remember this: if you dare to bully this young lady in the future, Grandpa Bai will definitely not forgive you!!!"
The stern warning of the Golden-haired Rat Hero.
Pang Yu completely ignored it.
Bully? He'd be more concerned about the girl he had.
"Xiuxiang—" He tightened his grip on her hand, his eyes filled with deep affection.
"Do you believe I would bully you?"
To defend her beloved, Di Xiuxiang could launch into a barrage of questions and accusations without hesitation when she rebuked the "unreasonable" Bai Yutang. But when she was face to face with Pang Yu, their eyes met, and her face turned red. She stammered and shook her head, finally managing to answer in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
"Pang... Brother Pang, you are... you are... you are a good person..."
"Ah, Xiuxiang, you understand me so well." Pang Yu covered his chest with one hand, striking a pose of infinite rapture, then bent down like a victorious knight and tightly took the princess's small hand.
"May I say something to you?"
Di Xiuxiang, overcome with shyness, lowered her head to avoid his affectionate gaze and softly hummed in agreement.
"I swear,"
Pang Yu said, each word distinct and resolute in his gaze.
Di Xiuxiang's heart pounded like a deer's, her pretty cheeks flushed crimson, and she nervously bit her lip, her full breasts rising and falling with each breath.
"I will never let anyone but me touch you, not even a single hair!"
"Because you are mine, your body, your heart, your person, everything you have belongs only to me."
Di Xiuxiang, who had been trying her best to suppress her shyness, suddenly trembled upon hearing Pang Yu's firm vow, transforming into a fiery, soft body. No longer caring about being in public, she let out a soft moan and threw herself into his arms, her cheeks flushed crimson, her large eyes shimmering with the warmth of spring. "My goodness!
" Chuixue exclaimed, getting goosebumps from the cheesy vows. The
Marquis's... this... this... this way of seducing women! He threw himself into her arms after only the second meeting! Absolutely amazing! A level of skill! He, a diligent and ambitious servant, had already mastered the terms "seducing women" and "picking up girls" that his master had taught him in just a few days. Pang Yu, blissfully, held Di Xiuxiang's slender, boneless waist, feeling it smoother than the finest satin, like touching soft, jade-like tofu—he couldn't even hold it with one hand! Di Xiuxiang nestled in Pang Yu's arms, the intense masculinity emanating from him making her heart pound like a deer's. She felt utterly powerless, leaning weakly against his strong arms, her burning face pressed tightly against his hot chest, a warmth that seemed to melt her bones. With a soft, warm body in his arms, even Pang Yu, a quintessential gentleman, couldn't help but breathe heavily. The faint, virginal fragrance emanating from Di Xiuxiang lingered in his nostrils, and her delicate nipples gently pressed against his chest, a strange and pleasurable stimulation that made him groan inwardly. His hand tightened involuntarily around Di Xiuxiang's slender waist, as if wanting to completely melt her into his body. These two were enjoying their public embrace immensely, but the burly man being trampled by Pang Yu was suffering. His stomach had recovered from the near-breakage of his five fingers, and now, with Di Xiuxiang throwing herself into his arms… coincidentally, his lower back was stepped on. Cry out, go ahead, cry out in pain. Sorry, Miss Di's heart was entirely devoted to him, Brother Pang, and she had no time for anything else. The land of gentle pleasures is a hero's grave. Pang Yu never denied this, but not every young hero is like that —at least he was an exception. "Now it's your turn." As he held Di Xiuxiang, a cold, playful glint flashed in his deep, dark eyes, perfectly revealing his inherently unrestrained nature. His icy gaze, like a blade, swept over the terrified thugs, his "bright" smile making them不敢直视 (不敢直视 - a Chinese expression meaning "dared not look directly at each other"). If Bai Yutang hadn't interrupted, these people would probably have finished calling him "Grandma" long ago. But now Pang Yu seemed to have changed his mind, beckoning Chuixue over and whispering something in her ear. Chuixue was very diligent, relaying the message to each of the thugs. Di Xiuxiang's slender waist was encircled by Pang Yu's strong, powerful hand, her soft body pressed against him, too nervous to even breathe. Suddenly, she felt Pang Yu's large hand caressing her back, slowly moving downwards, gently brushing her waist, continuing to move, and then downwards towards… "Brother Pang—" Di Xiuxiang murmured softly, her eyes misting over, her face flushed. "Listen." Hot breath brushed against her ear. Di Xiuxiang froze, and the thugs who had just humiliated her suddenly knelt down. "I'm sorry, sister—" "I'm sorry, beautiful sister—" "I'm sorry, beautiful and pretty sister—" "I'm sorry, beautiful, pretty, and lovely sister—" A dozen burly men banged their heads on the ground, their voices louder and louder than the last, making Di Xiuxiang giggle, her face as radiant as a peach blossom. All the grievances and depression in her heart vanished instantly. "Are you happy now?" Pang Yu asked softly, his large hand slowly sliding down to touch her slender, smooth, and full buttocks. "Mmm." Di Xiuxiang's cheeks flushed instantly, her heart pounding, her cherry lips purring softly as she nestled weakly against his chest, too ashamed to lift her head. "With me, you'll be happy every day." Pang Yu's soft whisper was like the tenderest murmur between lovers, a gentle smile playing on his lips. Her buttocks were held in his large hands, hot and stimulating. With a deafening roar, Di Xiuxiang's heart pounded wildly, her mind going completely blank. A flash of light, like a splitting beam, shot straight towards Pang Yu's back. "Don't be afraid, Sister Di! I'm here to save you! You scoundrel, prepare to die—" (Chapter 37 of the main text is slightly delayed due to a cut-off in updates; please forgive the lateness. Your support is my greatest motivation for writing.) "You scoundrel, prepare to die—" A crisp, sharp rebuke came from Ding Yuehua, who rushed over from a distance, her gleaming, clear, snow-white longsword whistling as it slashed towards Pang Yu. Absolutely sharp, absolutely ruthless; her attack was designed to kill, showing no mercy whatsoever! Screams erupted. Everyone was incredulous that a pretty thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl would actually kill someone in the street! Just as a bloody tragedy was about to unfold, Pang Yu suddenly shifted sideways, easily dodging the fatal blow by stepping on the arrogant man's swollen, pig-like face. —Even bystanders had time to shout; how could the wise and mighty Fourth Brother not dodge? Not only did he dodge, but his wicked hand still clung to Di Xiuxiang's soft, smooth waist. His other hand pointed at Ding Yuehua, shouting, "Hey, you brat, what are you doing, stabbing me with a sword?!" "You dare bully Sister Xiuxiang? You deserve to die!" Ding Yuehua stomped her foot, grabbed her sword, and lunged again. "Hey, hey, get this straight, I'm saving people, not bullying them..." *Whoosh—*

As it turned out, arguing with this sharp-tongued, ruthless, unreasonable, and meddlesome little girl was a recipe for disaster. Pang Yu, because he was too kind-hearted and wanted to explain the situation to avoid escalation, was ruthlessly slashed at the nose by her sword, narrowly missing a scar.
He made his living with his looks; if he had a scar or a mark on his face, his future would be miserable.
"You villain, don't hide! If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one! What kind of person bullies Sister Xiuxiang!"
