Bu Fang's calm demeanor startled the crowd. Guard Chen narrowed his eyes and the muscles on his face slightly trembled.
This brat's calm demeanor completely ignited the anger in his heart. "What is this? Are you looking down on the guards of the Spring Fragrance Brothel? Any troublemaker that came to the Spring Fragrance Brothel would tremble in fear upon seeing Guard Chen. It was his first time seeing a brat with such a calm demeanor.
Bu Fang finished his cup of tea and lightly exhaled. He calmly looked at Guard Chen, who was glaring at him, and glanced at the mocking crowd around him. Then, he slowly stood up from his seat.
"Who allowed you to stand up? Sit down! " When Guard Chen saw that Bu Fang actually stood up, his expression turned cold. He spun the fire stick around and pressed it against Bu Fang's shoulder, trying to pin Bu Fang down.
Bu Fang lightly reached out his hand and grabbed the fire stick that Guard Chen was pressing towards him with an indifferent expression on his face.
Bu Fang's cultivation level had reached the level of a sixth grade Battle-Emperor. Even though he was not good at fighting, or perhaps his battle prowess was average, that was only in comparison to other sixth grade Battle-Emperors. This Guard Chen before him, even though he looked like a fiend, his true cultivation level was only that of a fourth grade Battle-Spirit.
A mere fourth grade Battle-Spirit … Bu Fang was not afraid of him in the slightest.
Bu Fang stood up straight. The fire stick could not hold him down at all and was directly pulled over by him. Guard Chen staggered and the chair he was standing on was flipped over.
"You brat!" Guard Chen was furious.
He did not expect that the brat in front of him would dare to retaliate when they had so many people on their side! Was he courting death?
Bu Fang fiddled with the fire stick for a while and suddenly felt bored. He casually tossed it away and it landed on the ground with a clang.
"Arrogant. You are the first to dare to be so arrogant in the Spring Fragrance Brothel!" Guard Chen was furious. The true energy in his body suddenly surged, causing the howling wind in the room.
Bu Fang furrowed his brows. Was this guy not done yet?
Boom!!
An aura burst forth from Bodyguard Chen's body, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a complacent smile. Amongst the guards of the Heavenly Fragrant Pavilion, his cultivation was the highest. This was also the reason why he was able to become the head of the guards. And what he was most proud of was his cultivation.
A fourth grade Battle-Spirit was already considered an expert in the Southern City. The Southern City was a large commercial city, so there were very few true experts.
Bu Fang calmly glanced at him. He did not know where this burly man's confidence came from. A fourth grade Battle-Spirit … Bu Fang, who had even met eighth grade War-Gods, did not think that a fourth grade Battle-Spirit was anything special.
"Stop fooling around."
He couldn't be bothered to argue with these people.
Bu Fang calmly said. Then, the energy vortex within his dantian spun, and true energy burst forth from his body. A surge of pressure was directly released.
Before Bodyguard Chen could even release the true energy he had just summoned, he felt the pressure and was immediately startled. In front of him, the fair-skinned pretty boy had suddenly turned into an incomparably tall and majestic mountain, pressing down on him to the point that he could hardly breathe.
What a terrifying aura …
Bang … The true energy on Bodyguard Chen's body was immediately shattered. He staggered a few steps back and immediately fell on his butt. The muscles on his face trembled even more violently, and even his lips were trembling.
The hell, this Xiao Bai's face was actually a sixth grade Battle-Emperor! This aura … He had only felt it on the body of the Southern City's commander!
At this moment, he wished he could slap Aunt Liu awake. What did she mean by causing trouble, what did she mean by a poor chef? The person in front of him was a sixth grade Battle-Emperor!
The other party could crush him with a single finger. Causing trouble? What a joke. Even the people behind the Spring Fragrance Brothel would not dare to offend a sixth grade Battle-Emperor. In the Southern City, a sixth grade Battle-Emperor was a true expert.
Bu Fang's pressure was not the kind of overbearing pressure. It was somewhat indifferent, just like his personality. However, it was still the pressure of a sixth grade Battle-Emperor after all. Everyone present felt a little breathless from the pressure.
Bu Fang's gaze swept across the crowd. Seeing that the crowd had become a little fearful, his eyebrows suddenly twitched, feeling a little bored.
He took out a crystal from the system's storage space and casually tossed it onto the table.
The sound of the shiny crystal colliding with the table was so crisp and pleasing to the ears. However, when it rang in the ears of Aunt Liu and the others, it made their legs feel a little weak …
At this moment, Aunt Liu felt as if she had been f * cked … She had misjudged again. The young man in front of her was not a chef at all, but a powerful Battle-Emperor.
