622: 514 North Yuan, South Ye 622: 514 North Yuan, South Ye Where there are people, there is Jianghu.
Where there is Jianghu, there is strife.
Friction sparking fire, a common occurrence, but do you know where this is happening?
“It seems to be Young Master Yuan…”
“Tch, such a ‘Tiger Fool’…”
“Goodness, who would dare to beat up the ‘Tiger Fool’?”
The Epang Palace was abuzz with discussion for a moment.
Yuan Bingshan, under the gaze of the entire crowd, was gradually recognized.
The vast Shenzhou.
The majestic Capital City.
Sons and grandsons of nobles abound.
But Yuan Bingshan remained an exception amongst them.
His nickname “Tiger Fool” said it all.
As a bona fide local of the imperial city, he didn’t care for luxury, had no love for fine liquor, and wasn’t much interested in women either.
The one thing he was passionate about—
martial arts.
His unique fascination made him an oddity among the Capital City’s elites.
Some jesters paired him up with Ye Tingxuan, the Young Prince of the Ye family from the south.
The nickname “North Yuan, South Ye” resonated far and wide.
The stature of these two was incomparable to any of the Four Young Masters.
Just as the title of the Southern Young Prince was deeply ingrained, anyone of some standing in the Capital City had heard of the “Tiger Fool.”
“It is said that Young Master Yuan recently joined the special forces for devilish training, which is why he hasn’t been seen in so long, but how…”
Those who frequented the Epang Palace were indeed “sharp-eared and bright-eyed.”
Yuan Bingshan was undoubtedly distinctive in character, but he was one of the faces of the Capital’s elite youth, a stark contrast to those rich second-generations who would often be seen flanked by a retinue of bodyguards.
He, on the other hand, shunned luxury and seemed to relish putting himself through torment, frequently immersing himself in some hellish military camp.
Because of this—
He naturally became the most formidable among the various prodigals in the Capital.
Without any close second.
When it came to backgrounds, the young elites of the Capital undoubtedly led the pack, beyond comparison to any region.
But to always drag one’s pedigree into matters…
was somewhat losing face.
Therefore, Yuan Bingshan became an indispensable figure in the Capital.
Whenever some brash young lord from out of town behaved recklessly in the Capital, the local elites couldn’t be bothered to intimidate them with family names.
At times like these, Yuan Bingshan would become the most suitable enforcer.
Take, for instance, Young Prince Ye.
When it comes to family heritage, even in the unfathomable depths of the Capital, there weren’t many who could intimidate him, yet he seldom ventured here.
The reason was simple.
Competing using distant relatives was something he wasn’t afraid of, but he was a bit wary of Yuan Bingshan’s iron fists.
You can’t just get beaten up and then cry and call your parents, can you?
That’s something only little kids do.
There were even rumors that “North Yuan, South Ye” actually had a run-in at some point, and not surprisingly, friction ensued, but the outcome remained unknown, at least it never spread.
But the locals of the Capital, naturally, would support their own contender, hence the popular story of Young Prince Ye getting a thrashing from the Tiger Fool.
Of course.
As for the actual truth, aside from the two main parties and a few others, it was up to the viewers to decide.
Speculations about the contest between North Yuan and South Ye have always been elusive, but at this moment, Yuan Bingshan lying on the stage was an indisputable fact.
As the martial pinnacle of the Capital’s young elites, those who could defeat Yuan Bingshan were rare, let alone—
The fact that he didn’t take care of himself was his own business, but could it really be that someone had no regard for Young Master Yuan’s status?
In astonishment, many eyes gradually shifted away from Yuan Bingshan.
When they saw who had made the move, some were startled, then they understood, and their expressions turned peculiar.
Although the status of women had been growing higher and higher, there were few who could truly claim fame across the land.
And there, standing below at this moment, was one of them.
Even if the staff of the Epang Palace didn’t know who their actual boss was, it didn’t mean the patrons were clueless.
Bloody Guanyin.
Lan Peizhi!
A woman whom even these proud and aloof gentry felt genuine awe towards from the bottom of their hearts.
The performance was interrupted.
Yet not a single person felt dissatisfied.
Aren’t such dramas far more exciting than watching some insubstantial dance?
“…Miss Lan, thank you.”
Jiang Chen was far from idle enough to enjoy the show, undoubtedly feeling a bit awkward at the moment.
If Lan Peizhi hadn’t intervened in time just now, he would have been the one to make a fool of himself.
He’d taken the heroes of the world too lightly.
He had guessed that his opponent must be extraordinary, but precisely because of this, he instinctively thought his opponent’s martial arts wouldn’t be very strong, considering there probably wasn’t even enough time for a life of luxury.
But who would have guessed that he’d encounter such an anomaly.
However.
Could this be considered a “damsel rescuing a hero”?
“Was your diploma bought?”
Jiang Chen replied with a bitter smile but no words.
It was clear that she was accusing him of failing to use his brain.
But in reality, everything that had just happened was deliberate on his part.
The only oversight was not expecting the guy lying on the stage to be a tough nut.
But the outcome was ideal.
His “interaction” with Lan Peizhi had deepened.
With interaction came the opportunity to foster a closer bond.
As for whether it was a hero saving a beauty or a beauty saving a hero, the implication wasn’t much different.
“Cough… It’s mean to attack by surprise…”
Under the watchful eyes of many, Yuan Bingshan pushed himself up from the stage, his face showing some pain, but no embarrassment.
“How embarrassing, Yuan Bingshan, I actually thought you were formidable.
But to think you were sent flying so far with just one hit…”