Chapter 53

Feng Yin felt annoyed.

He almost wanted to rush over and punch the guy.

Feng Ying seemed to sense Feng Yin's frustration and quickly crawled out of his pocket, all the way up to Feng Yin's collar.

Its sharp claws under its paw pads clung to the soft fabric as Feng Yin walked, not only moving as if on flat ground but also without tearing the clothes at all.

It climbed all the way to the collar, then used its soft body to press against Feng Yin's chin, its small body curling and uncurling, slipping into Feng Yin's collar...

Its little head gently rubbed against Feng Yin's face, as if to comfort him: Don't be angry, don't be angry.

I'm here with you, don't be angry, okay?

Feng Yin felt his heart almost melt.

"Not angry, how can I be angry with someone so uncultured? If I did, what kind of person would I be? We have morals, martial virtues, and artistic virtues... I'm getting off-topic, off-topic."

Feng Yin's face was warm, completely forgetting his earlier impulse to punch the guy and send him to the conscience clinic.

He walked toward the West Market, his chin brushing against the soft body of the little creature.

He vaguely sensed that the atmosphere in Yuezhou City was quite off. There were clearly more patrolling soldiers on the streets.

People in various colorful rainbow clothes were moving about, their faces serious, and their steps hurried.

They were entering and exiting various shops and large households, each exuding a chill that warned others to stay away.

Sometimes, he could even see people in blue robes and constables from the yamen facing off.

All these abnormalities made the streets much less crowded. Many people, upon seeing this situation, would quickly slip away along the walls, only to be invariably stopped and questioned: "Why are you running?"

Feng Yin was puzzled: What major event has happened?

But he didn't pay much attention.

After all, his current identity was very well hidden.

Not only had his appearance and physique changed, but also, when he was in Jianghu Town, so many people didn't know he had a cat. Now, having a cat, and one that was well-trained...

This disguise was simply flawless.

As he walked, he attracted many curious glances, especially from young women and young wives, who stared at the little creature under Feng Yin's chin with wide eyes.

I wish I could have one like that someday.

When he reached the end, a large courtyard came into view, and the noisy voices from the other side were clearly audible.

Feng Yin, always cautious, patted Feng Ying's little bottom, and Feng Ying obediently crawled out of his collar, like a white ball of fur, and slipped back into Feng Yin's pocket, hiding tightly.

Finally, it even poked out a little paw to flip the pocket's opening outward, completely blocking the view.

"Good boy."

Feng Yin's mind relaxed, and he strode into the market.

He wasn't worried about other places, but most of the customers here were pet lovers, or rather, beast lovers.

Among them were no shortage of experts, and if one of them took a fancy to his little Feng Ying... wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

The person he had met earlier was right; this trading market really had all kinds of pets.

From ordinary cats and dogs to various beast cubs, the variety was vast and complete.

But after careful observation, Feng Yin found that while the types of beast cubs were numerous, there were few that reached the sixth rank.

The few sixth-rank beast cubs were surrounded by people, with constant bidding, and the prices kept rising.

Feng Yin didn't join the crowd but went to a few larger shops.

These large shops didn't sell sixth-rank beast cubs, but each had a few fifth-rank cubs, which were also being fought over.

Relatively speaking, a few third- and fourth-rank cubs, which were clearly not yet a month old, were temporarily ignored.

But Feng Yin knew that this was because the fifth- and sixth-rank cubs hadn't been settled yet. Once the high-rank cubs were sold, it would be the turn of the third- and fourth-rank cubs to be fought over.

Without hesitation, Feng Yin chose a small Cloud Piercing Eagle and a tiny Sky Splitting Falcon.

These two hadn't grown feathers yet and were smaller than sparrows.

"Is the owner here? I want these two."

The owner, who was sweating profusely while haggling with several groups of people, turned to look and casually said, "Those two, two thousand taels!"

"Damn!"

Feng Yin's hand trembled, almost dropping the two little birds.

"Two thousand taels... why don't you just rob us!"

"One thousand six hundred."

The owner's wife walked over, saw Feng Yin's tall and handsome figure, and her eyes immediately lit up. She smiled coyly, "If you really want them, you can take them for one thousand six hundred."

Feng Yin, who was no fool, immediately saw the owner's wife's flirtatious eyes and knew what kind of person she was.

