The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 757 - 754

The next day.

A sliver of light slowly rose in the east, and the sun burst forth from the horizon.

Ye Chenfeng and Xia Zining had checked out of their room early in the morning. After leaving the Jin Yu Man Xiang Tower, they turned into a dimly lit alley beside it, where Ye Chenfeng put on the human skin mask he had crafted the day before, instantly transforming into an exceptionally ordinary-looking young man with a somewhat sallow complexion.

As for Xia Zining, her magic could change her appearance into six different forms! To be extra cautious, Ye Chenfeng advised Xia Zining not to return to her original girlish looks but to adopt an even more inconspicuous appearance.

After the kiss on the rooftop the previous night, Xia Zining hadn’t spoken a single word to Ye Chenfeng. After muttering a few incantations, a burst of energy rippled across her, and her appearance changed into that of an exceedingly ordinary, even slightly ugly, girl.

Nonetheless, Ye Chenfeng was quite pleased with Xia Zining’s current guise. As the saying goes, "beauty is a curse." He was here to seek revenge against top forces, and he did not wish for any unwarranted distractions.

The Star-Gazing Day in Tianxing City had passed, yet the streets were still bustling with people, all heading in one direction. Ye Chenfeng and Xia Zining, now in disguise, were also planning to leave in that direction, so they followed the crowd.

As they passed a vast square, Ye Chenfeng and Xia Zining involuntarily stopped in their tracks. The square was packed with a diverse crowd, and at the center, a platform had been erected. Next to the platform stood two signboards: one announced a martial contest for marriage, and the other listed various treasures from the treasury of the City Lord’s Mansion. Whoever could last on the platform until the end would have the opportunity to marry the daughter of Tianxing City’s City Lord, and naturally, the treasures from the treasury would become his. To put it simply, the City Lord’s Mansion had displayed some of the treasury’s treasures to lure more skilled fighters.

"Hmph!" Xia Zining let out a cold snort from her nose and frowned, saying icily, "Pervert, can you not proceed whenever you see women? Do you actually want to become the son-in-law of Tianxing City’s City Lord?"

Seeing Xia Zining speaking coldly, Ye Chenfeng knew he hadn’t controlled himself the previous night. There’s an old saying, "eat short and play long," and it appeared he had committed both follies. He not only savored the sweet juice from Xia Zining’s mouth but also played with her ample bosom, so he chose not to bicker with her for the time being.

Just as Ye Chenfeng was about to leave, his gaze unintentionally scanned the list of treasures again. This glance proved significant, for he saw the five words he had dreamed of finding: "Hundred-Year Ten-Leaf Grass."

Ye Chenfeng walked straight toward the two signboards next to the platform; he had to get a closer look. If it truly was Hundred-Year Ten-Leaf Grass, it would be an effortless gain. After all, he had learned from Xia Zining that Hundred-Year Ten-Leaf Grass was extremely precious and that a battle for it could break out in two years when the next batch matured. If he could obtain it here, he wouldn’t need to get involved in the messy dispute then.

Xia Zining saw that instead of leaving, Ye Chenfeng approached the platform. She gritted her teeth in anger and stormed up to Ye Chenfeng, exclaiming, "Pervert, aren’t you leaving?"

Ye Chenfeng paid no attention to Xia Zining’s shouts and, struggling to conceal his inner joy, asked, "Xia Zining, can you take a look and see if it mentions ’Hundred-Year Ten-Leaf Grass’ up there?"

At Ye Chenfeng’s prompting, Xia Zining’s gaze shifted to the wooden signboard. She remembered that not long ago, Ye Chenfeng had inquired about the Hundred-Year Ten-Leaf Grass. When she found the words on the sign, she said, "Pervert, what are you planning to do? This is the treasure of the City Lord’s Mansion. Unless you become the City Lord’s son-in-law, the treasury might be opened for you."

