Chapter 351: Chapter 350: Luo Cheng
"Come now, Third Sister. I am your brother, after all. Are you really going to shut me out like this?" A moment later, a man with an effeminate face walked in from outside. The man lightly waved a paper fan in his hand, his gaze sweeping across the room. When he saw Shen Haoran and the others, a look of contempt surfaced in his eyes. However, his expression shifted slightly upon seeing Murong Wanqing. He then chuckled and said, "So, Miss Murong, you’re here as well!"
"And why not? Am I not allowed to visit Sister Xiaowen, Second Young Master of the Luo Family?" Murong Wanqing said, shooting the effeminate man a cool glance.
Indeed, the effeminate man who had appeared in Luo Xiaowen’s room was none other than the Luo Family’s second young master and Luo Xiaowen’s half-brother, Luo Cheng!
"Luo Cheng, this is my room. You have no right to barge in. Now, please get out!" Luo Xiaowen said bluntly to the effeminate man.
"Ah, Third Sister, don’t be so cold all the time. How will you ever get married like that? I merely heard that you gave away your Fusheng Token, so I came to see just what kind of person managed to win your favor." A cold sneer formed on Luo Cheng’s lips as his gaze swept over everyone in the room before finally landing on Shen Haoran.
"So, you gave the Fusheng Token to this brat. A Tier Two Spirit Marquis? TSK TSK TSK. Third Sister, you’re still so young and naive. How is this piece of trash qualified to hold a Fusheng Token from my Luo Family?" Luo Cheng said with disdain, staring at Shen Haoran.
"Who I give the Fusheng Token to is my decision and none of your business. Now, please leave!" Luo Xiaowen said, once again trying to kick him out.
However, Luo Cheng paid her no mind. Instead, he walked slowly toward Shen Haoran and stopped directly in front of him.
"It is true that giving the Fusheng Token to someone is your decision, but upholding the family’s honor is my responsibility. I will not allow a Fusheng Token to fall into the hands of such trash!" Luo Cheng snorted, and a powerful aura abruptly erupted from his body, surging toward Shen Haoran!
The tyrannical pressure erupted, instantly shattering the table and chair beneath Shen Haoran and sending countless wooden splinters flying everywhere.
"Luo Cheng, you—!" Sensing the power of Luo Cheng’s aura, Luo Xiaowen started forward to stop him. ’Luo Cheng’s cultivation has already reached the Tier Three Spirit Aspect Stage! Shen Haoran is only a Tier Two Spirit Marquis—he’s definitely not his opponent!’
But just as Luo Xiaowen was about to intervene, Murong Wanqing held her back. ’Never mind Luo Cheng, who’s just a Tier Three Spirit Aspect,’ she thought. ’Even the exceptionally powerful Jun Luohua was forced to retreat when he competed against Shen Haoran’s aura. For Luo Cheng to try and suppress Shen Haoran with his own aura is simply asking for humiliation!’
And just as she’d thought, even after the table and chair beneath him had exploded, Shen Haoran remained in a sitting posture, not moving in the slightest, allowing Luo Cheng’s aura to press down upon him.
Seeing Shen Haoran remain so calm and composed under his aura, Luo Cheng’s expression faltered. Steeling himself, he unleashed the full force of his Tier Three Spirit Aspect aura without reservation. In an instant, a storm of Spiritual Power swept through the room, throwing everything into utter chaos!
"Hmph!" Sensing the powerful pressure, Shen Haoran snorted. He slowly rose to his feet, and an oppressive might dozens of times more domineering than Luo Cheng’s erupted from within him. It instantly crushed the aura Luo Cheng had released, forcing it back into his body and violently shoving him all the way back to the main entrance.
Witnessing this, Luo Xiaowen was stunned. She never would have thought that Shen Haoran, a mere Tier Two Spirit Marquis, could actually overpower Luo Cheng with his aura!
Luo Cheng’s expression, however, had turned utterly grim, as dark as a thundercloud. He couldn’t believe he had actually lost to the very brat he had called trash. He grew furious, and a faint killing intent flickered in his eyes!
Sensing Luo Cheng’s killing intent, Luo Xiaowen’s expression hardened. In a flash, she moved to stand in front of Shen Haoran and said coldly, "Luo Cheng, watch yourself. Don’t forget that anyone holding a Fusheng Token is considered to be at the Elder Level in my Luo Family. Are you planning to attack your superior?"
Hearing Luo Xiaowen’s words, Luo Cheng’s face twisted into a savage sneer. He snorted and said with contempt, "Hmph. Him? He’s not worthy!"
"Whether he’s worthy or not isn’t for you to decide!" Luo Xiaowen retorted coldly.
"Third Sister, I’m doing this for your own good. You know what the Fusheng Token means to us. Are you really going to pin your hopes on this brat to represent you in that competition? You have to understand, we have less than three years left!" Luo Cheng said coldly.
"That is my business, so you don’t need to concern yourself with it!" Luo Xiaowen remained in front of Shen Haoran, refusing to yield an inch.
Seeing Luo Xiaowen blocking his path, Luo Cheng’s face darkened. He then said, "Trash, are you only capable of hiding behind a woman? What right do you have to possess a Fusheng Token from my Luo Family!"
At these words, a cold smile played on Shen Haoran’s lips as he stepped out from behind Luo Xiaowen.
"First, you call me trash, but you couldn’t even handle the pressure of my aura. Doesn’t that make you even more pathetic than trash? Second, being able to use everything at one’s disposal is a measure of strength. The fact that Sister Xiaowen is protecting me just proves my charm. You, on the other hand... it seems women don’t want to get anywhere near you. Your charm is clearly lacking. Third, I don’t know what a Fusheng Token is, and I don’t know what it means to you. But Sister Xiaowen gave it to me out of trust, and I have no intention of letting her down! So there’s no need for you to stick your nose in it!"
Luo Cheng’s face grew darker and darker as he listened to Shen Haoran’s speech. ’I’m being made a fool of by this nobody!’
"Hmph, you little bastard! You think you’re better than me? Then let’s fight, if you have the guts!" Luo Cheng roared.
"A fight? Hmph. You have some nerve. If you didn’t have the Luo Family’s endless Cultivation resources to rely on, do you think you would have your current level of strength? Besides, I’m now a person of Elder Level status in your Luo Family. You aren’t even qualified to make me lift a finger!" Shen Haoran retorted, mimicking the same disdainful tone Luo Cheng had used earlier.
"You..." Luo Cheng was so enraged by Shen Haoran he was momentarily speechless.
"Fine, you brat. You just wait. If I can’t deal with you, someone else will!" Luo Cheng left this one last cold threat before turning and leaving. If he stayed any longer, he felt like he might actually die of rage at Shen Haoran’s hands.
"Hahaha! I’m dying of laughter! Brother Haoran, did you see the look on Luo Cheng’s face? It was practically purple with rage!" After Luo Cheng left, Murong Wanqing couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing, clutching her stomach.
At Murong Wanqing’s words, the others couldn’t help but chuckle. Luo Xiaowen covered her mouth in a light laugh as she watched Shen Haoran roll his eyes nonstop.
"That was your brother I was talking about. Aren’t you mad at me?" Shen Haoran asked Luo Xiaowen.
At his words, Luo Xiaowen’s smile faded. Murong Wanqing quieted down as well, and a bitter look appeared on both of their faces.
"Well... it all has to do with the Luo Family..." Luo Xiaowen murmured, then began to slowly explain the reasons why...