Ding Yuehua cursed angrily, her sword flashing like the wind, showing no mercy.
What? She called herself "Grandma"?
No respect, no law!
Pang Yu grew even angrier, thinking, "I should be thanking my lucky stars I didn't take you back to discipline you! And now you dare to mess with me again!
Do you have a death wish? Or are you itching for a beating?" "I need a wax drip, I need an enema, I need a whip!"
*Swish, swish, swish
, swish, swish*—Pang Yu's figure blurred, dodging continuously. Although not as swift and precise as Bai Yutang's movements, it was certainly spectacular and beautiful. And throughout, Di Xiuxiang was held in his arms. Every time Pang Yu sidestepped, stepped forward, leaped, and dodged… the physical contact between the two became increasingly obvious. The "intimate contact" through the thin fabric stimulated her, causing her to pant softly, her face flushed, and her eyes sparkling with alluring allure.
Seeing Di Xiuxiang blushing and unable to lift her head, Ding Yuehua assumed it was fear. Enraged, she swung her sword even more fiercely, each strike aimed straight for her vital organs, wishing she could kill Pang Yu as soon as possible.
One sword, two swords, three or four swords, five swords, six swords, seven or eight swords, nine swords, ten swords, eleven swords—that brat is truly shameless!
In ancient times, Cao Zhi composed a poem in seven steps; today, our Fourth Brother Pang only dodged six moves and produced a seven-character quatrain.
Impressive, isn't it? "Brilliant, truly brilliant!"
Fubuki thought, wishing she could rush to her master and praise him loudly.
—If it weren't for the gleaming longsword swaying behind him.
But now, Pang Yu would rather abandon his so-called "literary talent" just to exchange for... Ouyang Kesun was a bit too much, Tian Boguang had a bad character, Wang Lianhua... Ah, this one is not bad, combining martial arts and wisdom... Anyway, as long as he gets back a set of martial arts skills, he doesn't need to be invincible or the supreme martial arts master, as long as he can deal with women.
Dragon Claw Hand, Heavenly Demon Staff, Great Sun Like (Breast) Palm are all excellent, and Golden Spear Unbreakable Joyful Zen is of course even better!
"Whoosh—"
As it turns out, you must not be distracted when being chased by a woman.
Pang Yu only slightly lost focus for a moment, and Ding Yuehua thrust her sword at him, hitting his nose!
Just half an inch away.
At the last moment, Pang Yu dodged, but two pieces of hair at his temples were cut off.
This is outrageous!
Our bodies and hair are given to us by our parents, they are the most precious, most precious, most precious things on a person. It's
no big deal if the shampoo girl tears off a few of his hair, that's in modern times. But
in the Song Dynasty, if you cut off my hair, you're really in for a world of hurt.
Pang Yu reached into his purse, preparing to unleash one of the three great weapons of the martial arts world:
lime powder.
This brat's playing hard to get, don't blame me for being ruthless.
"Brother Pang, you...you let go...let me go," came
a shy, hot voice from Di Xiuxiang in his arms.
Pang Yu looked down and saw her pale, cherry-red lips, her cheeks flushed and covered in fine sweat. He realized that this "hiding" was nothing to him, but the delicate Di Xiuxiang couldn't handle it.
He was a chivalrous man and never refused the reasonable requests of beautiful girls...
Reluctantly, he released her, and Di Xiuxiang covered her burning cheeks and retreated to the side.
"Sister, look, he's scared of you and won't dare bully you anymore. I'll make sure he can never bully you again—"
Before he could even catch his breath, the little girl attacked again.
"A lifetime? What?!"
Before the innocent Pang Yu could react, a sharp sword light was already aimed straight at his crotch.
"I'll castrate you, you big bad guy, for bullying Sister Xiuxiang again!"
Damn, this is shameless! I've already let go!
Pang Yu didn't have time to express his indignation, because the little girl's sword was like a storm, stabbing towards his lower body.
"Swish swish swish swish swish swish—"
Without any concern for accidentally hurting Di Xiuxiang, Ding Yuehua attacked fiercely and viciously, the sword tip circling within a palm-sized area, every move aimed at castrating Pang Yu.
"Stop hitting him, Yuehua, stop hitting him, Brother Pang isn't a bad person!" Di Xiuxiang cried out anxiously.
It was no use.
Ding Yuehua seemed convinced that Pang Yu was an unforgivable lecher, and no matter how Di Xiuxiang shouted, her attacks showed no sign of slowing down. It seemed she wouldn't stop until she had completely castrated him.
Fortunately, the little girl was still a little girl; her stamina was far inferior to Pang Yu's.
After chasing for less than five minutes, she was exhausted and stopped, panting heavily.
Pang Yu, a grown man with considerable stamina, was smug. Standing at a perfectly safe distance, he grinned at her: "Hey, hey, hey, you brat, get this straight! I'm saving people, not bullying them! You call yourself a heroine? Can't you see what's lying on the ground... huh?!"
Looking closer, he saw that the group of thugs he had beaten were all gone, having apparently escaped while the two were chasing each other. Only the arrogant man, who had been trampled on countless times by him, Bai Yutang, Di Xiuxiang, and the little girl, was still lying there, barely breathing, on the verge of death.
"Huff—huff—you're talking nonsense!" the little girl gasped, her budding breasts heaving.
"He was clearly hugging Sister Xiuxiang, bullying her and taking advantage of her—"
Bullshit! "I hugged her, I took advantage of her, but I didn't bully her."
Pang Yu felt wronged, more aggrieved than Dou E.
"No, no, Yuehua, you've misunderstood." Di Xiuxiang ran over and hurriedly explained.
This time, Ding Yuehua didn't have the strength to chase after him, so she just listened obediently.
"What! He drove away the lecher who bullied my sister!?" After hearing Di Xiuxiang's account, the little girl's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.
"Hmm." Di Xiuxiang responded softly, recalling Pang Yu's heroic image when he saved her and his bold and domineering manner in scolding the thugs, like a god, her eyes were filled with infatuation, and even her heart melted.
Ding Yuehua pouted and snorted, turning her head away without speaking, her slender fingers holding the sword gradually loosening.
"See? You hit the wrong person! Fourth Brother Pang, I'm a good guy, a really good guy. Come on, apologize, and I won't hold it against you for tearing my clothes." The crisis averted, Pang Yu grinned and walked over, ready to enjoy the little girl's blushing, heart-pounding guilt up close—of course, it would be best if she jumped into his arms and said sorry.
Without warning, a flash of silver light appeared before Pang Yu's eyes.
When he realized the little girl had gripped the sword hilt again, the tip of the sword was already piercing her crotch.
Not an inch off!
"So what if I'm a good guy? I just don't like you, and I'm going to castrate you!"

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The First Prey Under the Gun

"Ah ...
Amidst the splatter of blood, the sword tip pierced deeply, accompanied by a clear slicing sound.
Sliced...sliced?
Sliced, cut in two...no, cleanly and neatly severed.
Pang Yu's body trembled, and he staggered backward.
