Chapter 192

Chapter 192: Chapter 191 The order from the young master of Longteng came through a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. Many might not recognize this man in gold-rimmed glasses, but Ouyang Feiyun was quite familiar with him. This man was the young master’s military strategist, nicknamed Moushu. Perhaps in terms of family background, Moushu was definitely not on par with Ouyang Feiyun or Xuanyuan Teng. However, he was the young master’s trusted aide, and his pivotal position was self-evident; otherwise, he wouldn’t dare speak to Ouyang Feiyun in such a manner. The man in the black tank top, who had been locked in a deathmatch with Hu Long, was also very angry. An experienced and once-famous expert, he now found himself unable to defeat a younger generation. The two had been fighting for nearly half an hour. Although he had injured Hu Long, he could not kill him instantly, which greatly annoyed the man in the black tank top. Just as he saw Hu Long getting weaker and about to expose his weaknesses, which would allow him to kill Hu Long, he had not expected the man in gold-rimmed glasses to bring an order from the young master for Ouyang Feiyun to stop, which was somewhat hard to swallow.

"What did you say?" Ouyang Feiyun’s face suddenly darkened, and he glared at the man in gold-rimmed glasses and demanded.

Ouyang Feiyun had never expected that, although he feared and respected the young master of Longteng to some extent—he was, after all, the leader of Longteng’s three young masters—this did not mean that he was afraid of the young master, nor did it mean that the young master’s subordinates could shout at him and insult him.

Until now, Ouyang Feiyun had not realized that. Although he pretended to be calm and impressive, always showing a superior demeanor that suggested he could easily decide the fate of others, in everyone else’s eyes, it was nothing but a false show of strength, utterly worthless. Setting aside the power of the Ouyang family, Ouyang Feiyun himself was nothing, no different from Xuanyuan Teng, albeit a bit more pretentious.

"I’m saying you’re not worthy to play with Ye Tianchen," the man in gold-rimmed glasses said with a cold laugh while looking at Ouyang Feiyun. "The young master said you’re no match for Ye Tianchen, don’t embarrass yourself."

Upon hearing the man’s words, Ouyang Feiyun immediately flew into a rage. He grabbed the man’s collar and said venomously, "You’re nothing but a dog by the young master’s side, and you dare talk to me like this? Even if the young master himself were here, he wouldn’t dare to speak to me this way. Who the hell do you think you are, wanting to die?"

The man in gold-rimmed glasses glanced at the enraged Ouyang Feiyun, forcefully shrugged off Ouyang Feiyun’s grip on his collar, and with disdain said to Ouyang Feiyun, "I indeed am nothing much. You can choose not to listen to the young master, but there are four words I must pass on to you..."

"Which four words?" Ouyang Feiyun asked through gritted teeth.

"Face the consequences yourself!" The man in gold-rimmed glasses said with a cold laugh.

Ouyang Feiyun was taken aback by these four words. Although he was very angry and dissatisfied, being the second in command of Longteng University, he was undoubtedly smarter and from a more powerful family than Xuanyuan Teng, and was not much inferior to the young master himself. Why should he have to submit to being the second? Why should he obey the young master’s orders? He was really having a hard time swallowing his pride and wished he could turn hostile on the spot and take down Moushu to vent his frustration.

Unwilling as he was, Ouyang Feiyun was indeed a little smarter than Xuanyuan Teng. He knew that the young master sending Moushu to stop him must mean there was a bigger plan at play. If he really disobeyed the order, there would surely be trouble. Although he was not afraid to confront the young master or even to fight to the death, the current situation was such that it was better to let the young master deal with Ye Tianchen while he benefitted from the situation.

"Fine, I’ll give the young master this face, but I want to see him!" Ouyang Feiyun said to the man in gold-rimmed glasses, eventually relenting.

"The young master is very busy. He said he will summon you when he has time. You can both leave now. I’ll handle what comes next!" The man in gold-rimmed glasses still said with a smile.

Ouyang Feiyun glared fiercely at the man in gold-rimmed glasses but found himself in a bind. Given the current situation, his bodyguard in the black tank top might not be able to take down Ye Tianchen. If he ended up in the same situation as Xuanyuan Teng, it would be a major embarrassment. It was better to bide his time and later dispatch top experts from the Ouyang family, who were sure to take down Ye Tianchen.

"Let’s go!" Ouyang Feiyun said to the muscular man in the black tank top.

As Ouyang Feiyun left with the muscular man, Hu Long returned to Ye Tianchen’s side and stood respectfully on the left, without any unnecessary words, demonstrating the proper demeanor of a subordinate. Ye Tianchen glanced at Hu Long, who now resembled a panda with blood at the corners of his mouth, having been beaten severely by the man in the black tank top. Ye Tianchen had seen the whole fight and was considering how to train Hu Long to improve his combat experience.

