The Seventeenth Chapter: Arrogant and Dusty

  That man in white was Yan Luo, but it's unknown why he appeared at this time. Wearing a white outfit, he had a tall and slender figure, with an extraordinary temperament that made him stand out from the crowd. Countless girls were infatuated with him, hoping to be the one in his heart.

  Huò Tuó and Sòng Qíng stood up, Yuè Luō's just revealed move was absolutely a masterstroke.

  "Miss, someone is helping him," Qiu Lingxi said.

  Ning Xue's face fell, "I saw it, ruined a good show for me".

  The man in white clothes glanced at Yi Han and said coldly, "Useless." At this time, however, Yi Han was at a loss. When did I have such a good relationship with him? His body was being held by a man, but he felt extremely uncomfortable, his whole body breaking out in goosebumps. He struggled free from the man's embrace and walked away without even looking back, joining Jie and the others.

  Yu Jie came over and supported Yi Han, happily saying: "Brother Yi, are you okay? The person just now is the helper I was talking about."

  He let out a cold hum and stopped talking.

  Snorted, actually dared to be cooler than me, being cool is one thing, but stealing the spotlight from me?

  Yan Luo's eyes gleamed with a cold light, and he said, "You actually dare to hurt him. The person who can hurt him is only me." However, his tone did not sound like concern for Yi Han, but rather as if only he had the right to hurt Yi Han, which made people feel extremely strange.

  "Wei Feng said proudly: 'Since it's a martial arts competition, fists and feet are blind, and accidental injuries are inevitable.'"

  Yan Luo lightly jumped up and stepped onto the stage.

  Wei Feng was greatly shocked. Yan Luo, though standing quietly there, had a dangerous aura about him, which was unintentionally emanating from his own presence. Otherwise, the oppressive feeling that Wei Feng felt would have been even more suffocating than what he experienced on the painted barge last night. Wei Feng steeled himself for battle, recognizing that this was a formidable opponent. He had already lost all desire to win; he only hoped not to lose too badly. Yan Luo had originally intended to wait for Wei Feng to make the first move, but he no longer wished to wait any further.

  Yan Luo's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Wei Feng, but did not attack. If he had, Wei Feng would have been knocked off the stage by now. Wei Feng was shocked, his self-protective instincts kicking in, and with a wave of his palms, he tried to push Yan Luo back. Yan Luo was waiting for Wei Feng to make the first move; if he did, it would be easy. With a light push, Wei Feng flew out, crashing heavily to the ground. He used a clever technique, so although Wei Feng seemed to have been struck and sent flying, he had not suffered any internal injuries. Yun Gutian walked over to check on Wei Feng's condition.

  At this moment, a gentle breeze blew in, and Yan Luo's white clothes fluttered in the wind, standing proudly and freely, with an air of elegance. The thousands of girls below the stage were cheering wildly, but Yan Luo remained calm and composed, like still water. Yes, this time he took action, probably no one at the Huaxiang Poetry Society would dare to challenge him again. Just as Yan Luo was about to leave the stage, Huo Tao suddenly jumped up onto it. This young master's martial arts skills were extraordinary, and Huo thought he would teach Yan Luo a lesson. He couldn't stand Yan Luo's arrogant attitude, thinking that although this young man had exceptional skills, he also needed to know his place and respect his elders.

  Zhi Yanluo didn't even give him a glance, and Huo Tao suddenly became furious. He had never been so disdained by anyone before, and he loudly shouted: "You arrogant child!" A thunderous fist was immediately thrown at Zhi Yanluo's back.

  The scene was in an uproar, and with this punch to the back, he still had his life, but Yan Luo slowly turned around, his fist arriving. He had just turned around, but how could he deal with this extremely fierce and powerful punch? Yan Luo lightly raised his hand and steadily blocked Hou Tao's punch, unable to move forward even half a step. A palm from the other side pushed towards Hou Tao, who had just fiercely punched out in resistance. However, this seemingly weak and powerless palm actually hid an astonishing amount of energy. Hou Tao only felt a strong force surging towards his right arm, stumbling backward several steps, his right arm numb with pain, hanging limply down without any strength. Without any fancy movements, the slow and clumsy technique had forced Hou Tao into such a difficult situation. At this moment, Hou Tao's mention of a third stage was nothing but a joke. This mysterious man had defeated him in just two moves - what was there to say about not being defeated under his hands after fifty moves? Yan Luo didn't even glance at Hou Tao again; actually, from the beginning, he hadn't looked at Hou Tao once. He slowly walked down from the stage.

  On the attic, Autumn Ling exclaimed in surprise: "She's even more formidable than Knife Girl Sister!"

  Ning Xue said calmly: "The world has never lacked martial arts prodigies, no need to be surprised."

  Everything has come to an end, the crowd is crazily rushing towards the elegant poetry gathering, it's more accurate to say that they are rushing towards Yan Luo. His sudden appearance was really too handsome, in comparison, he even overshadowed Yi Han's popularity. A young girl rushed forward, her face blushing, her lips lightly biting her teeth, weakly asking the cold Yan Luo: "Can you tell me your name?" Yan Luo coldly didn't respond, Yi Han recognized this young girl as the same one they saw entering the scene earlier, wasn't she supposed to have a crush on Ming Xiu?