"You...I say, you brat, you're really ruthless. Using the excuse of teaching me a lesson, you just castrated the bad guy who bullied your Xiuxiang sister. Tsk tsk tsk, what a fine man, just like that...sigh—" Pang Yu pointed at the arrogant man still lying on the ground, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he would remain there forever, his groin dripping with blood, and shook his head and sighed repeatedly.
Ding Yuehua's sword, of course, hadn't pierced him.
Who was Pang Yu? A master of cheating, an expert in mischief; for a little girl to try and outsmart him was like a centenarian hanging himself—was she tired of living?
Seeing Ding Yuehua's shifty eyes, Pang Yu had already guessed she was up to no good. Then there was her loosened hand; her fingers were loose, but her fair, jade-like wrist was still taut. Even he, let alone a girl with martial arts training, could easily swing his sword again in an instant and deliver a vicious blow to her face.
So, despite Pang Yu's grinning and teasing, he was already prepared to dodge—Fourth Brother never did anything he wasn't confident in.
Ding Yuehua suddenly drew her sword, ruthless, vicious, and
vicious. Pang Yu dodged, quick, swift, and steady.
He also tripped her with his foot.
The timing, position, and angle were perfect; Ding Yuehua stumbled and fell to the ground.
Instinctively, she used her sword to brace herself and maintain her balance.
The arrogant man, unfortunately, was caught between the sword and the ground.
"Murder! Oh no—"
"Oh no, murder—"
The onlookers, bewildered, saw blood splattered everywhere and scattered in terror.
In an instant, only Pang Yu, Di Xiuxiang, and Ding Yuehua remained on the street.
If one had to count, there was also Chuixue, whom the great swordsman Jinmaoshu Bai had called a "dog raised by a wealthy family."
"Well done, Lady Ding," Pang Yu clapped and laughed, mercilessly mocking her, "If you don't make a move, you'll castrate her; this swordsmanship… oh dear, it's a pity she doesn't go to the Imperial Household Department."
"What Imperial Household Department?" the little girl asked sweetly, her large, dark eyes glaring at him.
"No way!" Pang Yu's eyes widened even more than his, his horrified expression was terrifying. "Miss, you keep saying you want to castrate me, how come you don't even know about the place in the palace that specializes in this? -- Well then, I have some friends in the harem, how about I recommend you go there for a few days of internship, so you'll be more comfortable doing it later."
"Hahahahahaha—" Having been punched and kicked countless times and almost broken, Chuixue was already very good at cooperating with her master. Before Pang Yu could even finish speaking, she was already rolling on the ground laughing.
"You you you you you you you..." The little loli jumped up and down in anger, but the sudden sword attack had exhausted her last bit of strength. If she chased any further, she probably wouldn't even be able to reach Pang Yu's head. She could only express her anger with dry eyes, but Pang Yu's thieving eyes were only fixed on her small chest that was heaving rapidly with anger, filtering out everything else.
"Oh, and another thing, Lady Ding truly lives up to her name. To avenge her sister, she castrated the Hung Hing Society members without a second thought. What did your Brother Zhan say again... Right, like father, like daughter, a great teacher produces a great student. She's only just arrived in the capital and she's already going up against the local bullies. She really has the demeanor of a master. But as the saying goes, even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner. You castrated the Hung Hing Society's men like that; you're probably not going to have a peaceful life from now on."
Ding Yuehua had never seen such a shameless man before. She stomped her feet in anger and grabbed Di Xiuxiang, saying, "Sister, you see? I told you he wasn't a good person. He got himself into trouble and still wants to blame others—humph, bring it on! Who's afraid of who? Ding Family Village isn't easy to bully."
“Oh, that’s right! The Ding brothers of Songjiang Prefecture are famous throughout the land. They uphold justice, punish evil, and do everything the people praise and admire. They are truly renowned heroes of our time. Even old women and children who know nothing about the martial world will give them a thumbs up and call them ‘great heroes’…”
Hearing Pang Yu’s endless praise of his brother, Ding Yuehua, though annoyed, couldn’t help but blush slightly. She awkwardly twisted the hem of her clothes and said, “Actually, it’s not like that. My eldest and second brothers rarely go to the martial world…”
"The Hung Hing Society is notorious for its evil deeds. Hearing the name of the 'Ding Twin Heroes' would probably terrify them. You, young lady, are their most beloved sister. Let alone crippling a mere thug in the Hung Hing Society, even if they were to storm the Hung Hing headquarters and burn it to the ground—hey, with your two good brothers protecting you, who would dare touch a hair on your head, Miss Ding?"
Ding Yuehua was stunned. She had been puzzled by Pang Yu's sudden change of tone, praising her two brothers so highly. She suddenly realized he was openly exaggerating the Ding Twin Heroes' abilities while secretly mocking her incompetence and weakness, saying she relied on her brothers' names and protection to get where she was today.
"You filthy scoundrel, you dead Pang Si, I… this young lady… this grandma… I…" Ding Yuehua couldn't finish her sentence, her eyes rolling back in anger as she nearly fainted.
In a verbal battle, who in the world could rival Fourth Brother?
If given another five minutes, Pang Yu was confident he could make the little girl's head spin, avenging the previous verbal humiliation and this sneak attack.
But just then, he noticed Di Xiuxiang subtly winking at him, gesturing as she blinked, seemingly trying to convey something.
"Brother Pang, that's enough, don't say any more."
— Pang Yu understood the meaning from her eyes.
Sigh, what can I say, I'm a chivalrous man.
Pang Yu winked at her, smiled, and wisely stopped talking.
"I'll come find you in a few days." He gestured to Di Xiuxiang, his expression quite ambiguous.
Di Xiuxiang's face flushed red again, and she lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at him anymore.
"You, you wait!"
After a while, the little girl recovered, stomped her little feet, pouted her cherry lips, and yelled at him fiercely.
"I...I won't let you get away with this! You just wait, you just wait, you just wait, you big bad guy!"
Fine, I'll wait then. Pang Yu looked up at the sky.
You won't let me go, and I won't let you go either.
For this sword strike today, I'll retaliate wherever you stabbed me, or I'll write my name backwards.
Pang Yu secretly patted a certain spot.
"Dude, keep it up! Break through the barriers, I'm counting on you. In two or three days at most, that little loli over there will be your first prey."

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Pang Si is a Lecherous Thief .

"Young...Young Master! I...I want...give...give me..."
"This...this servant is going to die! Please...Young...Young Master, spare...spare this servant...ah..."
"Young...Young Master, you're so good! You've...push...push to this servant's...push to this servant's heart! So...so full...so...so swollen..."
"Young...Young Master, spare...spare my life...this servant...this servant...is going to die...ahhh!"
The erotic sounds echoed continuously from the painted boat's cabin, lingering on the lake.
A young man dressed as a servant sat at the bow, his face a mixture of laughter and tears.
The sounds from the cabin continued unabated for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. The servant couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, turned, and shouted into the cabin, "Young Master Gao, do you know how long this has been going on? Two hours! Can the boat dock yet? If it doesn't dock soon, I'll swim away myself! The Marquis is waiting for me to go back and serve him!"
"Ah, ah, ah...it's so wonderful...I'm going to fly...I'm going to...I'm going to fly, I'm going to fly...ya ya ya..." The ecstasy in the cabin suddenly intensified, with everyone panting heavily. At the same time, a loud voice came from inside the cabin, "Don't rush, it'll be over soon. This woman is too slutty..."
