Myriad Demons city.

Feng Yuan walked slowly down the bustling street, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Although he had perfectly inherited the memories of his previous self, he still wanted to see the world with his own eyes.

As he observed the hustle and bustle of people on the street, Feng Yuan wore a satisfied expression.

"Being alive feels so good."

Before long, he had wandered through Myriad Demons City for nearly three hours, eating and drinking along the way, sampling the city's various local delicacies.

"Bane Starfire!"

Feng Yuan stopped in front of a restaurant. Though the establishment wasn't large, its decor was elegant, and it had many patrons coming and going.

"Let's go in and take a look."

He hadn't been here before, so he was curious to see what it was like inside.

"Welcome, sir! A table for two?"

The host at the entrance of Bane Starfire greeted him warmly.

Feng Yuan nodded casually. "Yes, for two."

"Right this way!"

The host shouted energetically and then respectfully gestured for Feng Yuan to enter.

As he watched the steady stream of people entering and leaving, Feng Yuan asked curiously, "What's special about this place? Why is it so crowded?"

He had visited many establishments today, some even grander than Bane Starfire, but none were as busy.

The host smiled. "You may not know this, sir, but Bane Starfire is graced by one of the top ten beauties of Myriad Demons City, Miss Jingrou. Every evening, she draws lots, and the lucky table has the opportunity to dine with her."

Feng Yuan showed a look of understanding. So, it was because of Yang Jingrou.

He had heard of the top ten beauties of Myriad Demons City. He had even seen nine of them before, and most held prominent positions. However, Yang Jingrou came from a humble background, with neither power nor influence.

Among the top beauties, each one was renowned for their exceptional appearance, so it wasn't surprising that she had such appeal.

"Interesting."

Feng Yuan, amused by the situation, decided to join in the fun. It wasn't that he was particularly interested in Yang Jingrou, he just enjoyed being part of the lively atmosphere after spending so long isolated in the void.

He ordered a few small dishes and a pot of wine, sitting quietly as his maid, Little Han, poured the drinks for him.

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Not long after, a graceful figure ascended the high platform of Bane Starfire. She wore a purple dress, her face partly obscured by a veil, and her aura was ethereal and elegant. One glance was enough to captivate the crowd.

"Miss Jingrou!"

"Pick me, Miss Jingrou! I've been coming here every day for a month!"

"I've been coming for half a year!"

"Half a year, my foot! Miss Jingrou only started working here three months ago. You're just making things up."

The restaurant immediately erupted in a lively commotion, with men at every table vying for Jingrou's attention, their eyes filled with hope.

Yang Jingrou scanned the room with indifferent eyes, preparing to choose her dining companion for the day.

As a woman, she deeply resented having to use her looks to earn a living. However, there wasn't much she could do—this was the fastest way to obtain resources.

Baixiang Residence would give her 30% of the total profits, and all she had to do was dine with a guest twice a day.

But suddenly, Yang Jingrou's pupils contracted sharply. She had noticed a strikingly handsome young man sitting in a corner of the restaurant.

Feng Yuan, the young master of the Feng family! Why was he here?

Could it be that he was here for her?

Feeling a surge of joy, Yang Jingrou immediately chose Feng Yuan's table without hesitation.

Her attendant promptly stood up and loudly announced, "Miss Jingrou has chosen table fifteen."

Table fifteen?

The crowd quickly located Feng Yuan, and some of them frowned. Something about him seemed familiar.

In Myriad Demons City, Feng Yuan was a prominent figure, but not everyone had seen him. Most people had only heard of him, and only a small fraction had ever laid eyes on him.

When Feng Yuan heard that Yang Jingrou had chosen him, his brows furrowed slightly.

He glanced briefly at Yang Jingrou, and their eyes met for a moment. But Feng Yuan quickly looked away, signaling to Little Han to pour more wine, his attitude indifferent.

"Bang!"

At table seventy-nine, a young man in his twenties, dressed in luxurious clothing, slammed his fist on the table. His expression was cold as he muttered, "That guy gets to dine with Miss Jingrou, yet he dares act so high and mighty!"

Without a word, the man stood up and made his way toward Feng Yuan, followed closely by a group of men, each looking fierce.

"Hey, kid!"

The young man walked straight to Feng Yuan's table. He glanced at Little Han before grinning wickedly. "She's pretty. Name your price, and I'll buy her."

Little Han was startled by his words, her heart racing with anxiety.

In many powerful families, it wasn't uncommon to buy and sell servants. Little Han feared that if this man offered too high a price, Feng Yuan might agree to sell her.

But the young man, Zhong He'an, wasn't really interested in buying Little Han. His main goal was to provoke Feng Yuan and teach him a lesson for his perceived indifference toward Miss Jingrou.

In his eyes, anyone dining with Miss Jingrou should be ecstatic, yet Feng Yuan's calm demeanor felt like an insult to her.

Feng Yuan raised his head, his voice cold as he replied, "Leave while I'm still in a good mood."

Zhong He'an was taken aback, not expecting such a response. His expression darkened as killing intent flickered in his eyes. "Kid, are you talking to me?"

The four thugs accompanying Zhong He'an stepped forward. Their auras were strong—each one was at the Level 2, with the strongest at the Level 3.

"It's over for that guy. He's offended Zhong He'an, the eldest son of the Zhong family. That family has three Level 4 experts. Getting targeted by Zhong He'an is a disaster."

"He had it coming. Didn't you see his dismissive attitude toward Miss Jingrou? What a jerk. Zhong He'an, teach him a good lesson!"

The restaurant was filled with jeers, and many patrons were irritated by Feng Yuan's aloof behavior.

Yang Jingrou watched in horror as Zhong He'an approached Feng Yuan. Does he even know who he's messing with?

That's Feng Yuan, the young master of the Feng family, and a peerless genius who can kill Level 4 experts. If he gets angry, the entire Zhong family could be wiped out.

She almost stepped forward to stop the confrontation, but after a moment of consideration, she chose to stay out of it. After all, she had no real connection with Zhong He'an, and there was no need to offend Feng Yuan for his sake.

Zhong He'an's tone grew colder as he continued, "Kid, you told me to leave? Today, no one can save you."

"Drag him outside and break his limbs in the street!"