<h4>Chapter 4: I Don’t Fancy Dining with a Dog</h4>
<strong>Trantor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Miss Good-for-nothing is challenging the genius maiden? Is she looking for humiliation and disgrace? This has got to be the funniest thing I’ve ever heard in the twenty-plus years I’ve been alive.”
“If a 14-year-old First-stage Spiritualist cannot be called a ‘genius,’ what should we call her? A ‘no-hoper-who-can’t-even-cultivate’? Dust?”
“I heard that Feng Tian achieved the sixth level of Gathering Spirit when she was five years old, but she couldn’t proceed further. Otherwise, her talent would be greater than the Feng Family’s Third Miss.”
“That was years ago. Look at her now, still at the sixth level of Gathering Spirit at the age of 15. People will dieughing when they hear that, right?”
“Why did Feng Tian call the Feng’s Third Miss ‘Tu Xiuyu’? Why do they have differentst names despite being born from the same father?”
“The original name of the Feng Family’s current head was Tu. He changed his name to Feng when he married into the Feng Family.”
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Everyone began to gossip about the Feng Family’s past. They didn’t forget to mock Feng Tian’s overestimation of her abilities like she was hitting a stone with an egg.
Feng Xiuyu felt nothing but embarrassment and shame when she heard what they were saying. She wished that she could bury herself in a hole. She detested the word “Tu” and hated the fact that Feng Tian was still alive.
“Feng Tian, you’re hopeless trash. Fighting me will only bring you death. I will let bygones be bygones if you crawl along the edge of the battle ring while barking like a dog.” Feng Xiuyu grasped the sharpened sword in her hands. While her words sounded magnanimous, her expression showed disdain and ridicule.
Feng Tian sneered coldly, her beautiful eyes half-lidded. “Right back at you. Will you fight me or not?”
“You are the one who’s seeking death.”
Feng Tian’s words angered Feng Xiuyu. She never imagined that a person who never fought back would dare intimidate her like that. Feng Tian had even exposed her original name in public. A long time ago, she used the name Tu!
“Looks like they’re really gonna fight. Do you think that Feng Tian can ovee the odds and win?”
“That’s impossible. Feng Tian, I’ll kiss your shoes if you win.”
“Yeah, Feng Tian, if you win, I’ll...I’ll run around naked.”
“Haha, if you win, Feng Tian, I’ll eat the battle ring.”
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Amotion broke out, and everyone started bragging about what they would do if Feng Tian won. Their boasts became more and more outrageous. In the end, they all began hollering at Feng Tian. Every sentence was more demeaning and insulting.
“Did you hear that? You are merely at the sixth level of Gathering Spirit. Not a single soul believes that you can win.” Feng Xiuyu looked down at Feng Tian. What right does useless trash like Feng Tian have to issue her a challenge? It was a disgrace to her reputation as the young genius maiden.
Si Rong, the Third Prince, wanted to humiliate Feng Tian while pleasing Feng Xiuyu. He said haughtily, “Feng Tian, I will dine with you if you win tonight.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t fancy dining with a dog.” Feng Tian replied mildly without any intention of sarcasm. She was simply stating the truth.
Si Rong was furious upon hearing Feng Tian’s terse refusal. He red at Feng Tian and pitied her condescendingly. “You’re still young, so I won’t hold it against you. However, my offer still stands. If you win, I’ll dine with you; if you lose, I’ll annul our marriage on the grounds of your two crimes—first, for insulting the prince, and second, offending the royal family’s dignity.”
Feng Tian had called him a dog in front of everyone. This was reason enough to request an annulment from his father, the Emperor. When Feng Xiuyu heard that the Third Prince would annul the engagement once Feng Tian lost, her eyes brightened immediately.
“Fight me, Feng Tian!”