Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 109: Won’t You Explain?

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Won’t You Explain?

At this moment, seeing Chu Feng in person, he felt an intense mixture of jealousy and unwillingness.

It ultimately turned into a trace of resentful energy.

Between people, the worst is comparison.

Compare goods and they get discarded; compare people and it leads to ruin. Huang Qingshan insisted on comparing himself with Chu Feng, and it only ended up suffocating him with rage.

It was only now that he understood, the words Chu Feng had spoken earlier weren’t arrogant at all.

On the contrary, it was Huang Qingshan himself who was being narrow-minded and presumptuous.

"This kid is so young—could he really be that capable? I refuse to believe it!"

"I’ve already embarrassed myself enough today. Leaving immediately is the wisest choice. Hmph, one day I’ll find an opportunity to outshine this brat and let everyone see clearly that I am the most formidable one."

"This so-called prodigy, recruited at great expense by Manager Qiu, is just a rookie!"

Thinking this, Huang Qingshan completely gave up on the thought of standing up for Zhao Gou. In his eyes, Zhao Gou didn’t even qualify as a registered disciple—merely one of many admirers hoping to learn alchemy from him.

To stick his neck out for Zhao Gou and lose face doing so? He wasn’t that selfless.

Just like in chess: at the critical moment, pawns can be sacrificed.

"This matter no longer concerns me!" With this declaration, Huang Qingshan left with a cold expression, accompanied by a few attendants.

Like a helpless child, Zhao Gou wailed, "Boohoo... Grand Master Huang, you can’t just abandon your student like this..." Huang Qingshan didn’t even turn his head, acting as though he hadn’t heard Zhao Gou’s cries.

He fully discarded Zhao Gou, casting off that barking lapdog for good.

"Sigh. What should I say about you, Zhao Dog! Best not to play the dog for anyone anymore, lest you get beaten and no one comes to your aid. You’ll still have to lick your wounds and bear all the losses yourself."

Chu Feng originally hadn’t planned to deal with Zhao Gou so quickly.

Who could’ve expected Zhao Gou to seek ruin himself? He couldn’t be blamed for this.

Abandoned by Huang Qingshan, Zhao Gou was already consumed with anger and sorrow. Add to that the verbal humiliation delivered by Chu Feng, and he passed out on the spot from sheer indignation.

Ultimately, it was Teacher Xie Bing, with her kind heart, who found someone to carry Zhao Gou back to the Divine Dao Academy for treatment.

"Um... Teacher Xie, I’m sorry for wasting your earnest effort. Since there’s nothing much left to do here, I’ll take my leave." Chu Feng was still preoccupied with the plot from Prince Liu Mansion to ambush him.

It was a serious matter and absolutely couldn’t be treated lightly.

He needed to immediately discuss countermeasures with Bloody Beard and Han Qianren.

Xie Bing stared at Chu Feng with a peculiar gaze, scrutinizing him up and down, as if trying to see through him entirely.

Feeling slightly unnerved by her gorgeous phoenix eyes, Chu Feng couldn’t help but sheepishly say, "Teacher Xie, while I admit I’m exceptionally handsome, dashing, and irresistible, you don’t need to stare at me like this, do you?"

"This is such a public setting; what if someone gossiped about us? It wouldn’t do your reputation any good."

Images of her helping him absorb the Body Refining Elixir in the secret chamber flashed through Chu Feng’s mind.

*Thud!*

Teacher Xie Bing knocked him on the head, her pretty face slightly flushed, her glare sharp. "Quit being glib! Aren’t you going to explain yourself? The Golden Talisman Sect Store guards helping you deal with Manager Sun and the Second Prince is one thing. But how do you explain Captain Ma and Chief Steward Ma even helping you against Grand Master Huang Qingshan?"

"This can’t just be chalked up to respect for your father, can it?"

Chu Feng instinctively darted a glance at her. Who says women are brainless just because they’re well-endowed? Get close enough, and I’ll prove you wrong.

Xie Bing had already sensed the peculiarity in it all.

Indeed, even if Prince Jian were still alive, he likely wouldn’t command such influence. Huang Qingshan, a Grand Alchemist of the Golden Talisman Sect Store, had guards and stewards disregarding their own interests, bending over backward to curry favor with a youthful Chu Feng.

And the Sword King Mansion Chu Feng belonged to had already fallen into utter ruin.

His princehood was long reduced to a joke—a mere hollow title, devoid of any prestige.

No matter how she mulled it over, Xie Bing couldn’t understand why Captain Ma, Chief Steward Ma, and even the unseen Manager Qiu were all so intent on accommodating Chu Feng, a young man barely out of adolescence.

"Ahem... Teacher Xie, I won’t lie to you. I don’t have much going for me, except I’m particularly likable! Not only are lovestruck young girls fond of me, but also charming young teachers like yourself and even elderly seniors... Essentially, all kinds of virtuous individuals adore me. When they see me being bullied, they instinctively want to help me..."

Chu Feng’s nonsense spilled from his mouth, leaving Xie Bing’s smooth, porcelain-like forehead marked with exasperated black lines.

"Scram!"

Unable to bear listening to Chu Feng any longer, she snapped at him to get lost.

...

Chu Feng had initially wanted to buy some materials from the Golden Talisman Sect Store to refine a batch of Golden Talisman Elixirs for self-defense. But with Teacher Xie Bing present, he had to abandon the plan for now.

If Xie Bing found out he could refine Golden Talisman Elixirs, she likely wouldn’t let him off the hook.

She’d certainly hound him relentlessly, interrogating him to the point of uncovering his entire family lineage.

After all, a woman’s curiosity could often surpass that of a man.

Leaving the Golden Talisman Sect Store, Chu Feng headed straight for the most chaotic area in the Western District. That was where the Blood Sword Gang’s headquarters was located—a den of rogues, bandits, and their ilk.

As he entered a narrow alleyway, Chu Feng suddenly heard a young girl’s angry scolding and shrieks coming from ahead.

He frowned slightly. It couldn’t be denied; his heart always brimmed with righteousness and kindness.

Even if his act of saving Chang’e once led to betrayal and unending pain, he still couldn’t ignore injustice when he came across it.

In the alley ahead, a delicate young lady was surrounded by three street thugs.

Their hands tugged at her clothes, clearly trying to take advantage of her.

"Huh? Isn’t that Lin Yuxin?" Chu Feng didn’t expect to encounter Lin Yuxin here. It was true—beauty was often the root of misfortune. When women were too beautiful, it became the source of trouble.

If he remembered correctly, this was the third time recently that he’d rescued her.

Men scheming against her had come in wave after wave.

Niu Baotian’s despicable son, Liu Ping, Qiao Sheng—one by one, they all tried pursuing her.

"Let her go!" Chu Feng’s cold shout echoed.

The three thugs turned, their audacity barely shaken upon seeing a stranger. When they realized it was merely a young man, they became even more brazen.

One thug, with a two-inch-long knife scar across his face, radiating evil qi, snarled at Chu Feng, "Kid, don’t seek death. Know your place and scram!"

Chu Feng didn’t retreat. Instead, he advanced toward them.

Lin Yuxin, recognizing Chu Feng’s presence, seized the moment while the thug restraining her was distracted, and delivered a well-aimed kick aimed between his legs.

*Awooo!*

The thug restraining her let out a howl like a wounded wolf, wide-eyed and stunned, as Lin Yuxin broke free and fled to Chu Feng’s side.