Chapter 3

"Ha..." A light laugh escaped from Qin Yi's lips. No one understood Yi Feng's character better than she did. The moment he said those words, she knew he was up to something mischievous again.

Qin Yi suddenly broke into a smile, which, combined with her flawless beauty, left everyone who was looking at her in a daze. However, no one dared to stare at her with infatuation, for her status was not something they could provoke.

Qin Yi clearly noticed her own loss of composure and quickly covered her smiling lips with her fair, delicate hand. The tender white hand pressing against her lips made Yi Feng stare blankly, wishing he could be that hand.

Qin Yi gave Yi Feng a glare, a blush spreading across her face.

Seeing Qin Yi's glare and the stunned look in her eyes, Yi Feng's heart raced. He couldn't believe that such a captivating gaze still existed in this world. Compared to five years ago, Qin Yi's beauty had increased several times over.

Yi Feng shook his head, trying hard to look away from Qin Yi. Seeing the infatuated gazes of the others, he couldn't help but cough a few times. Yi Feng was very dissatisfied.

Damn, I've had enough, who else dares to look? I'll bring Lotus Sister and Phoenix Sister to show you all, you bastards.

If the others knew what Yi Feng was thinking, they would probably beat him up first without any hesitation: This bastard, too damn selfish and despicable.

This cough finally brought everyone back to their senses, and they moved their gazes away from Qin Yi. However, each of them was left with a sense of awe, perhaps they had never seen such a breathtakingly beautiful person before.

At this moment, Albert also came to his senses. He looked at Yi Kaimu and laughed, "Hehe, Sir Yi's son is indeed remarkable. I wonder how many women he has sought out?"

Hearing Albert's sarcasm, Yi Kaimu's face turned ashen, wishing he could kill Yi Feng.

"What? What did you say? Sir Albert, how can your thoughts be so dirty, how shameful, so shameful. When I said seeking flowers and asking willows, I just meant walking around and enjoying the flowers and scenery along the way. Where did your mind go? Do you think that at my age, twelve and under five years ago, I could have sought out women? How shameful, I'm ashamed for you."

Yi Feng looked disgusted, slightly turning his body as if to keep his distance from Albert.

Seeing this, everyone cursed in their hearts: This kid is completely misleading others. Who would think you meant it literally? Yet, no one could say anything, despicable, too despicable.

Yi Kaimu's face now showed a smile as he glanced at the flushed Albert. He pretended to be angry and said to Yi Feng, "Shut up, do you mean to say that Sir Albert is crazy? Sir Albert, my son is ignorant, don't take it to heart."

Everyone rolled their eyes. Anyone with eyes could see that Yi Kaimu was calling Albert crazy, but Albert couldn't retaliate. After all, Yi Kaimu was ostensibly scolding his son, and Yi Feng naturally understood his father's meaning. He cooperated and said, "Father, I didn't say he was crazy. The premise of being crazy is that he has a brain, right?"

This sentence made everyone cover their mouths and laugh: This kid, he's really good at insulting people. Impressive, very impressive.

Although Albert had good self-control, being called brainless by a little brat in front of everyone was a huge loss of face. He forgot his own status and angrily said to Yi Feng, "Waste, you're asking for death!"

With that, he slapped his hand across the table towards Yi Feng.

Seeing this, Yi Feng gave him a faint look, slowly picked up his cup, and said with a smirk, "Looking at your liver-colored face, I seriously doubt whether your mother gave birth to a person or a placenta when she had you."

"Ha..."

Everyone couldn't hold back, spitting out the wine in their mouths: This kid, too damn fierce. His skill in insulting people has reached the highest level, insulting without using foul language.

Albert's body trembled with anger, and his hand moved faster towards Yi Feng's face.

"Bang..."

As Yi Feng had expected, just as Albert's hand was about to hit his face, Yi Kaimu blocked it: "Sir Albert, why do you need to stoop to the level of a child?"

Feeling Albert's almost murderous gaze, Yi Feng was completely unfazed. He didn't think Albert could cause much trouble at his father's birthday party, nor did he believe Albert could harm him. After all, his face-conscious father wouldn't let him lose face. This was why Yi Feng could freely insult Albert.

"Cough, placenta, don't be angry. If you don't believe me, go home and ask your mother. I'm sure she will give you a definite answer." Yi Feng said calmly. Albert almost fainted from anger.

"Hehe, what a sharp tongue. Young Master Yi, your son is not simple either." A middle-aged man looked at Yi Feng and smiled at Yi Kaimu.

This sudden comment made Albert glare at Yi Feng, but he seemed to be quite wary of the middle-aged man and didn't say another word, sitting back down.

Yi Feng naturally recognized the middle-aged man. He was the third son of the Bran family, and according to the relationship between the two families, Yi Feng should call him Uncle.

