Chapter 2

After feeling refreshed, Wu Xianshi’s face turned completely grim. He knew it must be the beggar in front of him who was up to no good.

Thinking about how he, Wu Xianshi, had some standing in the antique market, a reputation he had built over several years, he couldn’t believe it was about to be ruined by a beggar?

"Boy, this is disrespectful to the divine. You will be punished by heaven. What did you do to me? You’d better kneel immediately; perhaps you can gain the divine’s forgiveness."

Wu Xianshi gritted his teeth, but his status prevented him from taking action against Shen Feng. He glanced at Dahuangya and a curly-haired young man, putting on a righteous facade.

The curly-haired young man and Dahuangya had the same role, responsible for dealing with troublemakers.

Seeing Wu Xianshi’s gaze, Dahuangya and the curly-haired man understood and quickly took two steps forward.

Dahuangya felt a sense of relief; his injustice was finally cleared. Now everyone should know that the first fart was also from Wu Xianshi. In a way, he was a bit grateful to Shen Feng.

But gratitude aside, both he and the curly-haired man relied on Wu Xianshi for their livelihood. If they didn’t make Shen Feng bow today, Wu Xianshi’s fortune-telling reputation would be completely ruined.

"Boy, didn’t you hear what my master said? Do you want to be punished by the divine? Kneel immediately and beg for the divine’s forgiveness," Dahuangya said with a serious tone, but his mouth full of yellow teeth made people feel extremely nauseous.

The curly-haired man and Dahuangya were both built robustly, and their intimidating presence was clearly a threat to Shen Feng.

Wu Xianshi, who had regained his composure, could have won an Oscar for his acting. He completely ignored the chill behind his buttocks: "Don’t be stubborn. Kneel and repent to the divine; this is the only way to cleanse your sins. You..."

But Wu Xianshi’s voice suddenly stopped.

His face turned red again. He was trying to hold back, and if he couldn’t control his buttocks this time, his reputation would be completely ruined.

He clenched his teeth tightly, straining to hold it in, his face turning extremely red.

Shen Feng looked at the seated Su Jingyu: "You’d better stand a bit further back."

Su Jingyu pursed her lips and thoughtfully stood back about ten steps.

Shen Feng also moved back with her.

Wu Xianshi finally no longer felt the urge to fart. He had held it in, and a smile appeared on his face. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a rush of air moving up his esophagus and into his throat, leaving him no time to react.

"Burp—"

Wu Xianshi let out an incredibly loud and long burp. It seemed as if a hurricane had entered his mouth, his cheeks puffing up. But why did this burp sound so strange? It sounded exactly like a fart?

Not only that.

After this unusual burp, a stench like a sewage pit emanated from Wu Xianshi’s mouth, and his lips turned yellow.

Wu Xianshi was stunned, feeling as if he had swallowed feces. The intense odor stimulated his taste buds, and he immediately bent over and vomited.

The onlookers standing nearby felt as if someone had farted right in their faces, their stomachs churning.

Is Wu Xianshi really that, that amazing?

They couldn’t describe Wu Xianshi in any other way; they had never seen anyone fart through their mouth before.

Wu Xianshi truly lived up to his title as a master!

Su Jingyu, who had stepped back, frowned. The air here was a bit murky. Her beautiful eyes looked at Shen Feng with a meaningful gaze. She had taken the day off to visit the antique market and had heard that Wu Xianshi was famous. Recently, she had encountered some troubles, so she had come to seek his fortune-telling with a hopeful heart.

After vomiting, Wu Xianshi no longer cared about his image. He felt as if he had eaten feces. He shouted, "Beat this boy to death for me."

Dahuangya and the curly-haired man were also stunned by the fart from Wu Xianshi’s mouth. After regaining their senses, they continued to step forward, determined to teach this disrespectful beggar a lesson.

Su Jingyu, standing beside Shen Feng, showed a hint of worry on her face and had already taken out her phone.

"Wu Xianshi, it’s better not to hold in farts. If they don’t come out from below, they’ll come out from above," Shen Feng said. The residual spiritual energy in his body was almost gone, and even if he didn’t use it, it would dissipate on its own. His now chaotic Immortal Emperor body had temporarily lost its ability to store spiritual energy.

He forced out a few strands of spiritual energy, and the ordinary people present felt no abnormality.

These strands of spiritual energy moved toward Dahuangya and the curly-haired man.

"Rip! Rip! Rip!—"

A shocking scene unfolded. Dahuangya and the curly-haired man’s clothes and pants were torn apart, leaving them completely exposed in an instant.

Feeling the sudden lightness, they heard women’s screams around them.

"Shameless!"

"My eyes are going to hurt!"

...

Dahuangya and the curly-haired man’s faces turned green, and they squatted on the ground, covering their private parts with their hands.

Today was truly bizarre. Could it all be the work of this beggar?

Wu Xianshi was so angry he almost spat blood. He led out a large Tibetan Mastiff named Abao from a nearby iron cage.

This Tibetan Mastiff was expensive, and it could also serve as a combat force when necessary.

Seeing this fierce Tibetan Mastiff, the surrounding people all retreated in fear. Being bitten by this large dog was no joke.

"Boy, I, Wu Xianshi, don’t believe I can’t deal with you."

"Abao, attack."

Wu Xianshi released the Tibetan Mastiff named Abao and pointed at Shen Feng.

Seeing the Tibetan Mastiff about to pounce on Shen Feng, Su Jingyu, aware of the danger, wanted to tell Shen Feng to run.

Shen Feng had only one last strand of spiritual energy left in his body. He sent this strand into the Tibetan Mastiff’s body.

It would dissipate on its own anyway.

The originally fierce Tibetan Mastiff suddenly froze, a look of pain appearing on its dog face.

Seeing the Tibetan Mastiff not moving, Wu Xianshi lightly kicked its buttocks: "Abao..."

But he didn’t finish his sentence.

A loud "Burp—" sounded from Abao’s buttocks.

Did this dog fart? And the fart was powerful, even spraying blood.

Wu Xianshi’s foot, which had kicked Abao’s buttocks, was directly repelled by the fart, and he lost his balance, falling to the ground.

His head happened to be right under Abao’s buttocks.

This fart not only sprayed blood but also left Abao completely exhausted, and he sat directly on Wu Xianshi’s face.

Wu Xianshi really wanted to cry. It was hard to be a fraud and make a living, but today he ended up like this.

Why did he have to involve himself with Shen Feng?

Shen Feng didn’t take such a small character seriously: "Wu Xianshi, your dog farts just like you."

After saying that,

Shen Feng walked out of the antique market, not wanting to waste time on such a minor character.

Su Jingyu, who was stunned for a moment, quickly followed: "Shen Feng, wait for me."

As a smart woman, Su Jingyu naturally saw that everything was related to Shen Feng. In her eyes, this once ordinary boy now exuded a mysterious aura, making her want to uncover the veil that obscured him.