# Chapter 559: Qing Mengxin
More and more people came to Lin Feng's stall, but those who set up stalls to trade rare spiritual herbs like Nine Yang Grass were rare.
However, Lin Feng remained as calm as ever, eyes closed, sitting cross-legged, seemingly unconcerned with the outside world. Even when various Heaven's Eye techniques swept over him, he ignored them completely. In this mixed gathering of fish and dragons, such situations were unavoidable, and he didn't have the time to deal with them all.
On the torn cloth in front of Lin Feng, a line of words was actually written: "Nine Yang Grass, trade for one Heavenly Spirit Mushroom or Blood Soul Grass. Do not disturb if not interested."
"Hey!"
At this moment, a voice rang out. A middle-aged man with an imposing appearance stood before Lin Feng.
Lin Feng opened his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man, and said, "Speak."
"Can this Nine Yang Grass of yours be purchased with Origin Stones? You can name your price." The middle-aged man spoke to Lin Feng, but saw Lin Feng's eyes slowly close again as he coldly spat out a few words: "Can't you read the words? Do I need to teach you how to recite them?"
This middle-aged man was not the first to come asking. Because many before him had done the same, Lin Feng had written those words. Otherwise, if every passerby asked, he would only need to sit here answering their questions. Lin Feng was not that accommodating.
"Oh?" The middle-aged man frowned and said to Lin Feng, "Young man, you have no manners. Do you know how to speak?"
Lin Feng ignored him, still closing his eyes, sitting as still as a mountain.
"I am speaking to you." The middle-aged man shouted sternly. Lin Feng's eyelashes fluttered, his lips moved slightly, and he uttered a single word: "Scram!"
Lin Feng's voice was cold, without any politeness. This place had all kinds of people, including many who were unreasonable.
The middle-aged man's face stiffened slightly. He snorted coldly and said, "What an insolent brat. Today I will teach you a lesson and make you understand what manners are."
With that, the middle-aged man took a step forward, his bare palms directly slapping toward Lin Feng, stirring up a gust of wind.
"Scram!"
"Scram, scram, scram!"
Lin Feng opened his mouth and shouted. Wild, scorching true essence spewed from his mouth, as if a wave of flame energy burst forth from the void, rushing toward the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man's palm force fiercely struck, slamming into the true essence Lin Feng had spat out. His steps shifted slightly, and he flickered back, instantly returning to his original position.
At the same time, Lin Feng's hand also moved, as fast as a phantom, directly reaching toward the space, then suddenly gripping tightly.
A phantom suddenly froze there. This hand was close to the Nine Yang Grass, only one step away from touching it, but at that moment, it was caught by Lin Feng's hand.
"What fast reflexes, what swift movements."
The crowd's gazes focused. Their eyes hadn't even registered what had happened, but while Lin Feng shouted the middle-aged man back with a single word, his palm had also reached out, directly grabbing the hand that had suddenly extended from behind.
"I said, if there's a next time, I will not be lenient."
An icy voice came from Lin Feng's mouth, and then a cracking sound was heard. The bones of that phantom hand shattered, crushed by Lin Feng's palm.
"Ah..."
Beside him, a dark-faced man screamed miserably, his whole body twitching in pain.
"Crack, crack... Boom!"
The sound of bones breaking continued, and then the crowd saw that figure sent flying, his entire arm hanging limply, already crippled by Lin Feng.
The imposing middle-aged man saw this scene and quietly retreated, trying to slip away through the crowd.
But light flashed, and Lin Feng swept up the Nine Yang Grass. Then his body suddenly stood up, a wisp of light breeze brushing past the crowd, stirring their clothes.
"Boom."
"Ah..."
Two sounds came almost simultaneously. The crowd saw Lin Feng directly strike the middle-aged man's chest with a palm, shattering his meridians and crippling his cultivation.
This middle-aged man had been unreasonable, trying to seize the Nine Yang Grass by taking advantage of the situation, and had even attacked him. If Lin Feng didn't punish him severely, more people would surely come to cause trouble. With this palm strike, if others still wanted to fish in troubled waters, they would need to think carefully and weigh their own strength.
His form flickered, and Lin Feng instantly returned to his original spot. Breaking a man's arm and crippling a middle-aged man's cultivation were all done in an instant.