Aunt Liu really wanted to cry. You can't torture people like this.
Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back and indifferently swept his gaze around. Then, his gaze fell on Aunt Liu. The corners of his mouth curled up as he said, "One crystal … Is it enough for the meal?"
Aunt Liu's legs went limp. She wanted to cry but had no tears. She hurriedly nodded and said, "Enough, enough, it's more than enough."
One crystal was enough to buy this room, not to mention this table of dishes. These dishes were all made with ordinary ingredients and were not worth much at all.
"Alright, then I will ask you another question. Answer me truthfully," Bu Fang lightly said.
Aunt Liu's heart tightened as she continuously nodded.
"Tell me about the specialties of the Southern City. Where can I taste the specialties of the Southern City?" Bu Fang seriously said.
Eh … Ah?
Aunt Liu was dumbfounded. The surrounding people were also dumbfounded. He was actually asking about food?
No one expected that Bu Fang would actually ask such a question in the end. It was simply … a little funny.
Aunt Liu secretly heaved a sigh of relief. As long as Bu Fang did not tear down this Spring Fragrance Brothel in a rage, she would be satisfied.
"Young Master, didn't you just taste our Southern City's specialties? It's that Pan-Fried Pork Bun. In the Southern City, Pan-Fried Pork Bun is one of the most authentic delicacies. The Pan-Fried Pork Bun you just ate was made by the chef of Spring Fragrance Brothel. It's normal that the taste is not to your liking because it is not the authentic Pan-Fried Pork Bun, "Aunt Liu said.
Bu Fang was stunned. Pan-Fried Pork Bun? So Pan-Fried Pork Bun was the Southern City's specialties? No wonder the taste was so much better than the other dishes.
"Then where can I go to eat the authentic Pan-Fried Pork Bun?"
"You can't. The only person who can make the authentic Pan-Fried Pork Bun in the Southern City today is Miss Lin from Lin's Bun Shop. Not only did Miss Lin inherit her grandfather's skills, she is also very beautiful. She is known as the 'Bun Beauty' by the people of the Southern City. It's a pity that Miss Lin has married into the wealthy Xiao Family of the Southern City and no longer makes Pan-Fried Pork Bun. So it's very difficult to eat the authentic Pan-Fried Pork Bun nowadays," Aunt Liu sighed.
Thinking back to when Lin's Bun Shop was popular, the long queue could stretch across the street. It was a pity that such a spectacular scene could not be seen anymore.
That delicious Pan-Fried Pork Bun could no longer be eaten.
"Why did she stop making Pan-Fried Pork Bun? How could such a skill be lost? "Bu Fang frowned and asked in confusion.
Aunt Liu cautiously glanced at Bu Fang and said, "Isn't this all because of that Xiao family's second master? He doesn't like Miss Lin showing her face in public all day, so he stopped her from making Pan-Fried Buns. That's why Lin's Buns Store closed down."
The wealthy Xiao Family of the Southern City?
Since it was an authentic delicacy, how could they let it disappear just like that?
Bu Fang was a little displeased. He came to the Southern City in search of authentic delicacies. Was he supposed to return empty-handed?
"Alright, thank you for telling me." Bu Fang took a deep breath and glanced at the nervous crowd around him. He retracted the pressure within his body and without another word, turned around and stepped out of the door. Xiao Bai's mechanical eyes flickered with a red glow as he followed closely behind.
The two of them quickly left the Spring Fragrance Brothel.
Everyone in the room let out a long sigh and slumped onto the ground. The pressure of a sixth grade Battle-Emperor almost suffocated them. Fortunately, this young master did not intend to cause trouble.
Bu Fang did not intend to cause trouble in the first place. He was only here for the delicacies, even though the dishes in the Spring Fragrance Brothel were not up to his expectations.
Once again returning to the bustling streets of the Southern City, Bu Fang stretched his body. Without the smell of rouge and powder around him, Bu Fang felt relaxed.
"Owner Bu?"
Just as Bu Fang was stretching his body, a gentle and pleasant female voice rang out from behind him.
Bu Fang's pupils immediately constricted and his face stiffened. His stretching action was also stuck halfway.
"What the hell? In the Southern City … why would there be someone calling me Owner Bu?! " Bu Fang's heart trembled. He slowly turned his head around and saw a gentle, elegant, and dazzling woman. The woman wore a veil and her eyes were as mesmerizing as the autumn waters.
Xiao Yanyu's limpid eyes contained a trace of disbelief. She looked at the Spring Fragrance Brothel beside her, then at the dumbfounded Bu Fang. It was as if she had discovered a new continent.
"I … I didn't expect you to be like this, Owner Bu!" Xiao Yanyu said in a daze.
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