Chapter 26: You'll Regret Crossing Me

"Meixuan, you can't possibly believe in this charlatan, can you? We're both well-educated people. I've already contacted American brain specialists for you, so let's go back."

The man clearly didn't believe in such street-side mystics and hurriedly tried to pull the tall girl away.

He Meixuan had long since developed an aversion to Wu Weiming, the man beside her—he was like a persistent stray dog, and she certainly had no intention of being pleasant to him. She shot him a cold glance and said impatiently, "Wu Weiming, did I ever ask you to tag along? Think about it—how many neurologists have you introduced to me over the past six months? Has any of them managed to cure my mother? Has anyone been able to make her normal again?"

"No matter what, you can't trust some street-side mystic. They're all frauds, just putting on cheap tricks to fool people. Look, this guy doesn't even dare show his face—probably because he's afraid someone will come looking for him later."

"So what if he's a mystic? Maybe he really has some extraordinary abilities and genuine skill. As long as there's even a sliver of hope, I'll take it. I can't be bothered with so-called expert doctors. If you want to leave, then go. No one's stopping you. My business is none of your concern."

He Meixuan, now thoroughly annoyed, shook off his hand and couldn't be bothered with him anymore.

"Meixuan, you can't just grasp at straws in desperation—"

"That's none of your business."

Yet Wu Weiming wouldn't give up, persisting with his attempts to persuade her.

What really irritated him was He Meixuan's cold indifference toward him. He was burning with frustration, which only grew as the conversation went on.

Spotting an opportunity for business, Chen Yufeng was secretly delighted. From their conversation, he'd picked up a key piece of information: the beautiful girl's mother had a brain illness.

He didn't know the specifics yet, but a miracle cure could heal all ailments—surely he could handle this. Seizing the moment, he raised his voice, "The miracle man has descended to cure all diseases! Madness, imbecility, dullness—cured in an instant!"

Hearing Chen Yufeng's hawking, Wu Weiming, already fuming, was now incandescent with rage. At last, he had found a target for his anger.

Still several steps away, he pointed at Chen Yufeng and roared, "You damned charlatan! What nonsense are you shouting? If you don't shut up, I'll have someone clear your stall out right now!"

"I'll shout if I want—what's it to you? If you don't believe, then leave. I'm only waiting for those with fate; surely a destined one will come," Chen Yufeng replied coolly.

"You little fraud, you dare talk back to me? We'll see how I sort you out."

Wu Weiming, unable to hold back his pent-up fury any longer, stormed over to Chen Yufeng, ready to show off his fists.

He was a solid six-foot-one, built like a tank, a figure as imposing as a small mountain. But this did nothing to intimidate his opponent.

Chen Yufeng remained seated, not even bothering to look up at him. Try to touch me, go on—I'll show you what happens when the spirit of the Conqueror of Western Chu possesses me.

"Kid, I'm going to teach you a lesson today."

Wu Weiming was about to strike and demonstrate his skills, but just then, the goddess's angry voice rang out: "Wu Weiming, are you trying to bully people again? Don't think you can push people around just because you're big. Do you even remember who you are? Get out of the way."

At her words, Wu Weiming's heart skipped a beat, and he slowly calmed down.

Perhaps, considering the bad impression it would leave on the goddess, he finally forced himself to rein in his temper and withdrew his fist.

Still, he was already plotting how to get back at this charlatan.

"You're lucky today, you little fraud. I'll let you off this time. Better hope we don't meet again," he said, looking down at Chen Yufeng with arrogance, as if he were mercifully sparing a pitiful dog.

Chen Yufeng showed no anger, only reminded him calmly, "I don't want to make an issue of this, but before I lose my patience, you'd best stay out of my sight. Otherwise, things might become a bit... unpleasant."

"Oh, you think you're important now? Take a look at yourself. If Meixuan weren't here, I'd beat your teeth in."

Wu Weiming's barely contained anger flared again.

But Chen Yufeng remained utterly unafraid.

He simply pointed at Wu Weiming's lower half and said, "I don't want to argue with a brute who can't even remember to zip up his fly. What are you trying to do? You can't even pull off flirting with any class. Can’t you at least show a little skill? Are you just showing off down there? Are you really that proud and confident?"

He said this loud enough for not only He Meixuan, but also several passersby to hear. They all turned to look, intrigued, and witnessed a rather indecent scene.

There was a burst of laughter from those nearby.

Wu Weiming immediately looked down and, damn it—his fly really was open, and the goddess had seen everything.

No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He quickly tried to explain, "No, no, it's not what it looks like, Meixuan. You know I'm usually careful. I don't know how I got so unlucky today—this is all just a misunderstanding, really!"

"Get lost. Stay away from me. Disgusting. Aren't you ashamed?" Even He Meixuan blushed for him.

Originally, Wu Weiming was delighted to have finally managed to get the goddess out with him today, but now he had made a fool of himself in front of everyone and was furious.

He blamed all of this on the damned charlatan.

Now, he utterly despised Chen Yufeng.

He would never have guessed that this was, in fact, the result of the bad luck skill that Chen Yufeng had exchanged for in the Divine Disc Mall.

Chen Yufeng had always been good-natured. Even now, with the power of the Divine Disc, he didn't enjoy bullying the weak.

But if anyone tried to take advantage of him, he would strike back without mercy.

After making such a spectacle of himself, Wu Weiming couldn't bear to stay by He Meixuan's side any longer. He shot Chen Yufeng a venomous glare and slunk away.

Watching him go, He Meixuan sighed twice, clear annoyance and distaste in her expression.

It was obvious she had no affection for this man.

She pulled her thoughts back and approached Chen Yufeng, half-believing, half-doubting, and asked softly, "Master, can you really cure madness and these other illnesses? Don't deceive me—if you do, the consequences will be severe, you know."

Clearly, she hadn't recognized the master before her as the same extraordinary man in ancient dress she'd encountered just two days ago.

"Madness is a minor matter. Rest assured, young lady, there's absolutely no problem. But could you first tell me the patient's specific condition? That way I can prescribe the right remedy."

Chen Yufeng answered patiently. The long-legged girl had made a good impression on him—not only was she beautiful, she was also a devoted daughter. It seemed she had already sought out many doctors to no avail and was feeling discouraged.

Yet she wasn't willing to give up, so she seized every opportunity.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be willing to put her faith in a street-side mystic.

Most importantly, he finally had a customer. He had to seize the chance to earn some reward points—and, incidentally, make a little money.