Demon-Wraith Plagued World: From Commoner to Supreme - Chapter 12 - Today, Young Master Zhao Picks Up the Tab

“Lin-Ge’er!”

“Xiao Feng! Is that really you?”

The Zhu Family, all three of them, were taken aback by Lin Feng’s appearance. His upright posture and handsome features made him seem like a completely different person. Especially Zhu Cui’er, who was particularly surprised.

Previously, Lin Feng always wore tattered clothes, and because of his work, he was as dirty as her father. His skin was somewhat tanned. But after just two days and a change of clothes, he looked so dashing!

She glanced at the Young Master Xu beside her. Not only was he crippled in one leg, but he was also plump and indulged in every vice imaginable. He was like a living caricature of a gluttonous pig!

The stark contrast between the two was like night and day. This left Zhu Cui’er feeling conflicted. Was choosing Young Master Xu a mistake or the right choice?

If only Young Master Xu had Lin-Ge’er’s looks and demeanor, that would be perfect! But when she compared her past life to her current one, she felt her choice was justified.

Now, the Xu family had rented a house for her family in the outer city, which was much safer than the shantytown. She heard there was a Demon causing trouble in the shantytown just yesterday!

Although Young Master Xu was ugly, disabled, and loved to indulge, he had money! He could provide the life she desired!

Lin-Ge’er might have a handsome face, but so what? He might end up as a Demon’s meal one day! Not to mention, without his position as a Constable, given his family’s situation, surviving this winter was uncertain.

“Lin Feng, right? I heard your family once helped my father-in-law’s family. As the Zhu family’s son-in-law and Cui’er’s husband, I should thank you properly!”

At this moment, Xu Xiong smiled at Lin Feng, then turned to the shopkeeper.

“Old Qian, let this mud leg’s¹ clothes be on my tab today. I doubt he’s ever worn anything this nice in his life! Unlike me, a Young Master, who wouldn’t even glance at such clothes!”

This Cloth Shop was one of the Xu family’s branches, and it just so happened that Lin Feng chose today to shop there!

Lin Feng looked at Xu Xiong’s mocking smile with a blank expression. He was already contemplating how many Upgrade Points he might earn by killing this pig-headed Young Master Xu.

He chuckled to himself, realizing that the taste of benefits was making him consider murder too easily. That wasn’t good!

Ignoring Xu Xiong and the three ingrates from the Zhu family, Lin Feng tossed some silver on the counter and handed two more pieces to Butcher Zhu.

“Uncle Zhu, here’s the two qian of silver I owe you!”

Butcher Zhu wanted to refuse, but Aunt Zhu quickly snatched them up.

“Xiao Feng is indeed trustworthy!”

With that, Lin Feng walked away.

Zhu Cui’er watched him leave, feeling even more conflicted.

“Hmph! Just because I didn’t marry you, you ignore me like this? So petty! Looks aren’t everything; Young Master Xu is much better than you!”

No one knew Zhu Cui’er’s true feelings.

At this moment, Young Master Xu opened his fan with a flourish, thinking himself quite the charming figure.

“Let’s go, Cui Er. That wretch refuses good things when offered! Let him starve; not a grain of rice will he get from us!”

As he spoke, a flash of malice crossed his eyes, and he hobbled towards the Cloth Shop with the help of his servants.

Just then, unnoticed by anyone, Lin Feng flicked his heel, sending a pebble flying with precision. It struck a wooden beam leaning against the Cloth Shop’s entrance.

The beam toppled, crashing down on Xu Xiong’s head, who was leading the way.

With a dull thud, Xu Xiong let out a howl of pain. “Who left this beam here? I’ll have their head!”

His forehead turned a dark purple, swelling into a large bump. In his fury, he slapped one of his servants across the face, startling the Zhu Family into silence, too afraid to speak.

Ignoring the chaos behind him, Lin Feng allowed a small smile to play on his lips. He turned and walked away, heading towards the Inner City.

Before long, Lin Feng arrived at the Drunken Immortal Inn, the most prestigious restaurant in the city.

Though he had never set foot inside before, he had heard much about its reputation. Many wealthy figures dined and drank here, and even the County Lord of Kaiyang County praised its wine.

The food and drink here were reputed to be the finest in Kaiyang City, with some dishes offering benefits to Martial Arts practitioners. The famed Drunken Immortal Brew was said to be unparalleled.

Lin Feng was drawn here by the promise of these benefits. After facing the Demon Beast himself, he was eager to strengthen his abilities.

With eleven taels of silver in hand, he hoped to convert them into power as quickly as possible. The Drunken Immortal Inn was the place to do it.

As for the Tiger Essence Pill, such medicines were tightly controlled by the upper echelons. Even with money, ordinary people couldn’t buy them.

Cultivation Manuals and other resources were similarly restricted, which was why Lin Feng needed to join a faction.

Now at the restaurant, the Drunken Immortal Inn had five floors. The higher the floor, the more prestigious the guests.

Someone like Lin Feng, from the lower ranks, could only dine on the first floor.

The first floor was spacious, and he found a quiet corner to sit. He ordered six dishes and a pot of Little Drunken Immortal Brew.

The pot of brew alone cost five taels of silver, while the six dishes totaled four taels. He kept two taels in reserve.

Undoubtedly, this was Lin Feng’s most extravagant meal since arriving in this world.

Nine taels of silver could feed an ordinary family for a year.

The dishes arrived quickly, vibrant and aromatic, each carrying a subtle medicinal scent.

Lin Feng began eating heartily, unlike the wealthy who savored each bite slowly.

Eating should be enjoyable! Alone, there was no need for pretentious manners.

He poured himself a cup of wine, stuffed his mouth with meat and vegetables, and drank deeply.

The wine was smooth, warming his throat. A slight spiciness accompanied the food as it went down, and Lin Feng soon felt a warm current spreading from his abdomen throughout his body.

He exhaled contentedly, savoring the blend of wine and medicinal aromas.

“Excellent wine!”

This meal should yield a good number of Upgrade Points, Lin Feng thought, feeling the changes within him.

If he could eat here three times a day, his Cultivation would skyrocket like a rocket!

“Too bad! If only I could eat like this more often.”

Lin Feng continued to eat, his mouth seemingly blessed.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the main hall!

“Enjoy your meals, everyone! Today, Young Master Zhao is picking up the tab!”

Footnote:

1. Mud Leg(泥腿子):Derogatory slang for rural laborers, lit. “mud-covered legs” mocking their farming work.