  Yi Han was extremely displeased and had no gratitude towards this man in white clothes. He was jealous, Yi Han was jealous.

  Yi Han smiled lightly and said, "Miss, my name is Yi Han, let's chat." But Yan Luo completely ignored her. The girl looked a bit hurt and angrily said to Yi Han, "I wasn't talking to you, don't get too worked up over nothing."

  Yi Han burst out laughing, but in his heart was a pang of sadness. Someone's trying to steal my beauty? Hmph, I've got you remembered!

  Then there were countless girls, frantically giving their personal belongings to Yan Luo and themselves. Small purses, sachets, earrings, hairpins, jade pendants, and rings... Some didn't have anything on them, so they simply tore off a piece of their own clothing. And some even threw their own breastbands over! Yan Luo coldly refused to acknowledge them, but Yi Han happily accepted everything, taking all the gifts without distinction as to who gave what.

  Everything has come to an end, and the elegant poetry meeting ended with a grand finale.

  Yu Jie and others celebrated their victory by renting a private room at the Yanzi Building on Binjiang Chang Street, the most prosperous street in Jinling City. As soon as Yi Han and others entered the Yanzi Building, the entire building was suddenly packed to capacity, with everyone discussing today's elegant poetry and flower-themed martial arts competition.

  Yu Jie ordered a full table of dishes, including soup dumplings, boiled dry silk noodles, duck blood vermicelli, braised pork belly, roasted chicken, all of which are characteristic snacks of Jinling, as well as some staple foods.

  Because the elegant room is not large, it cannot accommodate all the people of Fengya Songhui, so the elegant room has only five people: Yi Han, Yu Jie, Ming Xiu, Lin Mu Sen and Ma Hua Teng. The others are divided into other elegant rooms.

  Yu Jie looked around at the crowd and only then discovered that Yan Luo was not present. Yu Jie exclaimed in surprise: "Huh, where did Brother Yan go? I didn't know, today he's the number one meritorious minister!"

  "Mind your own business."

  Yu Jie Dao said: "Yi brother, you can't say that. If it weren't for him today, we would have lost face. But he's so young, why is his martial arts so high?"

  "Ah, it's really too much! Even Huo Tao, the head of Zhengyi Pawnshop, couldn't last two moves against him. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes today, I wouldn't have believed it even if you killed me. And look at Yun Gutian, his face is so smug and scared, it's really satisfying!" Ma Huateng was beaten by Yun Gutian until he looked like a pig head, and he hated him to death, but unfortunately, he didn't have the skills to take revenge. Yan Luo had just avenged him in a nasty way. As Ma Huateng spoke, he burst out laughing, but because he laughed too hard, his face hurt from the wound, "Ow!" He cried out in pain. The people on the scene burst into laughter.

  "Lin Mu Sen said: 'It's just that looking at his personality, he seems to dislike interacting with people'."

  Ming Xiudao said, "Someone like Yan Luo who is so extraordinary, yet has a humble and gentle temperament, it's strange. His cold and arrogant demeanor is also in line with the style of a master. Let's not force it, being able to meet someone like him is already a blessing." Yu Jie's thoughts were understood by many people present, if they could win over Yan Luo, the reputation of the Wind and Elegant Poetry Society would be unimaginably loud, after all, he was a young noble who defeated Huo Tao in just two moves.

  Yu Jiedao said, "Alright, let's not talk about Brother Yan anymore. Everyone, let's drink and eat while we celebrate." The crowd drank freely and heartily, and Yi Han was no exception, not refusing any toasts that came his way.

  Yu Jie said: "Yi brother, have you ever thought of living in Jinling all the time?"

  Yi Han said: "I haven't made up my mind about this, Jinling is so prosperous, I will stay here for a while, as for when I will leave, it's hard to say".

  Yu Jie said: "Brother Yi, if you want to stay in Jinling for a while, I have an idea. You can't keep staying in the guest house, it's not convenient. Why don't we brothers buy a house for you in Jinling? First, we can easily find you, second, you'll have your own place to settle down. This guest house is full of all sorts of people, it's not convenient to do anything." Yi Han thought this was a good idea.

  Yi Han said: "That would cost a lot of money", he had some silver notes with him, but to buy a house in Jinling, it was still far from enough.

  Yu Jiedao said: "Being able to recognize a kindred spirit like Brother Yi, what's the significance of money? Don't worry, Brother Yi, we brothers can still afford this amount." He then turned to Ma Huateng and said: "Huateng, you have the money, so you'll be the one to foot this bill."

  Ma Hua Teng said with a smile: "This is no problem, it's easy for me to go alone." Ming Xiu said: "How can this be? This is our intention towards Brother Yi, how can we let you monopolize it?"

  Yi Han said: "I regard you all as close friends, so I won't be polite with you anymore. In the future, if there's anything useful that I, Yi Han, can do for you, just speak up." Yu Jie laughed and said: "Brother Yi is too polite, you don't know, the money spent on painting and dressing up women is enough to buy ten or more houses."

  The dinner lasted till late at night, and everyone went home afterwards.