Light flickered, and a wisp of pure Yang energy spread through the space again. Lin Feng took out the Nine Yang Grass, placed it before him, and closed his eyes to rest, as if nothing had happened.
But now, the crowd's intentions had diminished considerably. They withdrew some of their schemes, no longer daring to covet the Nine Yang Grass. This young man was unfathomable, very strong, and his methods were decisive and ruthless. If they tried to seize the Nine Yang Grass and failed, they might end up crippled. Taking such a big risk for a single Nine Yang Grass wasn't worth it.
At dusk, the glow hanging in the void grew brighter. Many people came to observe Lin Feng's stall, but no one came to trade. From this, it could be seen that Heavenly Spirit Mushroom and Blood Soul Grass were indeed not easy to obtain. Few people possessed them, and even if someone did, they might have other uses for them and be unwilling to trade.
Just then, the crowd suddenly stirred, becoming extremely noisy. Everyone around was in chaos.
"Hurry, move aside, move aside..."
Urgent voices sounded continuously as people kept crowding toward a certain direction. Many eyes revealed a hint of fanaticism.
"Qing Mengxin, it's Qing Mengxin coming."
Excited voices rose and fell one after another. Qing Mengxin, the famous beauty of Dragon Mountain Empire, a seductress who could topple the world. It was said that whoever saw her once would definitely want to see her a second and third time.
"What is Qing Mengxin doing? Why has she come here?"
The crowd whispered, their feet constantly shuffling.
The surrounding discussions entered Lin Feng's ears, and his brows moved slightly.
Qing Mengxin of the Star Pavilion, an empire beauty, ranked in the top three among the younger generation of Dragon Mountain Empire, equally famous as Tang Youyou. With a woman like this coming, it was no wonder she caused such a stir.
Opening his eyes, Lin Feng glanced into the distance. However, the wall of people almost completely blocked his view. Still, through a gap, he saw a group of women carrying a soft sedan chair, slowly approaching.
Lin Feng only saw a pair of small feet, exquisitely perfect without a single flaw, making many men want to hold them in their palms at first glance.
The crowd's steps moved with the soft sedan chair carrying Qing Mengxin. Lin Feng's gaze gradually rose, seeing an elegant orange-yellow long dress that only covered her thighs. Her smooth, flawless, delicate jade-like legs were incredibly long, fair and tender, as if they could be squeezed to produce water.
These legs alone were enough to make countless men drool with desire, even wanting to rush up and caress them. They were too perfect.
"Another femme fatale."
Lin Feng thought to himself. The owner of such beautiful legs, even if her face weren't so perfect, would still be enough to drive men mad. Besides, having seen Tang Youyou, how could Lin Feng doubt the beauty of Qing Mengxin, who was equally famous?
Moreover, Lan Jiao had said that Tang Youyou was a cold, noble beauty that made people dare not covet her, while Qing Mengxin was a beauty that seduced all living beings, making people feel infinite desire at first glance.
Finally, Lin Feng's gaze moved upward, seeing her towering, full bosom and her unadorned face. The skin below her swan-like neck was as white as snow, with a hint of cleavage faintly visible, stirring countless hearts.
His eyes slowly closed, and Lin Feng did not continue looking. But even with his eyes shut, Qing Mengxin's face lingered, impossible to shake off. Just as Lan Jiao had said, this seductive woman, once seen, could not be forgotten, and one would definitely want to see her again.
This was man's instinctive desire. Seeing such captivating beauty that stirred one's heart, who could resist looking a second or third time?
The soft sedan continued forward. Qing Mengxin's lips held a seductive smile, her perfectly flawless legs slightly pressed together. Her smiling gaze occasionally swept across the crowd.
"Oh?"
Just then, Qing Mengxin's beautiful eyes flickered, and she made an extremely subtle sound. In her line of sight, there was actually a young man sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of his surroundings, ignoring her beauty.
At Qing Mengxin's lower position, there was also a young girl, also very beautiful. But because she was beside Qing Mengxin, her beauty was overshadowed.
"Lin Feng!"
The young girl was stunned when she saw the young man and exclaimed softly. This woman was none other than Lan Jiao!