He felt a bit helpless and said, "I don't have enough money."

This was genuinely helpless.

Who would have thought that buying a pet would lead to such a situation?

But this helpless expression made the owner's wife's eyes widen, and her heart skipped a beat. She leaned in, as if wanting to grab Feng Yin's hand, and smiled, "How much can you offer?"

Feng Yin pulled his hand back, already wanting to leave, and sighed, "I only have one thousand taels, and I need to keep some for living expenses..."

Yes, I can't afford it, so I'll leave, okay?

The owner's wife's face flushed, "One thousand taels..."

"Yes. So I can only offer six hundred taels, which means I really can't afford them."

Feng Yin sighed and smiled bitterly.

He turned to leave.

But in the owner's wife's eyes, this bitter smile was incredibly handsome, shy and bashful, handsome and masculine, with a touch of innocence and naivety.

The owner's wife said, "Okay, okay, okay... five hundred taels. Actually, it can be even less, or you don't have to pay at all... don't leave!"

She reached out to touch Feng Yin's hand.

"Don't, don't..."

Feng Yin never expected this woman to be so bold!

Her husband was right there.

He was truly exasperated.

Indeed, being too handsome is a sin, and now he truly understood the phrase "beauty is a curse."

If being handsome is a crime, he must be guilty of a heinous crime.

In this situation, it would only take one word to go to a hotel.

"Five hundred taels it is..."

Feng Yin quickly threw down the silver note, grabbed the two little creatures and their food and equipment, and hurriedly left. Even with his cultivation, he almost tripped, looking a bit flustered.

He was genuinely scared!

This was the first time in his life he had encountered such a situation.

Feng Yin felt a bit embarrassed. Even though he had experienced countless teachers' teachings, he couldn't handle such a situation!

The owner's wife was still looking out from the shop door, her eyes filled with longing, searching for the retreating figure in the crowd: "Sir, come back when you have time..."

The owner, busy with his work, glanced over and shouted, "Come help, what are you doing!"

The owner's wife snapped back to reality, looked at her husband's greasy face and balding head, and her eyes showed genuine disgust.

She hadn't thought much of it before; he could make money, which was good. But now... after seeing that gentleman, her husband looked like a pile of shit...

"Shouting, what are you shouting? You dared to shout at me?..."

A commotion ensued...

...

Feng Yin wiped the cold sweat as he walked out.

Women are truly terrifying.

Although he saved some money, he was so scared that the mental distress was worth more than one thousand five hundred taels. If he had known it would be so disgusting, he wouldn't have haggled and would have just paid and left.

Reflecting on this, he added another thought: In my past life, I never received such treatment!

It's the same routine, the same appearance, the same skills... well, I didn't look like this in my past life. Could that be the reason?

In my past life, although I was a bit shorter, poorer, and uglier, I wasn't that bad.

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze on him. This gaze was so intense, it felt like it could strip him naked.

Feng Yin's heart skipped a beat. He kept his eyes forward, pretending not to notice, and continued walking.

"Sir, please wait a moment."

A smiling voice sounded.

Oh no, another woman.

Feng Yin, already wary, pretended it wasn't him and continued walking.

A figure appeared behind him like a ghost, and a hand landed on his shoulder: "Sir, may I have a word with you?"

Feng Yin turned to look and saw a beautiful woman in a green dress, with a graceful figure, exuding a charming womanly aura without being frivolous.

She was smiling at him, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Who are you?" Feng Yin asked, surprised, pointing at himself, "Are you calling me?"

"Yes."

"Do you know me?"

"No."

"Then why..."

"You look familiar, like an old friend." The woman smiled.

An old friend?

Feng Yin chuckled inwardly.

This sounded like a flimsy excuse. Clearly, this woman had another purpose. But what could it be? It couldn't be another case of lust at first sight, could it?

Feng Yin's mind raced, and he said tactfully, "I have important matters to attend to, so I must..."

"Sir, you should have time. Why don't we have a chat at the teahouse nearby?" The woman smiled, completely ignoring his words.

But Feng Yin suddenly felt a powerful spiritual pressure.

The woman's face was smiling, but her eyes were deep and serious.

Feng Yin was helpless.

This woman doesn't understand human language. I clearly said I have important matters and "should have time."

Can I just not go?