The servant almost cursed, but finally held back, turning to look at Qian Shicai, Qian Dajin, Gao Dawei, Chuixue, and Wanrendi, all with equally frustrated faces.
The servant was, of course, Pang Yu.
"Brother Pang Si, just bear with it." Qian Shicai slapped him with a large hand, laughing heartily. "That's just how the second brother is. If he doesn't make the most of the brides he's just gotten his hands on, he won't care if he gets struck by lightning. Your master and I are used to it. Just bear with it, bear with it, it'll pass."
Pang Yu nodded helplessly.
It was evening now. Two hours ago, Gao Dawei came to him saying there was new progress on the matter of pretending to be a lecher and wanted him to come quickly. He thought Zhan Zhao had taken the bait, so he rushed to the riverbank, only to find that...
the five of them had been listening for four hours, and it was already pitch black, and the commotion was still going on.
Finally, the woman's moans subsided, leaving only heavy breathing in the cabin. Gao Yanei, half-erect, emerged from under Pang Yu's fierce, angry gaze, still half-erect. He pulled up his trousers, laughing and cursing, "What a piece of trash! Your daughter's already in her twenties, and she's still so delicate. She only started moaning after I hit her a dozen times. Utterly useless..."
Pang Yu was annoyed by his smug face. He rolled his eyes, "Yes, in your capital, you charlatan, the invincible Gao Yanei, who cares about any alluring mature woman or hot, sexy woman? Not one of them won't bow down!"
"That's right—hahaha—" Gao Yanei laughed triumphantly.
"The prescription is really good. Should I ask the pharmacy to get one for my lord tomorrow?"
"Ah..." Gao Yanei's laughing face froze, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.
"Hehehe..." He laughed again after a while, winking with a rather ambiguous expression. "Not everyone is as gifted as my elder brother, who can sleep with seven women a night without needing any drugs, going all night without a break. If we want to last longer, we can only... By the way, that woman's daughter inside is quite pretty, how about you..."
"Young Master Gao."
Pang Yu interrupted him seriously.
"Please tell me quickly if there's any progress. The Marquis has many things he's entrusted to me."
"Progress..." Gao Yan was stunned for a moment, seemingly only remembering why he had made Pang Yu and the others wait all night. He scratched his head and said, "Oh, it's like this. This afternoon, I went out for tea with some friends and heard several rumors on the way. They seemed a bit strange, so I asked you to come and ask."
"What, several rumors?" Pang Yu was taken aback.
"Hmm, the first thing they said was about Qingzishan and Zhao Yuhe, but what I heard was completely wrong—hey, third brother, did you pay the matchmaker to change the rumors again?"
"No." Qian Shicai shook his head, "Didn't Pang Si say to just hand it over to Wanrendi and not worry about the others? I've been busy sending people to keep an eye on the inn, I haven't paid attention to anything else."
Pang Yu frowned and said, "What Young Master Gao said isn't quite right, specifically you mean..."
"Ah, I forgot." The answer was simple and clear.
Pang Yu wanted to jump into the river.
Damn it, what kind of scoundrels have I befriended?
"Young Master Gao, there are still things to do at the manor, hurry up and get ashore, I have to go first." He suppressed the urge to hit someone.
"Hey, don't rush. Now that we're here, let's get to the bottom of this before we go back. We have to be responsible to our brother, right?" "
What do we mean?"
"The story of the lecherous thief is already all over the capital. You can hear it anywhere with a crowd." There's a teahouse. A very modern name. It's also the busiest teahouse on the busiest street in the capital. In a secluded private room on the second floor, Pang Yu, Gao Yanei, and Qian Shicai sat in order, with Chuixue, Gao Dawei, and Qian Dajin standing by to serve them. However, they weren't holding tea, but... pens and paper! "How many kinds already?" Pang Yu asked without turning his head. "Seventeen... no, eighteen, eighteen already." "What's going on?!" He slammed his fist on the table, furious. "It's just a rumor about a lecherous scoundrel, how come the names of the two culprits have changed so many times? A bunch of pigs (Zhu Yiqun), a sheep (Yang Yizhi), a big bladder (Pang Guangda), a vat of shit (Shi Yigang)... Even Bai Yutang has appeared! What's going on?! If this keeps spreading, even Zhan Zhao will stop believing it, when will we ever catch that brat?" "This... maybe something went wrong, rumors always get more and more outlandish as they spread." "Even if it's wrong, it can't be this bad..." Pang Yu muttered to himself, shaking his head. Thinking about it, it's possible that a name is just a few words wrong, but to become so completely different... could it be... someone is interfering, with malicious intent!? Amidst the shock, a discussion drifted over from afar. "...What are these two lecherous scoundrels' names? How dare they commit crimes even under the emperor's nose?" "Don't you know? One is called 'Lewd Bee Qingzishan,' and the other is called 'Wandering Butterfly Zhao Yuhe.' Phew, at least one is right." Just as the six of them breathed a sigh of relief, the voices outside suddenly changed. "But I heard a little girl in red say that Qingzishan and Zhao Yuhe are actually servants from the Grand Tutor's mansion in disguise. One is called Pang Si, and the other is called Chuixue. The women they kidnapped were all given to Marquis Anle for his enjoyment." Chapter 40: The Final Battle at the Forbidden City "Ah!" "Thump—" In a dark and gloomy corner outside the teahouse, a brutal beating was taking place. The crackling sounds of fists and feet, mixed with cries of "Ah!" and "Ouch!", added a touch of murderous intent and chill to the dark night. "Tell me, who told you to spread such rumors and gossip everywhere?" "No, no one." The skinny man who was being beaten had his face swollen like a steamed bun, his mouth was crooked, his nose was collapsed, and his eyes were full of blood. He could barely speak. "Nobody? Nobody? What's with that little girl in red?" Wanrendi landed a hook punch on his stomach, and the skinny man immediately doubled over in pain, groaning so loudly that even Pang Yu and the others watching felt embarrassed. This guy, just two braised sheep heads as a reward, and he's this fierce when he beats someone up. If he were given a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, would he really become Wanrendi? "It was around noon when my brother Sandan and I were eating at a noodle stall outside the Jinxi Inn… eating for free, when we were caught by a little girl in red with a sword. She… she was really angry, constantly cursing… cursing something about a lecherous thief… something like that," the skinny man stammered. "Sandan and I saw her livid face and thought we were going to get a beating, so we quickly kowtowed and begged for mercy, pleading with the lady to have mercy. Who knew that the little girl not only didn't lay a hand on us but also gave us half a string of coins and told us to go out and spread the news…"

"Spreading the rumor that 'Qingzishan and Zhao Yuhe are actually servants of the Grand Tutor's mansion in disguise, one named Pang Si and the other Chuixue, and that the women they kidnapped were all given to Marquis Anle for his pleasure,' isn't that right?" Pang Yu walked forward with a smile,
his sharp eyes filled with murderous intent
, making even his smile seem sinister.
