Song Chen and the stall owner were clearly teaming up to embarrass Han Lei.
Song Chen was not afraid of Han Lei. Han Lei was just a junior member of the Han family, while Song Chen was the head of the Song family!
Besides, in buying and selling, the highest bidder always wins.
Song Chen tilted his head and sneered:
"Can't even come up with 10 gold coins? The Han family is so poor, they shouldn't be showing off."
Hearing this, Han Lei was enraged. He clenched his fist and punched Song Chen directly. The force of his punch was fierce and brought with it a whooshing sound.
But before Han Lei could get close, Song Chen shouted:
"Protect me, and you'll be rewarded!"
After Song Chen shouted, more than a dozen afterimages suddenly appeared around him.
With a loud bang, Han Lei, who was standing just moments before, was sent flying ten meters away, lying on his back.
"Bang!"
Han Lei landed, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Seeing Han Lei's appearance, Song Chen sneered and took out a handful of gold, scattering it around.
"You dare to mess with me on Qizhen Street? Where's your brain?"
He, Song Chen, is the tyrant of Qizhen Street.
The gold scattered around disappeared before it even hit the ground.
They were all snatched up.
As for the person who just hit Han Lei?
The crowd said: There are too many people, we can't see clearly.
People who frequent Qizhen Street are all powerful individuals who are not afraid of being investigated and can always escape at any time.
The stall owner picked up a small handkerchief, waved it, and said:
"Mr. Song, please take care."
Song Chen reached into his purse, took out 12 gold coins, and tossed them to the stall owner.
"Most of them are given away as gifts."
After paying, Song Chen glanced at Mu Feng.
He had just seen it; this guy had just made a hand seal, preparing to join Han Lei in attacking him.
Mu Feng is so young, he probably only has the cultivation level of Qi Refining, and he's not considered a big shot in Qizhen Street.
It's a pity I couldn't beat him up; I'll have to wait until next time.
"Song Chen, I really like this stone, can you give it to me?"
Mu Feng's arrogant demeanor vanished, replaced by a pleading look in his eyes.
Song Chen tossed the stone in his hand and put it directly into his storage bag: "No, I still need to give this stone to my fiancée as a foot scrubber."
After saying that, Song Chen turned and left without hesitation.
Mu Feng seemed to be unwilling to accept this, and began to ridicule Song Chen.
"Han Lei has been selected by Langya Academy in Jinyuan City and will be heading there to study from today. Young Master Song, it seems we'll never see each other again. You'll just have to stay in this barren land for the rest of your life!"
Upon hearing Mu Feng's words, Song Chen couldn't help but clench his fists. His inability to cultivate had always been a source of anxiety for him.
From childhood to adulthood, his family took him to various towns and cities to seek medical treatment.
His body had no lesions whatsoever, but he just couldn't cultivate for some reason.
As the saying goes, "Experience makes one a good doctor." When he was a little older, whenever he went to a city, he would find books to read and treat his own illness.
When he was reading extensively, he discovered something.
He found books on talismans, alchemy, beast taming, seal carving, and formations completely easy to read.
The entire text read smoothly, and Song Chen knew he was a genius.
However, all of these abilities require the support of spiritual energy.
Song Chen has knowledge, but no spiritual power, so he has no way to use it.
This caused him even more pain.
In the end, all Song Chen could do was use planting techniques to take care of those difficult-to-grow flowers and plants.
When the painful memory was brought up again, Song Chen lost all interest in shopping and headed straight home.
Back home, Song Chen emptied the things he had bought from his storage bag.
After categorizing the items according to their uses, Song Chen lay on the bed in a daze.
Because he couldn't cultivate, he developed the habit of thinking things through first when faced with a problem.
He did lose control of his emotions after being mocked by Mu Feng today.
He comforted himself, telling himself that he couldn't give up; perhaps if he persisted a little longer, he would be able to cultivate.
Thinking of this, Song Chen stopped daydreaming, got up, ran to the yard, and started practicing the folk martial arts.
He stopped practicing when he was covered in sweat and washed himself in a basin of water.
Looking at his reflection in the water, Song Chen asked himself, would anyone really marry a useless person like him?
