Azure Heaven Saber

Chapter 64 - 64 52 Young Master Please Wait

?Chapter 64: Chapter 52: Young Master, Please Wait Chapter 64: Chapter 52: Young Master, Please Wait Feng Yin was displeased.

He was tempted to crash in and give him a good beating.

Feng Ying seemed to sense Feng Yin’s frustration, quickly crawling out of his pocket and up to Feng Yin’s collar.

Its tiny, sharp nails climbed on Feng Yin’s soft clothes as he moved, without damaging the fabric at all.

It crawled up to his collar, then nestled its soft body under Feng Yin’s chin, contracting into his collar…

Its small head gently rubbed against Feng Yin’s face, as if trying to comfort him: don’t be angry, don’t be angry.

I’m with you, don’t be mad anymore, okay…

Feng Yin felt his heart nearly melt.

“I’m not mad, could I ever get upset with such a lowlife? Besides, I have morals, martial ethics, artistic ethics… but I digress.”

Feng Yin’s face warmed up, completely forgetting about the impulse he had to slug that man a moment ago.

While walking westward with the soft little creature under his chin, he felt an odd tension in Yuezhou city.

The number of patrolling soldiers on the streets had clearly increased.

Various colors of Heavenly Clothes were also bustling about, with most of them seeming to be in a hurry.

They moved in and out of shops and other establishments, each carrying an aura of indifference towards strangers.

There were also times when he saw city officials in green robes confronting security officers.

These anomalies had caused people to be remarkably scarce on the streets. Many sped up alongside the walls after seeing the situation, only to be stopped and questioned: why are you running?

Feng Yin was somewhat puzzled: had something big happened?

But he wasn’t too concerned.

After all, his current identity was highly concealed.

His appearance and physique had changed, and during his time in the small towns, no one knew there was a cat by his side. Now that he has a well-acquainted cat…

This disguise was seamless.

As he walked down the streets, he garnered numerous stares from passersby. Young ladies and maidens stared at the little creature under Feng Yin’s chin, their eyes practically glowing.

I wish I had one like that myself.

When he reached the end of the road, a large yard came into view. The noise of the bustling crowd from The Other Side was now clearly audible.

Feng Yin, ever cautious, gave Feng Ying’s little bottom a pat. Feng Ying obediently crawled out from his collar and with a swift motion slipped back into Feng Yin’s pocket, tucked away securely.

Finally, he stretched out a paw to carefully fold the pocket lining over himself.

Completely hidden now.

“Good boy.”

Feng Yin, finally at ease, strode into the market.

He didn’t worry about other places, but the clients who came here mostly had a freakish love for pets, or rather, should I say, for Demon Beasts.

There’s no denying that some of them were experts. What if his little Feng Ying caught the eye of one of those he couldn’t provoke? Wouldn’t he be asking for trouble?

Indeed, as the man mentioned earlier, this marketplace practically had every type of pet you could imagine.

From common dogs and cats to various types of demon beast cubs, it was incredibly diverse.

However, from what Feng Yin could discern, although there were a wide variety of demon beast cubs here, very few of them reached the Sixth Rank.

The few Sixth Rank beasts that were available were surrounded by a crowd of people, desperately bidding, each price higher than the last.

Feng Yin didn’t try to fight through the crowd but instead headed to larger shops.

Although these shops didn’t sell Sixth Rank cub beasts, each one of them had several Fifth Rank ones, which were also hotly contested over.

In contrast, a few obviously less-than-a-month-old Third and Fourth Rank cubs were being ignored;
But Feng Yin knew it was because the owners of the Fifth Rank cubs and the few Sixth Rank ones hadn’t settled their purchases yet. Once those high-rank cubs are sold, these Third and Fourth Rank cubs will start being contested over.

Feng Yin, without hesitation, picked out a baby Cloud Piercing Eagle that hadn’t grown any feathers yet and a tiny Sky Splitting Falcon.

Both of them were so small they hadn’t even grown feathers yet, were barely bigger than sparrows.

“Is the boss here? I’m taking these two.”

The boss was at that moment in a hot bargaining session with a few customers. Upon hearing Feng Yin, he turned his head and casually said, “Those two, two thousand taels!”

“What?!”

Feng Yin almost dropped the two birds.

“Two thousand taels… why don’t you just rob me!”

“One thousand and six hundred.”

The female shopkeeper came over, her eyes lit up at the sight of Feng Yin’s tall stature and handsome face. She gigglingly said, “If the young master is serious, they can be yours for one thousand and six hundred.”

Feng Yin, knowing the sort of woman she was from her flirty eyes, felt a bit helpless and said, “I don’t have enough money.”

This was a genuine helplessness.

Who would have thought buying a pet could end up dealing with a woman on the prowl?