" Great- ... "Why don't you teach those two bastards a lesson? Spreading rumors and ruining our... your reputation! It's utterly despicable!" He waved his hands, trying his best to express his indignation. Pang Yu ignored him and went straight to Qian Shicai's side, his eyes a little complicated: "Look, look, half a string of cash! Half a string of cash is enough to get people to spread rumors everywhere..." Qian Shicai didn't react for a moment and blurted out: "That's right, I told you long ago, money is a good thing. Give him half a string and he can say you and Chuixue are lecherous thieves, give him a whole string and he can spread rumors about a brat... uh!? You mean someone is using money to deliberately confuse things?" "Of course, if someone didn't deliberately instigate it, things wouldn't spread so outrageously." "Who did it? Who's so despicable! Damn it, if I find out I don't drag him to the commander's mansion, whip him, and brand him with a hot iron, I'm not a Gao!" Gao Ya shouted. "Is that even a question? It must be those beasts surnamed Zhao!" Qian Shicai's face turned red with anger, and he cursed loudly, "A bunch of rich kids, spoiled brats, scoundrels, good-for-nothings. Besides living off their ancestors' wealth and spending their days going to brothels, playing dogfights, and sleeping with women, what else can they do!" Pang Yu felt something was off. This... this was an insult directed at someone else without naming names? I feel like they're talking about us. "Are you underestimating me, or underestimating yourselves? The rumors of the lecherous bandits wreaking havoc in Qi County are so convincing that even Zhan Zhao believed them. Do you think a bunch of fat, spoiled brats would suspect us?" "Then... who else could it be? Only this bunch of scoundrels in the capital dares to oppose us brothers." "Who it is doesn't matter anymore. Anyway, no matter how outrageous or rampant the rumors get, it won't harm us. Let whoever wants to care, care." Although he vaguely sensed that there seemed to be some turbulent undercurrent hidden behind the changing rumors, Pang Yu had no time or inclination to care, because there were more important things waiting for him. "Right, right, right, we should really be thinking about how to catch that brat and send her to the Grand Tutor's mansion for my brother to 'enjoy'." Qian Shicai seemed quite clever, immediately understanding Pang Yu's unspoken meaning. He sighed, "Alas, what was supposed to be a clever diversionary tactic has turned into this. It seems that the man surnamed Zhan won't fall for it." "If that doesn't work, then we'll think of another way. I refuse to believe that so many people can't even catch a little girl!" Pang Yu became increasingly angry, especially since Ding Yuehua, unable to win an argument, had accused him of being a lecher. Wasn't that just spreading rumors and insulting him? Yes, I might have a little bit of a flirtation, but you can't insult my taste. There are plenty of refined ladies, courtesans, and famous prostitutes in the capital. Why would I need to go to Qi County to snatch a woman?! "Oh dear, forget it. Just ask the Imperial Concubine for a few top-notch guards. They'll be afraid of losing to that Zhan fellow. Even if they can't, I'll have my father send the Imperial Guards. One thousand isn't enough, two thousand isn't enough, two thousand isn't enough, five thousand isn't enough. Even if Zhan Zhao has three heads and six arms, can he fight against the thousands of troops of my Great Song Dynasty!" " Thousands my foot! " Pang Yu almost knocked him over. "You need the Imperial Concubine's help to snatch a little girl? You need to mobilize the Imperial Guards to snatch a little girl? Does my Marquis have no shame? Where will his face be if word gets out!" "Ah..." Gao Ya Nei, who was excitedly gesturing , suddenly fell silent. "Pang Si is right," Qian Shicai chimed in. "If we do this and those bastards Zhao Yunbi, Zhao Shiqing, and Zhao Shikai find out, will my brother still be able to hold his own in the capital's entertainment circles?" "Too many people might leak the news, so let's ask Commander Ye," Chui Xue interjected. "Which Commander Ye?" "The top expert in the palace, Lord Ye Gucheng, the Emperor's personal bodyguard..." Hearing this name, Pang Yu recalled the embarrassing incident a few days ago in Pianxian Pavilion, where he was hiding and almost attacked by Xiangrong. The culprit was none other than that! "Ximen Chuixue ! " He jumped three feet high. "You still have the nerve to mention Ye Gucheng to me..." Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind . Ximen Chuixue... Ye Gucheng... Ye Gucheng... Ximen Chuixue... Zhan Zhao... Bai Yutang... Bai Yutang... Zhan Zhao... "Ahahahahahaha—Aha ... "Gentlemen, let's stage a grand showdown at the Forbidden City within three days!" Chapter 41: The Imperial Cat Appears Ahead of Schedule . In Bianliang City, north of Tianqiao Bridge, at the Da Hua Teahouse, the most famous storyteller in the capital, Liu Er Mazi, sits on stage... no, he sits in the hall, telling stories. He's a man of many talents, witty and humorous yet meticulous, never resorting to empty boasting to attract customers. He's nicknamed "Liu the One-Mouth," meaning what he says is the truth. And there's another, and most importantly, Liu the One-Mouth is incredibly well-informed. So every day, the line to hear him stretches from north to east of Tianqiao Bridge—and without the best tea, the best snacks, brewed in the best teaware, and served in the best vessels, you don't even have the right to sit down and listen! That day, the Da Hua Teahouse was as bustling as ever. And as always, Liu the One-Mouth only slowly took to the stage after three rounds of applause urged him on nine times. " —Playing the big shot, huh? That's normal. " "Speaking of the most renowned young hero in the world today..." Liu Yizui's opening line immediately silenced the entire audience, with over a hundred pairs of eyes turning to him. "Naturally, the first choice is Zhan Zhao, the Southern Hero!" "Good! Good! Good!" "Good—" * Clap clap clap clap clap clap* That's how big shots are; a single word on stage is enough to send the crowd into a frenzy of cheers. Liu Yizui was already used to this scene. He picked up his celadon covered bowl, took a sip of tea, and waited until the cheers subsided. He then raised his hand, stroking his goatee, and said, "The young hero Zhan Zhao, roaming the land with his sword, his fame spreading far and wide. In his early days, he defeated the Five Tyrants of Tiger Hill in Suzhou, and then single-handedly wiped out the water fortresses of the Three Heroes of Taihu Lake in Wuxi. After that, he conquered Fengyu Town..."

Liu Yizui spoke for a while, recounting Zhan Zhao's past heroic deeds, which the tea drinkers had heard countless times before. Although as exciting as ever, no less so than before, people who paid a lot of money to drink tea here didn't want to hear old, worn-out stories. It had to be fresh, fresh, you understand? New events or newcomers, things they hadn't heard of before.
"You all probably don't know... well, you definitely don't." Seeing the atmosphere gradually cooling down, Liu Yizui began to unleash a punchline, and everyone's ears perked up immediately.
"The Southern Hero now has another title, and if you knew, you'd be quite shocked..." Liu Yizui deliberately dragged out his words, squinting as he surveyed the entire room.
"What title?"
"Tell us quickly, what is it?"
A chorus of urging voices arose.
Liu Yizui smiled, uttering two words: "Royal Cat."
"Royal Cat!?" More than thirty or forty voices asked simultaneously.
"Yes, Imperial Cat."
"Goodness, Liu Yizui, have you lost your mind from telling stories? Although Master Zhan is renowned throughout the world, revered by all, and his fame is unparalleled, how can we commoners use the word 'Imperial' so casually?"