The members of the Song family had all reached the end of their lifespan and passed away peacefully.
Now, in this world, only Song Chen remains.
Thinking of this, Song Chen couldn't help but frown, a sense of loneliness welling up inside him.
I'm going to reject my fiancée outright tomorrow and just stay single forever!
As dusk settled, Song Chen glanced at the candlestick, made a hand seal, and the flickering flame was extinguished, leaving only wisps of smoke.
Sigh, Song Chen shook his head inwardly, feeling his spiritual energy depleted again.
He extinguished the candles in the courtyard and went to bed early.
the next day.
early morning.
Song Chen woke up early in the morning, picked up a hoe, pushed open the door, and headed towards the herb garden.
This batch of mature Yuelu grass is ready for harvest.
Song Chen wielded a hoe and carefully scooped up the grass growing close to the ground.
This particular *Yueluca* plant is worth 1 gold; there are currently 286 plants in the medicinal garden.
He plans to collect all of these Yuelu grasses and sell them.
Once he has saved up more money, he will go to a big city for medical treatment.
"Young master, young master, Zhao Ziyi is here! He's already in the front hall." The servant's voice came from behind.
Song Chen turned around blankly: "Who is Zhao Ziyi?"
"She's your fiancée, young master!"
Hearing this, Song Chen looked down at the garden full of unharvested Yue Lu grass and felt a headache coming on.
"Why did you get here so quickly? Help me gather the Yue Lu grass first, I'm going to wash up." Song Chen handed the hoe to the servant and hurriedly ran back.
The time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
After dressing neatly and smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes, Song Chen raised his hands and walked towards the front hall.
He was a little nervous, wondering if the other party's parents would beat him up if he broke off the engagement.
But everyone can understand that it's hard to feel good about a fiancé who suddenly appears out of nowhere.
Passing through the screen, Song Chen looked up and immediately noticed a simply dressed man standing tall in the hall.
The man had a refreshing demeanor and a handsome but ordinary face, which was exactly Song Chen's type.
Tall and well-proportioned, his gray Taoist robe perfectly accentuated his figure, highlighting his broad shoulders and narrow waist, which was quite alluring.
Seeing Zhao Ziyi's current state, Song Chen felt a tightness in his throat and found it difficult to look away.
Just then, the young man seemed to hear the noise and was about to turn around to look when Song Chen immediately straightened his expression and said:
"Young Master Zhao, my name is Song Chen. May I ask where your family is now?"
Zhao Ziyi turned her head and, upon seeing Song Chen for the first time, couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, "Wow!" A man like that could become a top star on Earth just by his looks!
Zhao Ziyi, who has been in this world for twenty-three years, has never seen such a handsome man before.
The thought that this was the man she was going to marry made Zhao Ziyi's eyes light up.
Pretending to be aloof, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes and glance at me sideways, his heart pounding with excitement. "I'm the only one here. My master is still in the academy. I was abandoned right after I was born. This marriage was arranged by my master and your grandfather."
Song Chen had never seen such a look before, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to lose his balance.
He feigned composure and smiled gently: "Yes, I was being presumptuous. I hope Young Master Zhao will forgive me."
"So what do you think of this marriage?" Zhao Ziyi stood up, walked to Song Chen's side, and leaned close to him. "If you are satisfied with this marriage, we should get married as soon as possible."
At this moment, Zhao Ziyi felt that he was chasing after a star, and such opportunities to get close to his idol were rare. Touching him a few more times would be a real treat!
You can touch this idol without spending a penny, what a steal!
Song Chen, from afar, has a handsome face; up close, his appearance is like that of a celestial being descended to earth. Moreover, he is tall, even half a head taller than Zhao Ziyi.
Song Chen looked embarrassed and tried to dodge the attack, not daring to make any big movements for fear of being impolite.
He thought to himself, "How can Zhao Ziyi be so bold? He's already like this right after we met."
Although he still quite liked it...
But this can't be done!
After dodging for a while, Song Chen realized something was wrong. Although he couldn't cultivate, he had studied for many years and knew all the different styles of boxing and martial arts. If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely not be his match.
But Zhao Ziyi's hand was already reaching into his clothes, and he still couldn't dodge.
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