The Yi family and the Bran family were both extremely prominent families in the empire. In theory, as the second son of the Yi family, Yi Kaimu should have been very prominent, but because he was disliked by the head of the Yi family, Yi Feng's grandfather, he was sent to the remote city of Mu to guard the family's legacy. This was why Albert dared to oppose Yi Kaimu.

If it weren't for Yi Kaimu being disliked by the head of the Yi family, even with the courage of a leopard, Albert wouldn't dare to cross Yi Kaimu, who was the heir of the Yi family.

Unlike Yi Kaimu, the head of the Bran family was extremely fond of his third son. This was why everyone in the room, including Yi Kaimu, treated the middle-aged man with great care.

"My brother, you're joking. A waste with broken meridians, how can he be considered not simple?" Yi Kaimu glanced at Yi Feng, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

"Hehe, isn't Lord Xiao also not a spirit practitioner? How many people in the empire dare to disrespect him?" The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled.

"How can this rebellious son be compared to Lord Xiao? Lord Xiao is a man of great talent and wisdom, capable of governing the country. Moreover, who knows, one day he might reach the level of a Spirit Lord."

Yi Kaimu's words were indeed reasonable. In the past, there were several people of extraordinary talent who suddenly reached the level of a Spirit Lord. The allure of the Spirit Lord level made countless people fall in love with poetry and literature. Additionally, the empire selected officials based on their talent and wisdom, using them to govern the country. Thus, the literary field saw significant development, much like the glory of the Tang and Song dynasties in ancient China.

In fact, painters, dancers, and singers could also reach the level of a Spirit Lord in an instant. However, the allure of official positions in the empire made the number of poets far exceed the others.

In Yi Feng's view, this was an inevitable product. Despite this being a world where strength was paramount, people couldn't always be practicing. They needed to rest and find enjoyment. Human nature, at its core, was about enjoyment. The cultivation of strength was also for one's own comfort. However, without modern technology, the continent of Mo, with its poetry, literature, music, and art, naturally became the primary means of entertainment. It was no wonder that poetry and literature flourished.

As for the peak practitioners in certain fields reaching the level of a Spirit Lord, Yi Feng was not surprised. Ancient China had many myths, such as the swordsmith who ascended to heaven, the high monk who flew away while sitting, and the martial artist who shattered the void...

When a person's soul reached a certain realm, becoming one with heaven and earth was not impossible. Various professions became the bridge to this unity.

However, the number of people who could achieve this unity was pitifully few, to the point of becoming legends. Therefore, Yi Feng scoffed at the idea that the so-called Lord Xiao could become a Spirit Lord.

Of course, even if it was a legend, it gave people hope, and some people, like moths to a flame, pursued the path once walked by the legends.

However, a playful smile flashed across Yi Feng's lips: Is the so-called Lord Xiao really that remarkable? If I steal some Tang and Song poetry to compete with him, I wonder how miserably he would lose. I wonder how people would be shocked.

Seeing the strange smile on Yi Feng's lips, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with surprise. He looked at Yi Feng and said, "Nephew, do you think Lord Xiao cannot reach the Lord level?"

Yi Feng smiled slightly and said, "Uncle, don't say such things. Lord Xiao is a man of great talent, and he might reach it."

The middle-aged man smiled strangely. This kid is indeed interesting. 'He might reach it'—doesn't that mean the chances are slim? This kid is quite something.

"Hehe, my nephew is right. I wonder what your aspirations are? Have you thought about surpassing Lord Xiao?" The middle-aged man seemed very interested in Yi Feng, smiling as he asked.

His words made Qin Yi, Yi Feng's mother, and Yi Liu's ears perk up. They all focused their gazes on Yi Feng, clearly eager to know his plans.

Yi Feng stretched lazily, yawned, and lazily patted his mouth, saying in a very relaxed manner, "Uncle, don't you think it's hard for me, at my age of less than seventeen, to answer such a profound question? Besides, is Lord Xiao so easy to surpass?"

Seeing his youngest son's extremely lazy demeanor, which he found extremely annoying, Yi Kaimu couldn't help but hum. However, he was very satisfied with Yi Feng's last sentence. At least this rebellious son didn't say he could surpass Lord Xiao. Lord Xiao was an unmatchable figure in the empire.

Hearing Yi Feng's words, the middle-aged man's smile grew even wider: This kid used a rhetorical question. Does he mean that Lord Xiao is not unmatchable? Yes, that's it. This kid is very bold. Very interesting.

"My nephew is right, but why don't you tell us about your aspirations? I think everyone wants to know," the middle-aged man said, still smiling, but Yi Feng found his expression unsettling.

At this moment, Yi Feng's mother also chimed in, "Yes, Feng'er, tell us what you want to do in the future. Mother can help you arrange it."

Looking at the hopeful gazes of Qin Yi and his mother, Yi Feng yawned, glanced at Albert, who was looking at him with disdain, and then smiled faintly, saying, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"