"That's right, how can you talk nonsense like that?" "
That's so unfair!"
"Return the tea! Return the tea!"
The whole place erupted in cheers, and the scene instantly became chaotic.
"You're right." Liu Yizui raised his voice, silencing the cacophony with a single sentence.
"Even ordinary people in the martial arts world wouldn't dare to call him that!"
"Then..."
The teahouse fell silent, everyone listening intently for his answer.
Liu Yizui picked up his covered bowl, took a sip, and remained silent, leaving everyone's curiosity in their throats.
"Bang—"
He slammed his hand on the table, making everyone's hearts tremble, and his words were even more earth-shattering.
"The title 'Imperial Cat' was personally bestowed by the Emperor himself!"
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The show is over.
Liu Yizui is indeed Liu Yizui.
He rambled on about "Zhan Zhao paying homage to the Emperor in the Golden Palace, and the Southern Hero being bestowed the title of Imperial Cat at the Martial Arts Pavilion" for a full hour.
His mouth was dry; that was the state of his mouth now.
One hundred and eight times—that was the number of times the audience had cheered so far, breaking the record that hadn't been broken in the entire 18-year history of the Da Hua Teahouse. The scene could only be described as "extremely" lively.
Liu Yizui returned to the backstage area for a full quarter of an hour before some audience members left, still savoring the brilliance of the story.
Backstage at the teahouse.
"Good, very good, excellent performance."
Almost the same praise as outside.
This time, however, Liu Yizui didn't offer a polite bow and feigned humility. In reality, he was thinking, "Damn it, I'm the best storyteller in the entire capital! One more word from you won't make a difference, one less won't."
This time, he kept his head down, his expression extremely flattering, as if he might lose his head at any moment.
Gao Yanei completely ignored him, giving Pang Yu a thumbs-up and sincerely saying, "Not bad, kid! I didn't realize you were such a good storyteller. Performing in front of the Yaowu Tower, sword dancing, climbing pavilions, testing hidden arrows, the Emperor's delight in bestowing upon you the title 'Royal Cat'... Wow, it sounds so real! I thought I saw it with my own eyes!"
Of course he'd seen it—the 1982 Shaw Brothers version, the 1985 TVB version, the 1994 CTS version, the 1999 ATV version, and the 2008 new version. By combining and adapting the best parts, how could his story not be believable?
The ever-modest Pang Yu refrained from boasting, but Qian Shicai, standing just a step away, launched into a tirade: "I told you, money is a real treasure! All that talk about Liu Yizui telling the truth—bullshit! I gave him a hundred strings of cash, and he still…"
"Pang…Fourth Brother—Fourth Grandfather, Fourth Grandfather—" Qian
Shicai continued his tirade, when Liu Yizui suddenly knelt down: "Please, give me back my daughter! She's only eleven! She…she's still so young! She can't withstand the Marquis of Anle's advances! She…she…Fourth Grandfather, my great-grandfather, please, have mercy on my daughter! I'll kowtow to you!" His legs buckled, and he knelt, banging his head against the ground.
But instead of the cold floor, he struck Pang Yu's large hand.
"Get up. I don't like talking to people who kneel."
"Thank you for your kindness, Fourth Grandfather. Thank you for your kindness, Fourth Grandfather. " Liu Yi stood up shakily.
"This storytelling was quite good, I... am very satisfied."
"It's all thanks to Fourth Grandfather's excellent writing. Without Fourth Grandfather's version, even if I were the best storyteller..."
"Made up?" Pang Yu's face darkened.
"No, no, no, it's the truth, the truth is just that!"
"That's right. Remember, for the next two days, you can only tell this story, at least ten times a day. Two days later, I'll randomly grab someone in the capital. If they can't answer that the Imperial Cat is Zhan Zhao, and Zhan Zhao is the Imperial Cat, then I'm sorry, the Marquis is short two bed warmers. Your daughter and your wife seem perfect." "

However, I assure you, in the next chapter, the cat and mouse will start fighting after the instigation is complete, the chapter after that will be the acquisition of the little loli, and the chapter after that... hehe, that's not suitable for children. You'll see when the time comes. If the whole training isn't exciting and satisfying, you can hit me with bricks.

Chapter 42 Adding Fuel to the Fire

" "Pang Si, if we just hold a few storytelling performances to spread the name of 'Imperial Cat,' then that Bai Yutang will go looking for trouble with Zhan Zhao?" Gao Yanei swaggered out of the teahouse's main entrance and darted to Pang Yu's side.
"Bai Yutang is arrogant and proud, and his tendency to be domineering is probably unmatched in the entire Song Dynasty. People in the Jianghu respect him as 'Jade-haired Rat,' and Zhan Zhao's title of 'Imperial Cat' just happens to surpass Bai Yutang's. I'm sure that with Bai Yutang's stubbornness and willfulness, he will never swallow this insult, and it's a sure thing that he'll go looking for trouble with him." "
So he'll come knocking on Zhan Zhao's door to test his skills, and we'll take the opportunity to kidnap that brat."
"It's not that easy," Pang Yu sneered. "Bai Yutang isn't stupid. Just hearing the storyteller and the common people of the capital say that, he'll at most be resentful. Even if he really intends to settle things with Zhan Zhao, he won't act rashly without a proper opportunity. You think Bai Yutang will just get carried away and grab a weapon to attack? Dream on!"
"If he doesn't attack... then what do we do? Didn't we suggest instigating a fight between him and Zhan Zhao, and then taking advantage of the situation..."
"What's the rush? The plan is still one step away."
"One step away?"
"Yes."
"Which step?"
"The final step."
"The final step what?" Gao Yanei and Qian Shicai asked in unison.
"Adding fuel to the fire." "
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The 'Big Talk Teahouse' is right across the street.
A dead end in broad daylight.
'Beat him! Beat him to death!'
'Slap him! Slap him in the face!'
'Kick him in the groin! Kick him hard! Make him childless!'"
It was still a brutal beating, but not the one-on-one one like before when Wanrendi had eaten two braised mutton hairs and then went berserk, beating up the skinny guy—though one-on-one wouldn't be too hard to say.
A whole bunch of people, a huge bunch of people, beating one.
They were shouting as they beat him, a truly lively scene.
And look at the one being beaten…
a round head, a round face, a round belly, a round body, and that familiar, honest, simple voice when he screamed.
How could he not look like Wanrendi?!
No, not just like, he *was* Wanrendi!
The one being beaten was indeed Wanrendi!
This time, he wasn't wearing the silk shirt he wore when he impersonated a merchant before, nor the uniform blue robe and cap of the Pang family servants, but a long gray linen robe, leather boots, and cloth trousers, dressed like a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person of the martial arts world), completely unrelated to a wealthy family, and even more unexpected… he was a servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion!!
Blood splattered all over the ground, three teeth knocked out, and after lying on the ground for two and a half hours, Wanrendi staggered to his feet. His face was even fatter than before—swollen, his eyes bloodshot. If a plaster were stuck next to his sun, he would truly look like a pig's head.
A truly pitiful sight; no words could describe him.
Wanrendi staggered out of the alley, cursing and shouting things like "Zhan Zhao is a bastard," "servile, a lackey of the court," "a fake hero, a real villain"... he kept cursing.