As she spoke the last sentence, Xia Zining suddenly widened her beautiful eyes and asked, "Ye Chenfeng, you’re not thinking of stepping onto the platform, are you? Can you be serious for once? You’re meddling with someone’s lifelong affair."

Ye Chenfeng immediately covered Xia Zining’s mouth and pulled her to an unoccupied spot, saying, "Xia Zining, keep your voice down. I just want to get the Hundred-Year Ten-Leaf Grass. Haven’t you said that with my current strength, I wouldn’t stand a chance in the struggle two years from now? But I must obtain the Hundred-Year Ten-Leaf Grass; it’s a matter of life and death for someone immensely important to me. Do you understand?"

Xia Zining still glared at Ye Chenfeng, defiantly saying, "You big pervert, didn’t you see the rules for the martial arts contest? If someone from another sect wins the final victory, they must leave their sect and serve the City Lord’s Mansion of Tianxing City from then on. It couldn’t be clearer what they mean—they want to recruit a son-in-law."

"Alright, alright." Ye Chenfeng waved his hand impatiently and said, "You stay in Tianxing City for a day or two more. I must win this current martial arts contest first. I’ll explain things to them slowly later on, and I’ll provide them with appropriate compensation."

The Hundred-Year Ten-Leaf Grass was critical to the life of Ye Chenfeng’s woman, Han Chuxue. Even if it was absurd, so what? Besides, he had no certainty of obtaining the Hundred-Year Ten-Leaf Grass in two years. Now that the opportunity had arisen before his eyes, could he really just watch it slip away?

The answer was always no, absolutely not.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng’s unwavering determination, Xia Zining was fuming with anger. She stretched out her hand and said, "You big pervert, give me the gold bars."

Ye Chenfeng handed over the gold bars he had on him to Xia Zining and said, "You stay and wait for me at the same inn. It’ll take at most two days. Perhaps it will all be settled today."

After receiving the gold bars, Xia Zining gave Ye Chenfeng a knock on the back of his head and left the square without saying a word. Fortunately, Ye Chenfeng had greatly taken advantage of this woman the night before, otherwise, facing Xia Zining’s attitude, he would certainly feel aggrieved inside.

After Xia Zining disappeared from the square, Ye Chenfeng squeezed into the crowd below the arena. He found that most of the people in the crowd were of Heaven Rank and Earth Rank strength, and even those of lower strength, Profound Rank and Yellow Rank, were present.

Behind the stage, there was a stand with a redwood chair on it. A man in his forties sat on the chair. Through the conversations around him, Ye Chenfeng gathered that this middle-aged man was Zhao Wukong, the City Lord of Tianxing City.

Ye Chenfeng sensed Zhao Wukong’s strength—it should be at the Initial Stage of the Innate Realm. It seemed the martial arts contest hadn’t officially started yet, as everyone was waiting.

Ye Chenfeng was extremely anxious inside; he wanted to get the Hundred-Year Ten-Leaf Grass sooner to feel at ease. He noticed that beside Zhao Wukong, a painting was hanging. The woman, no, the girl in the painting, was more apt to say.

The girl in the painting had rosy lips and white teeth, with features that were very delicate and charming. A tiny beauty mark at the corner of her mouth lent her an extra hint of allure.

This girl in the painting must be Zhao Wukong’s daughter, the leading lady of this martial arts contest.

As the sun climbed higher, the vast square grew increasingly crowded. However, Ye Chenfeng found it hard to spot any experts at the Innate Realm, not to mention the Peak of the High Grade Heaven Rank; the majority were of the Earth Rank.

This made Ye Chenfeng rather curious, but he didn’t dwell on it. If there were really an expert at the Peak of the Innate Realm or even at the Sky-Breaking Realm, then Ye Chenfeng’s plans for today would be in jeopardy. Right now, he felt no pressure.

"The martial arts contest officially starts today. First, let’s invite our family’s master to emphasize the rules of the contest." A man in his sixties or seventies stood on the stand and said loudly. The master he was referring to must have been Zhao Wukong, the City Lord of Tianxing City.

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