"You okay?" Ye Tianchen asked with a smile.

"I’m fine!" Hu Long wiped the blood from his mouth and said steadfastly.

"Don’t take it to heart. Just keep practicing, and you’ll soon surpass that man in the black tank top. You’re still young!" Ye Tianchen nodded and told him.

"Big brother, I’ll work hard!"

Ye Tianchen nodded slightly, not saying another word, because the man with the gold-rimmed glasses was walking towards him. He took this person seriously—who could make Ouyang Feiyun, the hedonistic young master, retreat in just two sentences definitely had no low standing. It seemed the fun was just getting started.

It wasn’t just Ye Tianchen; many onlooking students from Longteng University were absolutely dumbstruck. A series of shocking events had nearly driven them to a mental collapse. First, Ye Tianchen had beaten Xuanyuan Teng to a pulp, showing no respect for Ouyang Feiyun, then the martial arts from people’s fantasies had been brought into reality, overturning the perceptions of the modern technological era. Now, a man with gold-rimmed glasses had emerged, and in a few sentences, he’d managed to send the domineering Ouyang Feiyun packing. The situation was becoming more complex and more exciting, and all of this was because of Ye Tianchen.

"Are you Ye Tianchen?" Moushu stepped in front of Ye Tianchen, his lips curling into a cold smirk as he asked.

"Asking the obvious, spit it out if you have something to say, let it rip if you need to fart. I’m busy, can’t you see?" Ye Tianchen looked impatient and arrogant. Knowing that the man with the gold-rimmed glasses was no easy mark, he didn’t want to waste his breath on someone looking for trouble and acting pretentious.

Moushu was taken aback. He hadn’t expected Ye Tianchen to be just as the investigations suggested—an unpredictable fellow, highly individualistic, and elusive.

"I am the military advisor to the young lord of Longteng University, named Moushu. The young lord has a few words he asked me to pass on to you," Moushu said with a smile as he adjusted his glasses.

"The young lord of Longteng? Never heard of him. If he has something to say, tell him to come and say it to me face to face. Stop pretending to be important!" Ye Tianchen shrugged nonchalantly.

Although Ye Tianchen wasn’t speaking loudly, the scene had become so utterly quiet after witnessing many shocking events that everyone heard his words. Many couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and near despair.

The three young lords of Longteng were indeed famous, their influence in the social sphere was undeniable, and at the very least, within the universities, and especially in Capital City, they were figures many ordinary people looked up to. Yet today, within just one day, Ye Tianchen had offended all three of them, not giving an inch of face to any. He had shattered the untouchable facade of the three young lords, leaving everyone tremendously shocked.

If it had been any other time, offending one young lord could mean death without a complete corpse. Ye Tianchen had managed to offend all three at once. The three young masters themselves were formidable enough, but just one of their families could easily crush Ye Tianchen and bring about the demise of the Ye family.

"Heh, gutsy. The young lord said you, Ye Tianchen, are quite a character. If you’re interested in serving under him, he would consider taking you in," Moushu chuckled.

"Is that so? Well, please relay to your so-called young lord that I, Ye Tianchen, am not interested. Since he thinks so highly of me, perhaps he’d like to come and be my shoeshiner, as a token of his grace!" Ye Tianchen said with an indifferent smile.

"You... very good, very bold. The young lord also has two more messages for Brother Ye. First, behave yourself at Longteng University. This is the young lord’s turf, and you could die without anyone knowing. Second, by the time you meet the young lord, you’ll already be a dead man," Moushu said, anger seeping through his words, yet he restrained himself.

"Are you done? Give me your young lord’s name. I, Ye Tianchen, don’t fight nameless rats!" Ye Tianchen waved his hand dismissively.

"The young lord’s name is not something the likes of you can know. Since you wish to challenge him, cherish your last few days of life..."

After saying this, Moushu turned and left. Ye Tianchen didn’t bother with Moushu, seeing no need to; in Ye Tianchen’s eyes, it didn’t matter whether it was the first, second, or third young lord of Longteng—if you come looking for trouble and you’re in the wrong, then don’t blame me for being rude. To all these pretentious second-generation rich kids, Ye Tianchen had only one word for them: Crush!

Ye Tianchen stretched lazily and yawned, having wasted quite some time at the entrance of Longteng University. Checking his phone, it was nearly three in the afternoon, and class time was approaching. He walked over to Ling Yuxun and Xiao Ya; the two beauties looked at Ye Tianchen as if he were an alien because the shock he had brought them was simply too great. Especially Ling Yuxun, who could never have imagined that her childhood playmate, the bed-wetting Ye Tianchen, would become so formidable now.

"Ladies, do you think I’m getting handsomer by the minute? Can’t help but want to give me a kiss?" Ye Tianchen said with a sly grin to Ling Yuxun and Xiao Ya. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)