As he walked, he reached a relatively secluded spot in the city. Within a fifty-foot radius, there were no living creatures except for yowling cats and barking dogs.
"Fight, I told you to fight! Zhan Zhao is a coward, Bai... Bai the hero is the real man—thump." He mumbled incoherently, then stumbled and fell against the wall.
When he awoke, he found himself lying in a haystack, his body still aching terribly. He groaned softly, and suddenly a voice rang out in the darkness: "Why did they hit you?"
The voice wasn't loud, seemingly indifferent, yet possessed a strange, captivating charm that compelled him to answer.
"I said Bai Yutang was the true hero, and they… hit me!"
"Just that one sentence?" A figure flashed, and a tall, elegant man suddenly appeared, standing only two feet from the haystack, coldly asking him.
"Just…" He only managed to utter one word before Wanrendi instinctively looked up.
White, all white—from head to toe, the man's clothing was devoid of any other color!
Who was this, dressed like that in the middle of the night?
Wanrendi looked up, trying to see more clearly, but the man's face was hidden behind the lamplight, stinging his eyes. He could make out nothing except for two delicate, straight eyebrows.
"I...I also said...Zhan Zhao doesn't deserve to be a hero..."
Feeling that person's eyes were fixed on him, Wanren Di was filled with trepidation and honestly confessed, not daring to hide anything.
"Why doesn't he deserve it?" The voice remained icy.
"Because... the martial world is the martial world. True heroes eliminate evil and help the weak for the people, which has nothing to do with the imperial court. Zhan Zhao... the title of Southern Hero is well-known, but when he performed at Yaowu Tower, he was obsequious and servile. Where was the spirit of a true hero? He disgraced the martial world. These scoundrels, just because the Emperor bestowed the title of 'Imperial Cat' upon him, they flatter him endlessly, thinking that Zhan Zhao is the most outstanding hero in the world, the number one young hero of the Song Dynasty—bah, a lackey of the imperial court!" Wan Rendi's eyes were red, and he became more and more agitated as he cursed. "True heroes are like hermits... reclusive masters... who do not care about personal gain or fame, and only seek to benefit the people and have a clear conscience, just like... Bai Yutang, the great hero!"
"Bai Yutang, Bai Yutang is also called a hero?" The white-clad man sneered disdainfully in the light.
"Why isn't Bai Yutang called a great hero!" Wanrendi almost jumped up, poking his face with his finger. "The Five Righteous Men of Trap Island are all known throughout the martial world for their unwavering loyalty and righteousness. Especially Bai Yutang, the 'White-haired Rat,' who has done countless good deeds of eliminating evil and robbing the rich to help the poor. His benevolence, righteousness, wisdom, and courage are unparalleled, surpassing even his four sworn brothers. Not to mention that Zhan Zhao, who is all talk and no action—what a show at the Martial Arts Tower, what a 'Cat of Imperial Fame,' learning martial arts and selling them to the imperial family, that bastard is the Southern Hero, that's Zhan Zhao!!!"
"Pfft—" The man in white couldn't help but laugh, but in the blink of an eye, his tone returned to its icy coldness.
"You really hate Zhan Zhao that much?"
"It's not hate, it's contempt. I despise this kind of beast, this lackey, this scum of the martial world, this piece of trash of the martial arts world..." Wanrendi cursed without thinking, his teeth clenched as if he were seeing his father's killer.
In the light, the white-clad man's eyes flickered, a half-smile playing on his lips, his thoughts unreadable.
"Hmph, hmph. Speechless now, speechless! I knew you thought Zhan Zhao was the true hero. Hero my foot! More like a pathetic hero, a hypocrite, a real scoundrel!"
Through the bright light, the smile on the white-clad man's lips could be vaguely seen widening.
"Alright, that's enough. Zhan Zhao isn't here..."
"No, I'm going to say it! Go ahead and hit me if you dare! Kill me!" Wan Rendi shouted, puffing out his chest without fear. Although he couldn't see the white-robed man's face clearly, his eyes were wide open, staring intently at the man's face as if he wanted to pounce and bite him. "I... I'm telling you, if there's only one person in this world who can make all the heroes of the world sincerely admire him and call him 'Number One Under Heaven,' that person is Bai Yutang! What is a true hero? What is a real hero? Bai Yutang! He's willing to die for his country, his heart and soul bound to the cause of chivalry for all time! Bai Yutang!"
"Don't underestimate me just because I, Wu Mingshi, am a scoundrel. I know who's a hero and who's a coward. We'll only know after a fight! As long as Zhan is a man, as long as he has any guts, he'll fight Bai Yutang the day he comes knocking. Stop talking nonsense, or you're just scared, knowing you can't win, trying to back down! Trying to stall!! Trying to run away!!!"
Wanrendi cursed through gritted teeth, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier until he drifted off to sleep.
"Yes, we'll only know who's a hero and who's a coward after a fight." The white-clad man gritted his teeth, suddenly grabbing his sword and rushing out. The moment he crossed the threshold, his face was strikingly handsome in the bright moonlight.
Sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, incomparably handsome—who else could it be but Bai Yutang!

Chapter 43: Loli Gets Hands and Gets Wet at First Touch

Midnight.
Outside the Grand Tutor's Mansion.
Three dark figures, carrying a sack, stealthily made their way along the courtyard wall towards the back gate.
"Dawei, hurry, signal!" Gao Ya, panting heavily, urged urgently as soon as they stopped.
"Woof."
"Woof woof." "
Woof woof woof."
The dog barked, one short, two long, then three short.
No response.
"Quick, bark again."
"Woof."
"Woof woof."
"Woof woof woof."
Still no response.
"Quick, bark again."
"Woof."
...
On the sixth call, the door finally opened a crack.
"Fourth Brother, you promised to call once, why did it take you so long..." Gao Dawei moved incredibly fast; as soon as Pang Yu, dressed as a servant in a blue robe and hat, stepped out, he darted over like a mouse seeing rice.
What, Fourth Brother?
Pang Yu was furious. How dare this good-for-nothing servant call him brother!
"How can you blame me? Who taught you to imitate that so well? If you didn't listen carefully, you'd really think it was a dog barking outside." Pang Yu rolled his eyes and sneered coldly. If it weren't for the fact that it was late at night and any noise would attract the guards, he would have kicked him hard long ago—well, getting the little girl into the manor was more important right now. He then proceeded
to teach Gao Dawei a lesson
. "Really? Does it really look that much like him?" Gao Dawei scratched his head, not realizing for a moment that Pang Yu was insulting him. He barked a few more times, trying to get a better understanding.
"Young Master Gao, have you brought the person?" Pang Yu went straight to Gao Ya Nei.
—Talking to idiots too much would lower his IQ.
"I brought her. You can rest assured about my work." Gao Ya Nei patted his chest smugly, and with a wave of his hand, a burly man immediately brought over the sack he was carrying.
"You're not hurt, are you?"
"No." Gao Yan grinned, showing his teeth. It seemed that for these lazy, dissolute young masters, the more heinous things they did, the smuger they were.
"Pang Si, I'm increasingly impressed with you. You said that the guy surnamed Bai and that Zhan something-Zhao would fight tonight, and lo and behold, they really did."
