I became a martial arts saint while playing games.

The young man entered and immediately declared that he had the entire place to himself. The shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward, bowing and smiling obsequiously.

"Please forgive me, young master. The officials of the Demon Suppression Division are resting and dining at the table over there. I would never dare to order them away at will. I hope you will be lenient and understanding."

Upon hearing this, the young man in brocade robes turned his head and looked at Gu Yan and his group.

His gaze swept over Fu Qinghe, and he only frowned slightly. But when he saw Shen Qinghan again, his eyes brightened, and he stepped forward with a smile.

"Inspector Shen, it's been many days since I last saw you. You've become even more radiant and otherworldly. I've missed you dearly."

Shen Qinghan asked curiously, "Why are you worried about me? What kind of relationship do we have?"

That young master came from an extraordinary family and was never short of beautiful women by his side. However, although he had seen many women, he had never seen anyone as beautiful and otherworldly as Shen Qinghan. Therefore, even though they had only met once before, he had already taken her to heart.

His words were meant to provoke her, and although Shen Qinghan's words seemed to be a retort, her demeanor and tone were completely unpretentious, as if she were truly innocent, naive, and clueless about romance, which made the scene somewhat laughable.

Taking the opportunity, Fu Qinghe mocked from the side, "Young Master Zhao Linyuan, you should respect your status. Everyone has their place, and there is a distinction between the noble and the lowly. You cannot force things. Please, Young Master Zhao, do not indulge in wishful thinking and become a toad yearning for a swan, only to become a laughing stock."

His entourage immediately burst into laughter.

Zhao Linyuan, mocked, turned cold and said indifferently, "Who do we have here? Isn't this the Fu family's lackey? Looking at your travel-worn appearance, where have you been running around to and from?"

Although Fu Qinghe is a captain in the Demon Suppression Division, he originally came from a prestigious family. While not as powerful as the Zhao family in Xuancang City, their foundation was still quite strong.

The Fu family, a prestigious clan, had sided with the Demon Suppression Bureau, which earned them the contempt of many other prominent families in the city. The Zhao family, in particular, was notorious for their constant mockery and ridicule of Fu Qinghe, sometimes even resorting to physical violence.

Fu Qinghe laughed and said, "It's tough, but it's more reassuring. Unlike some people who are born into noble families, live in luxury, have access to resources, and possess cultivation, yet they only know how to indulge in pleasure all day long, turning a blind eye to the rampant demonic calamities outside the city and the suffering of the common people."

Before Zhao Linyuan could reply, a burly subordinate beside him said sternly, "My young master is of noble birth. How could he abandon his family's dignity and fawn over the government like you?"

Fu Qinghe's accompanying servant also laughed and said, "That's not quite right. You can't say it like that. Young Master Zhao, let me tell you a story, and you'll see the point."

But my story is rather unusual. Clever people have heard it, but fools haven't. I wonder if you, sir, have heard it?

Zhao Linyuan asked curiously, "No, what story is it?"

But after he finished speaking, he didn't tell his story. Instead, he and his companion burst into laughter.

Zhao Linyuan only then realized what was happening, his expression instantly turned cold, but he remained silent.

He remained silent, but the burly man beside him cried out anxiously, "Young master! He's indirectly calling you a fool!"

Zhao Linyuan flew into a rage, kicked him so hard he tumbled over, and shouted, "Nonsense! Do I need you to tell me?"

Upon seeing this, Fu Qing and the others couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Zhao Linyuan, already humiliated, couldn't bear the loss. He couldn't help but glance at Shen Qinghan again, only to see a faint smile on her lips, like the moon reflected in a clear pool, making her even more captivating. This only made him feel more humiliated. Enraged, he punched Fu Qinghe's attendant beside him, shouting, "How dare you spread rumors in front of me!"

Fu Qinghe had many conflicts with him and was already on guard against him making trouble. He immediately slammed his fist on the table and met him with a palm strike.

Their skills were similar. When their fists and palms collided, their internal energy surged, causing them to each take a step back.

The store immediately erupted into chaos. Both sides stood up, shouting and fighting, the brawl spreading from inside the store to outside, creating utter pandemonium.

Of course, they fought hand-to-hand; no one used weapons.

Since the Fu family joined the Demon Suppression Division, they have been at odds with the Zhao family, a fact known to everyone in Xuancang City. Occasional physical altercations between the younger generations of both families are nothing serious. However, people generally know their limits and don't actually resort to knives or guns to kill anyone.

Zhao Linyuan was well aware of the situation. His sudden attack was partly due to the loss of face he had just suffered, but there was another, more subtle reason behind it.

He had no intention of actually hurting anyone. But as the saying goes, fists and feet have no eyes, and when the two sides started fighting, the scene became chaotic, giving him an opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

From the moment he threw the punch, his eyes never left Shen Qinghan. When he saw an opportunity, his eyes lit up, and he immediately lunged forward, striking out with his palm to Shen Qinghan's chest.

Although his palm strike was skillful, it lacked any real force, and its trajectory was almost silent. It seemed that this strike was more about stealth and surprise attack than actual injury. Furthermore, he deliberately used the body of the servant beside him as cover, making it extremely difficult to detect.

Invisible Salted Pig Trotters!

Zhao Linyuan's lust was aroused. Such a beautiful figure, if he could just grab it, then today's trip would be worthwhile, and the few words of teasing he had just endured would be nothing.

At this moment, Shen Qinghan was fighting with a master from the Zhao family and did not notice this palm strike that was both silent and harmless.

But just as Zhao Linyuan's anger flared and his palm was about to strike, he suddenly felt a strange gust of wind coming from the side.

His outstretched palm was deflected by the force of the wind, and in his haste, he grabbed his own burly servant standing beside him...

...the crotch area.

The burly man, struck by a fatal blow to the chicken, immediately froze, strangely standing still in place.

When Zhao Linyuan grabbed it, he felt something was wrong, but he didn't understand what was happening, and he was stunned.

Although he was stunned, his face remained frozen on that lecherous expression. The burly man turned around strangely and immediately saw that it was his young master who had grabbed his vital point. When he met the young master's lustful gaze, he couldn't help but shudder and break out in a cold sweat.

He stammered, "Young...Young Master, I...I...I like women..."

Zhao Linyuan finally came to his senses, flew into a rage, and kicked him again, sending him tumbling over. He then shook his hand violently, as if he had just grabbed something extremely filthy.

He realized at this moment that someone had deflected his attack with a palm strike. Although the opponent's technique was ingenious, his palm strike was intended to be ruthless and lacked any real force, so it was not necessarily true that the attacker possessed any formidable skill.

Zhao Linyuan glared around and saw that Shen Qinghan was accompanied by only one person from the Demon Suppression Division, a handsome young man. However, although this person was traveling with the Demon Suppression Division's officers, he was dressed in plain clothes, suggesting that he was probably a low-level servant in the Demon Suppression Division, not even a formal employee.

This person was naturally Gu Yan.

He hadn't officially started his job yet, and hadn't even seen the Xuanzhou headquarters of the Demon Suppression Division, so of course he didn't have official robes and was only wearing plain clothes.

Zhao Linyuan angrily retorted, "How dare a lowly servant mock me?!"

Gu Yan wasn't annoyed, but simply smiled and said, "Who are you calling a bastard?"

Zhao Linyuan was already furious, and blurted out, "You son of a bitch, you're cursing me!"

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he was stunned for a moment and realized something was wrong again. He became even angrier and started yelling, throwing a punch at Gu Yan's face.