Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

She was very confident about her own looks, and even within the Song Family, there are few who could compare with her. Coupled with her extraordinary cultivation talent, she had always been the focus of the family's attention and the recipient of everyone's flattery.

But this boy, after she had approached, didn't even glance at her once, completely ignoring her existence. Considering he was Zhu Wu's cousin, her surging anger finally found a target to vent on.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Bufan asked, puzzled.

Faced with Zhu Bufan's questioning, Song Shuixian found herself at a loss for words for a moment, unable to reply. Surely she couldn't just scold him for not looking at her?

Noticing Song Shuixian's awkward state, Song Shuibo immediately stepped in to ease the tension.

"Look at this attitude. Zhu Wu, is this how people from the Zhu Family behave? Such impoliteness, not even greeting when meeting?" The three were now love rivals, competitors, and this was a rare opportunity to press down on the other.

"Yes! Brother Song, look at him. Is he really from the Zhu Family? I've never seen him before; I basically know everyone from the Zhu Family, but unless he is... could he be the waste of the Zhu Family?"

"Yes, Shuixian, I don't know if you've heard, but the Zhu Family has produced a once-in-a-century waste, who for over a decade, has remained at the First Rank!"

"Is that so?"

Song Shuixian cast a strange glance at Zhu Wu, then disdainfully looked at Zhu Bufan. The anger in her heart surprisingly dissipated quite a bit. "So he's just a waste!"

Their wanton mockery and ridicule didn't cause even a slight change in Zhu Bufan's expression, as he had long been accustomed to such treatment.

However, his mood now was vastly different from what it was in past times.

In the past, he felt aggrieved; now, he felt disdain.

If he was a waste, then what were those who mocked him as a waste?

But one thing remained the same: the killing intent, the hatred.

However, he knew that now was not the time for him to erupt. For various reasons, such as his background, or his mysterious life in Nanli City, among others, he would not take risks. He intended to choose the occasion to claim his right to return to his clan in front of everyone, nipping in the bud all possible reasons that might prevent his return.

His expression remained calm, as if the scorn was not directed at him, but on Zhu Wu's face, there was a series of green and purple shades, looking incredibly unsightly.

"Worthless trash, what are you still doing here? Losing face for all of us, get lost!" With that, an infuriated Zhu Wu fiercely pushed at Zhu Bufan's back.

The edge of Zhu Wu's palm even burst with a faint golden light. Even without using full strength, this angry palm had a 70-80 percent force.

After the previous scene, the entire Drunk Immortal Tower's attention was focused here, and everyone now knew the identity of Zhu Bufan—the waste of the Zhu Family, a First Rank Martial Artist.

A First Rank Martial Artist, how could he withstand a full-strength strike from a Fifth Rank Martial Artist?

"Ah"...

A uniform gasp rose from the Drunk Immortal Tower.

Those who were timid had already covered their eyes.

The shopkeeper, who was holding an abacus, saw this scene and his eyes flashed with a sharp light, his hands involuntarily clenched. But then, his gaze swept over to Zi Yu on the second floor, and the man instantly relaxed.

Zi Yu, holding a jug of wine, watched the scene unfold with a faint smile. Others might not know, but he was well aware that the young man reputed to be only First Rank had at least the strength of Ninth Rank—how could he be easily struck by a Fifth Rank Martial Artist?

Under the gaze of anticipation, shock, and mockery, that golden-lit palm flew swiftly forward.

Whoosh...

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

...

The scene everyone unconsciously imagined did not occur.

All eyes followed the composed and natural young man as he stepped down from the upstairs, all the way to the outside, disappearing from their sight.

"Damn, what was that about?"

"He got lucky!"

"This is so strange!"

...

Initially silent, the hall suddenly erupted into a clamor, with nearly everyone remarking on Zhu Bufan's good fortune.

As it turned out, the palm strike from Zhu Wu just moments ago had been effortlessly evaded by Zhu Bufan.

And it was indeed done with ease.

Unaware of the incoming strike at his back, Zhu Bufan seemed oblivious, but just as the palm was about to hit him, his lips curled into a sly smile, and right at that moment, he stepped forward and walked away.

Three inches—Zhu Wu's palm halted just three inches away from Zhu Bufan's back. Yet that short distance had become insurmountable; the force carried by the palm stroke couldn't inflict even the slightest harm to Zhu Bufan, only raising a gust of breeze.

"This..."

Even Zhu Wu himself was dumbfounded by this unexpected development, standing aghast for quite some time.

But by the time he came to his senses, Zhu Bufan was already downstairs.

"Ha ha, Zhu Wu, you really are useless!" Tang Shan and several others were first stunned, then burst into raucous laughter, making sure everyone could hear them.

The ridicule had Zhu Wu's face turning crimson, and with Song Shuixian's strange gaze upon him, he felt even worse. All his hatred shifted to Zhu Bufan, his eyes flickering with killing intent as he watched Zhu Bufan's receding figure.

"You little brat, just you wait!" Saying so, he brushed off his sleeves and entered a private room.

This was merely a minor incident, and the crowd treated it as mere after-dinner entertainment, commenting on Zhu Bufan's luck before quickly changing the subject.

However, some people wore a meaningful expression, including the shopkeeper who had been keeping a watchful eye on this all along.

Seeing this unfold, the burly man's face momentarily showed a peculiar expression, his lips curving into an inscrutable smile before he turned towards the kitchen.

At the same time, in the farthest corner of the hall, a figure entirely shrouded under a cloak, unidentifiable as male or female, murmured in a voice only they could hear: "Hmm, interesting."

Of course, Zhu Bufan was completely unaware of all these reactions; at this moment, he leisurely returned to his small courtyard.

He took out the Sensing Crystal from his pocket, tossed it in his hand, his face showing a pensive look.

Regarding Zi Yu, Zhu Bufan was very clearly aware of his ambition. Despite his outward gentle and refined demeanor, Zhu Bufan could sense his inner dissatisfaction and explosive nature when combining it with his own situation.

Of course, the two were not deeply acquainted; their interaction could be described as exploratory and impromptu and was a win-win situation where neither side would suffer significant loss, so their relationship remained harmonious for the time being.

However, how things would ultimately develop wasn't something Zhu Bufan could guess at the moment.

Tucking the Sensing Crystal back into his pocket, Zhu Bufan felt elated. He then, with a slight buzz from the alcohol, began to practice his fist technique in the courtyard.

Zhu Bufan had never learned any martial arts; the fist technique he was practicing was entirely spontaneous, without the slightest hint of formality. Moreover, Zhu Bufan was also slightly intoxicated.

Zhu Bufan felt as if he were floating on water, his body weightless. He was extremely relaxed, as though he had returned to his mother's embrace, that sense of warmth beyond description.