"Yeah." " The guy
surnamed Bai approached Zhan Zhao, saying he wanted to have a duel to see who deserved to be called a great hero. Zhan Zhao hurriedly tried to explain, but the guy surnamed Bai didn't listen and just grabbed his knife, not giving him a chance to speak."
"Uh."
"Zhan Zhao was forced to make a suggestion... Hey, all you can say is 'yes' and 'uh,' you... you didn't foresee all of this, did you!?"
"You could say that." Pang Yu chuckled, touching his nose.
"You predicted that Bai Yutang wouldn't come back for a second challenge after his first attempt failed, but instead sent a formal challenge directly?"
"The Five Rats of Trap Island are formidable figures. If they kept coming to cause trouble, what difference would there be between them and street thugs? Would the Golden-haired Rat have no shame?"
"Then... you also predicted that Zhan Zhao would secretly keep the appointment without telling that brat!"
"When masters clash, victory or defeat is decided in an instant. If Ding Yuehua were to accompany him… Hmph, not only will she always see her Brother Zhan as the best, the strongest, and the most heroic, but she'd also throw a tantrum seeing Bai Yutang bossing 'Brother Zhan' around. Even if she didn't make a sound and let the two of them fight—do you think Zhan Zhao could concentrate on the battle with such a mischievous and playful younger sister by his side? What if his energy dissipates and he gets injured? What if swords fly around and he gets stabbed? What if Zhan Zhao's skills are inferior and he can't win, and the little girl leaps out to shield him from the swords?"
Gao Yanei was nearly dizzy listening to this.
Good heavens, who exactly is this Pang Si?
The reincarnation of Zhuge Liang? The rebirth of Jiang Ziya? Or… a celestial being possessed by him?!
How can he be so accurate, predicting everything?!
Meeting his infinitely admiring gaze, Pang Yu smiled.
“Zhan Zhao secretly left the inn in the middle of the night to keep his appointment with Ding Yuehua, and then it was your time to show off your skills, Young Master Gao. If I’m not mistaken, you had the waiter add a little sleeping potion to Ding Yuehua’s tea. She got thirsty in the middle of the night and drank the tea, then collapsed and was easily carried out, right?”
Gao Yanei’s mouth gaped open, unable to believe Pang Yu’s “divine foresight.”
—With that kind of intelligence, what else could he use besides sleeping potion? I could guess just by thinking.
“Then… I added some Five Luo Light Smoke Powder, you also…”
“Five Luo Light Smoke Powder, what is that?”
“What, what?!” Gao Yanei was stunned, his eyes widening. “You don’t even know Five Luo Light Smoke Powder?! Oh my god, did I hear that right?”
“The Marquis didn’t mention it, of course I don’t know. So please—sincerely—ask—Young Master Gao for guidance.”
He deliberately drew out the word "sincere," his expression incredibly earnest, which made Gao Yanei beam with delight. He affectionately pulled him close, leering, and explained, "Let me tell you, this thing is a top-tier delicacy in the world. After eating it, you'll feel like you're floating on air, all your strength will vanish in no time. And then… hehehe, Pang Si, it seems you haven't grasped the true meaning of Five Luo Light Smoke Dispersion. Let me put it this way, no matter what kind of chivalrous woman or even the most fiery and unruly stubborn woman, as long as you eat it for one night, you'll be completely at their mercy, played with however you want! And your body is incredibly sensitive, it'll get wet at the slightest touch… hehe, otherwise why would my brother always use it to deflower virgins, last year at Lanxiang Garden…"
Pang Yu had no interest in listening to his ramblings about his romantic escapades. He hoisted the bag over his shoulder and turned to head back into the mansion. With
the loli in his grasp, he was in a hurry to train her; he wouldn't care even if the sky fell.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Gao Yanei called out to him.
"Big brother was in such a hurry to send me that brat over, he must be almost fully recovered by now, but why won't he come out to see me even though all the brothers are already outside!" Gao Yanei seemed eager to exchange his experiences of philandering over the past month with Pang Yu, or perhaps these playboys and their cronies had some sordid topics that could only be discussed in person. He complained as he chased after Pang Yu, trying to force his way inside.
"Young Master Gao." Pang Yu turned around abruptly, staring seriously at his round, chubby face.
"Hmm?"
"There's no one in the world more loyal than the Marquis. These days, he talks about you, Young Master Gao, the most. I heard that you caught that stinky girl who was badmouthing the Marquis behind his back, and the Marquis couldn't wait to come out and thank you in person. But the Marquis is suffering from a serious illness that hasn't healed yet. If he catches a cold, it will be really troublesome. As the imperial physician said, 'Even Hua Tuo couldn't cure him if he were alive again'..."
Although Pang Yu didn't believe that fat people are stupid, the fact was that Gao Yanei was much slower than Qian Shicai. It was far too easy to fool him. He panicked immediately after being tricked with a few words.
"Then, when will we have to wait?"
"Well..." Pang Yu's eyes darted around, and he pretended to be troubled. "Oh dear, it's hard to say. But Young Master Gao should know the Marquis's personality. He can skip meals, and he can skip seeing his brothers..." "
He can't skip sleeping with women!" Gao Yanei interrupted, and even Gao Dawei couldn't help but chime in.
"Right, so..."
"Every now and then, send some pretty girls over to Big Brother. He'll sleep well and be in good spirits, and with good spirits, his illness will go away quickly. And soon he'll be able to lead us brothers out to party and ravage brothels, crushing those damned princes, right?" Gao Yanei had become clever this time, understanding immediately, making Pang Yu almost laugh out loud.
"Dawei."
"What are your orders, Young Master?"
"Go and make arrangements with all the brothels, brothels, and kiosks in the capital. From today onwards, no matter which place has a new girl, they'll all be reserved for me. Anyone who dares to disobey..."
"Anyone who dares to disobey the Commander's Mansion will be sent over for tea every day!" Pang Yu interjected.
"Yes, that's what we'll say."
"Yes, I'll go first thing tomorrow morning. Don't worry, Young Master, I'll definitely get it done." Gao Dawei pounded his chest loudly, his ability to use someone else's power was probably comparable to Chuixue's.
"The Marquis is still waiting. I'll take the person over first."
Too lazy to waste any more words, Pang Yu chose to leave.
"Hmm, go ahead. This young master also needs to go to Shuiyue Tower to find Yu Jie. The night is long and shouldn't be wasted, hahaha."
"Damn, the day before yesterday it was Pantene, today it's Yujie, next day should I go for Vidal Sassoon and Lafang? "
Pang Yu suppressed the urge to curse until Gao Yanei was far away.
"Goodbye, Young Master Gao. Remember, my Marquis prefers virgins, young girls, around fourteen is best."
"Understood, I won't send anyone who isn't a virgin." Gao Yanei turned his chubby face and responded in his ambiguous and shameless voice, his two front teeth gleaming in the darkness.
Pang Yu carried the sack back to the Grand Tutor's mansion.
The moment he turned to close the door, his expression could only be described with one word.
Lewd!
Two words would also be fine.
Very lewd!
Three words...
extremely lewd?
Wrong, quite lewd.
Quite, quite, quite lewd.

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