Chapter 29: Playing Them for Fools
A faint, cold smile flickered across Lin Feng’s face. He placed his hand on the table and picked up a cup of wine.
With a flick of his wrist, he tilted the cup. The wine inside spilled out, splashing directly onto Gu Song’s face.
The crowd instantly fell silent. Everyone was stunned by the scene. They clearly hadn’t expected that the waste, Lin Feng, would dare to do such a thing—splashing wine onto Gu Song’s face.
Still, the onlookers watched with great interest, especially Lin Yu, whose face broke into a brilliant smile. Not only would he get to see Gu Song humiliated, but perhaps Gu Song would soon teach this waste a lesson. Such a delightful scene unfolding before his eyes—how could it not make him happy?
Gu Song clearly hadn’t anticipated this either. The wine splashing onto his face forced his eyes shut. He then roughly wiped his face with his hand, drying the wine.
When he opened his eyes, they narrowed into slits, revealing a cold, venomous glare, like that of a snake.
“This waste is in for it. He’ll probably lose half his life, if not die outright,” the crowd thought to themselves as they saw Gu Song’s icy gaze. It seemed there would be more drama between the Gu Clan and the Lin Clan.
“You… splashed wine in my face?” Gu Song’s narrowed eyes gleamed especially bright. His tone was very calm, but the calmer it was, the more terrifying. Gu Song was furious.
“Yes,” Lin Feng nodded very honestly.
“I really don’t understand. A waste like you—where do you get this kind of courage? I want to ask you: have you considered the consequences of this? Or are you foolish enough to think that Lin Yu will protect you?” Gu Song’s tone carried a hint of mockery.
Lin Feng didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he picked up the wine jug from the table, opened its lid, and raised his hand once more. The wine inside splashed onto Gu Song’s face and clothes again.
“I also don’t understand. You talk so much like a waste—are you trying to intimidate me, or are you trying to cover up your own inner cowardice and show off your hesitation? A bastard son of the Gu Clan.”
Gu Song was born to the Gu Clan’s patriarch and a maidservant. Though he was technically a young master, his status was low. This had always been a knot in Gu Song’s heart, and he hated it most when others brought it up in front of him. Lin Feng’s words had undoubtedly struck a nerve.
“You’re asking for death…” Sure enough, Gu Song’s expression immediately turned dark and sinister, with a hint of ferocity.
Without any hesitation, Gu Song, still seated, threw a punch. With a whistling sound, it hurtled toward Lin Feng.
The people around the table felt a chill in their hearts. That bastard Gu Song was truly enraged. With this punch, Lin Feng would probably end up with a mangled face.
Only Lin Yu had a smile spreading across his face, growing brighter and brighter. He hoped Lin Feng would die.
But the outcome they had anticipated didn’t happen. Gu Song’s fist stopped halfway—not because he was showing mercy, but because a palm had caught his fist. The hand seemed to hold it with ease, and no matter how red Gu Song’s face turned, his fist couldn’t advance another inch.
“Hmm?” The crowd’s expressions tightened. How could this be? How could Lin Feng block this punch so easily? And now, Lin Feng’s expression remained unchanged, while Gu Song’s face was flushed red.
“I also don’t understand. With your status as a bastard son, you still want to toy with me and call me a waste. You—what right do you have?”
“Crack!”
A miserable scream rang out. Gu Song felt a sharp pain in his fist, twisting his face in agony.
“Get out.” Lin Feng flicked his hand, and Gu Song flew straight out the window. A moment later, the crowd heard Gu Song’s wails as he hit the ground.
The people around the table were all stunned. Gu Song, a cultivator at the Eighth Layer of Qi Martial Realm, had been thrown out by this waste?
“Whoosh…” The crowd took a deep breath. Was this still the waste of the Lin Clan?
Lin Feng slowly turned his gaze, landing on Lin Yu. Seeing Lin Feng’s calm eyes, Lin Yu felt a trace of fear in his heart. Yes, he was actually afraid of the waste he had been calling trash.
Lin Feng seemed to have changed, become completely different from before. Only now did Lin Yu realize that the Lin Feng of the past had eyes full of timidity, while the Lin Feng of today had eyes filled only with tenacity and determination, along with a hint of unruliness. Was this still the waste Lin Feng he knew?
“What did you just call me?” Lin Feng asked Lin Yu.
Lin Yu’s lips moved, his face stiff. He didn’t even know how to answer.
“Waste?” Lin Feng sneered. Then, Lin Yu felt a cold wind whistle past, followed by a crisp sound. Immediately, Lin Yu felt a burning pain on his face.
Lin Feng had directly slapped him across the face.
“You…” Lin Yu covered his face, the muscles on his face trembling. Lin Feng had slapped him in front of everyone… But when Lin Yu saw the calmness in Lin Feng’s gaze as he stared at him, he swallowed the words he was about to say.
“Watch your mouth from now on. Remember your status and mine,” Lin Feng said coldly. Without paying Lin Yu any further attention, he walked past him and came before Wen Shan of the Wen Clan.
“What do you want?” Wen Shan looked at Lin Feng warily. This guy had thrown Gu Song downstairs in an instant—there was no doubt about his strength.
“Are you scared?” Lin Feng said mockingly.
“I…” Wen Shan was about to speak when suddenly a cold aura emanated from Lin Feng, stiffening his body slightly. He swallowed his saliva, lowered his head, and like Gu Song before him, his face flushed red, but he didn’t dare say another word.
“Waste.” Lin Feng withdrew his aura and walked straight outside, not even glancing back.
“Ah…” Wen Shan let out a low roar, crushing the wine glass in his hand to pieces. Although Lin Feng hadn’t touched him, this contemptuous humiliation made him feel utterly ashamed. He had said Lin Feng wasn’t qualified to sit with them, but when faced with Lin Feng, he hadn’t even dared to fart. Lin Feng hadn’t even laid a hand on him from start to finish, yet he had been so cowardly. His pride, like the wine glass in his hand, had been shattered to dust in that moment.
Lin Yu’s mood was no better than Wen Shan’s. There was still a five-finger mark on his face. Why? Why had he lost the courage to resist just because Lin Feng stood before him?
The others around the table remained silent as well. They had come intending to mock the Lin Clan waste, only to be thoroughly humiliated by Lin Feng instead. These self-proclaimed most outstanding young talents of Yangzhou City—one had been thrown downstairs, one had been slapped, and one couldn’t even speak a word. Was Lin Feng really unqualified to sit at their table?
Qiu Lan’s gaze flickered uncertainly. Among them, she had the highest cultivation, at the Spirit Martial Realm. She could clearly sense that when Lin Feng stood there, he seemed to possess a special aura, or rather, a momentum—one that made others feel inferior.
As for Lin Feng himself, he had no idea how complicated the thoughts of the people in the tavern were because of his appearance. He simply didn’t want to be pointed at and insulted, called a waste by others—especially by those who seemed to take it for granted and act so arrogantly. Lin Feng couldn’t stand those ugly faces, so he taught them a lesson.
A thousand li of snow howled past the Listening Wind Tavern. Gu Song’s vicious gaze fixed on Lin Feng’s retreating figure, his face twisted with malice. This grudge must be avenged.