But to the female shopkeeper, Feng Yin’s hopelessness seemed tantalizing. Her eyes straightened, her heartbeat faltered for a moment and, moving closer, she tried to take Feng Yin’s hand, and asked with a smile, “How much can the young master afford?”

Feng Yin withdrew his hand and was already thinking about leaving. He sighed, “I only have a thousand taels, and I still need to save some for living expenses…”
Well, I can’t afford it, can I just go?

The look on the shopkeeper’s face was sly: “A thousand taels, eh…”

“Yes. So the most I can offer is six hundred taels. I really can’t afford it.”

Feng Yin sighed and gave a bitter smile.

He was about to turn around and leave.

But in the lady boss’s eyes, this was not a bitter smile, but a handsome one without equal. There was shyness and bashfulness threaded through it, manliness and ruggedness silhouetted in it, heroics and charm radiated by it, with a touch of simplicity and innocence of someone yet inexperienced in the world.

“Okay, okay, okay… five hundred taels then. It could be even less. Or maybe you could not pay at all… please don’t leave!” the lady boss said as she reached out to touch Feng Yin’s hand.

“No, no…”

Feng Yin would never have expected this woman to be so bold!

Your husband is still here, you know.

He felt absolutely exasperated.

Being too handsome was indeed a sin. Now he truly understood the saying ‘beauty is a curse’. If being handsome was a crime, he must have already committed a grave one indeed.

Given the current situation, they could rent a room with just a word.

“Five hundred taels it is… ”
Feng Yin hastily dropped the money, grabbed two small items and their accessories and rushed out. Despite his training, he almost tripped, appearing rather flustered.

He was genuinely scared!

This was the first time he had come across such a situation in his life, past or present.

Feng Yin felt somewhat embarrassed. Even though he was an lsp educated by numerous teachers, he was indeed unable to handle such attention!

The lady boss stared at him from the entrance of her shop as he hastened away, her eyes shimmering like waves, her face flush with excitement, and she implored to his retreating figure, “Young sir, do visit again…”

Busy with his own work, the male boss glanced in her direction and snapped, “Come and help, what are you doing!”

The lady boss came back to her senses and looked at her husband’s oily face and half-bald head, disdain flashing in her eyes.

In the past, she didn’t think much of it. After all, he was good at making money. But now… after seeing that young man, her husband seemed like nothing more than a pile of excrement…

“Why are you yelling! How dare you yell at me! You just shouted at me!…”

The ensuing scene was as chaotic as chickens flying and dogs jumping…

…

Feng Yin quickly exited, wiping away his cold sweat.

Women are terrifying.

Although he saved some money, he was scared and felt that his mental anguish was worth much more than the fifteen hundred taels he’d saved. If he’d known how nauseating this was going to be, he would have preferred to just pay the full price and leave.

While filled with mixed feelings, another sentiment surfaced: he’d never received such treatment in his previous life!

He used the same approach, wore the same style, and exuded the same kind of charm… Hmm, could it be because I didn’t look like this in my previous life?

Although he was a bit shorter, poorer, and uglier in his previous life, he didn’t seem to be too bad.

As he was lost in thought, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze on him that felt like it could undress him with a look.

Feng Yin’s heart skipped a beat, and he pretended not to notice, continuing to walk away.

“Young sir, please hold on.”

A smiling voice called out.

Feng Yin, who already had a shadow in his heart, acted as if it wasn’t him she was calling, and continued walking.

A figure, quick as a ghost, instantly positioned herself behind him and rested a hand on his shoulder: “Young sir, please allow me a moment of your time.”

Feng Yin had no choice but to turn around and take a look. It was a beautiful woman, dressed in a long green skirt, with a sensual and seductive air about her, yet it did not make her seem frivolous.

She was smiling as she looked at him, curiosity apparent in her eyes.

“Madam, who are you??” Feng Yin asked surprisingly and pointed at himself, “Are you calling me?”

“Yes.”

“You know me?”

“No.”

“Then you…”

“It’s just that you look like an old acquaintance,” the beautiful woman smiled.

An old acquaintance?

Feng Yin scoffed internally.

Based on his tone, it seemed like she was just making up an excuse. Obviously, this woman had another motive. But what could it be? Could it possibly be another case of lust at first sight?

Feng Yin’s thoughts raced, he politely said, “I’m afraid I have urgent matters to attend to, I must take my leave…”

“I’m sure you have time, why not join me for tea in the nearby teahouse?” The woman smiled at him, completely disregarding his words.

But Feng Yin suddenly felt a powerful soul pressure washing over him.

The woman was smiling, but her eyes profound.

Feng Yin was helpless.

This woman doesn’t seem to understand human speech. I clearly said I had urgent matters, and she still assumed ‘I should have time’.

Can I just not go?