Shocking ideal

  "Hmph..." A soft laugh escaped from Qin Yi's mouth. No one knew Yifeng's character better than her. As soon as he said this, she understood that he was going to prank someone again.

  Qin Yi's sudden burst of laughter, combined with her exquisite and elegant appearance. The crowd that focused their attention on her was stunned, but no one dared to gaze at her in a daze, for this woman's identity was not something they could afford to trifle with.

  Qin Yi obviously noticed her own loss of composure, and she quickly covered her laughing lips with her delicate white hands. The tender white hands pressed against her lips, making Yue Feng stare blankly, wishing he was those small hands himself.

  Qin Yi frowned at Hou Yi's sharp words, a flush rising to her cheeks.

  Looking at Qin Yi's scowl, the horrified and soul-stirring eyes made Yifeng's heart jump violently. Yifeng dared not believe that there was still such a captivating gaze at this time. Compared to five years ago, Qin Yi's stunning beauty had increased several times over.

  Yi Feng shook his head, trying to shift his gaze away from Qin Yi's body, looking at those infatuated eyes, he couldn't help but cough a few times. Yi Feng was extremely dissatisfied in his heart.

  Enough, you've all seen enough. Who else dares to look? I'll get Sister Furong and Phoenix Sister to come and show this group of bastards.

  If everyone knew what was on Yī Fēng's mind, they would probably beat him up first and then ask questions later: "This bastard is too selfish and despicable."

  This cough finally made everyone react, shifting their gaze away from Qin Yi's body, and each of them had an additional shock in their hearts. Perhaps they had never seen such a stunning beauty before.

  Albert also reacted at this time, looking at Yikai Mu with a smile: "Hehe, Sir Yi's young master is indeed formidable, I wonder how many women he has pursued?"

  Yi Kaimu's face turned iron-green when he heard Albert's sarcasm, and he would have liked to kill Yi Feng.

  "What? What did you say? Sir Albert, how can your mind be so dirty and shameful? I was just talking about going for a walk to enjoy the scenery and flowers along the way. Where did you get that idea from? Do you think that at my age of less than 12 five years ago, I would go looking for women? How shameful! I'm embarrassed for you."

  Yi Feng's face showed a look of disgust, and he slightly shifted his body to the side, as if trying to keep distance from him.

  Everyone saw this and cursed in their hearts: You little brat, you completely misled others. Who would have thought that what you said was literal? And yet, it left others speechless. Despicable, too despicable!

  Yi Kaimu's face was now full of smiles, and he glanced at Albert, whose face had turned bright red. He pretended to be angry with Yi Feng, saying: "Shut up, are you implying that Sir Albert is mentally ill?! Sir Albert, don't mind him, he's just a naive child."

  One by one, they rolled their eyes. Anyone with a clear mind knew that Yī Kǎi Mù was scolding ài Bó Tè for being brainless, but ài Bó Tè couldn't vent his anger, after all, Yī Kǎi Mù was ostensibly teaching his son a lesson.

  Yi Feng naturally understood his father's meaning and cooperated by saying: "Father, I didn't say he was mentally ill. The premise of being mentally ill is that he must have a brain to begin with."

  One sentence made everyone cover their mouths and laugh: This kid is really good at scolding people. I admire him, I admire him.

  Although Albert's upbringing was not bad, he was scolded in front of everyone by a little kid and lost face greatly. He also forgot his identity and shouted at Yifeng: "Trash, you're looking for death!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, his palm came flying over the table towards me with a fierce slap.

  At the sight, Hou Yi gave him a faint glance, slowly picked up his cup and turned it around, pursed his lips and said: "Looking at your usual pig-liver complexion, I highly suspect that when you were born, your mother didn't drop you, but instead raised the placenta to adulthood."

  "Hmph..."

  Everyone couldn't help but spit out the wine in their mouths: This kid, he's too damn fierce, his scolding skills have reached the highest level, and he doesn't even use dirty words when scolding people.

  Albert's body shook with anger, his sweeping gesture towards Yi Feng's face quickened by a few beats.

  "Bang..."

  Just as Yī Fēng had anticipated, when Albert's hand was about to slap his face, Yī Kǎi Mù blocked it with one hand: "Sir Albert, why must you treat a child like this?"

  Feeling Albert's gaze that was almost devouring him, Yi Feng didn't care at all. He didn't think Albert could stir up much trouble at his father's birthday banquet, nor did he believe he could harm himself. After all, his face-conscious father wouldn't let him lose face. This was also the reason why Yi Feng dared to strike back at Albert without restraint.

  "Cough, placenta, don't be angry. If you don't believe me, go home and ask your mom, I'm sure she'll give you a definite answer." Yifeng said slowly. Albert almost fainted.

  "Haha, good one! Brother Yi, this little kid of yours isn't simple either." A middle-aged man glanced at Yi Feng and smiled at Yi Kai.

  This sudden sentence made Albert glare at Yifeng fiercely, but he seemed to be quite considerate of the middle-aged man and didn't say another word, sitting back in his seat.

  Yī Fēng naturally recognized this middle-aged man, he was the third son of the Bulan family, according to their relationship, Yī Fēng should address him as Uncle Shì.

  The Yi and Bulan families are extremely prominent families in the empire. Logically, as the second son of the Yi family, Father should have been invincible, but because he was not favored by the head of the Yi family, that is, Grandfather Yi Feng, he was sent to this remote place to guard the ancestral industry. This is also why Aibert dared to oppose Yike Mu.

  If it weren't for the fact that Yī Kǎi Mù wasn't liked by the master of the Yī family, relying on his identity as the young master of the Yī family, he would have made Albert eat leopard gall and wouldn't have dared to mess with Yī Kǎi Mù.

  Unlike Kaito, the head of the Buran family was extremely fond of his third son. This was also why everyone present, including Kaito, was being cautious around the middle-aged man.

  "Brother Xian, you're joking, a useless person with severed meridians, where does this nonsensical talk come from?" Yi Kai Mu glanced at Yi Feng, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

  "Heh heh, isn't Xiao Gong also a supernatural being? How many people dare to be disrespectful to him in the empire?" The middle-aged man shook his head and laughed.

  "This unfilial son can't compare to Xiao Gong, who has a wealth of knowledge and exceptional talent, and is capable of bringing peace and prosperity to the nation. Moreover, it's possible that one day Xiao Gong will suddenly attain the status of a spiritual ruler."

  What Yue Kai said makes sense. In the past, many talented people suddenly reached the level of spiritual masters. The temptation of the spiritual master's realm made countless people fond of poetry and literature. Moreover, the empire selected scholars with outstanding talents as officials to govern the country. As a result, the literary profession developed greatly, with a brilliant trend similar to that of Chinese literati during the Tang and Song dynasties.

  Actually, at the same moment, there were also painters, dancers and singers who reached Ling Jun. However, the temptation of imperial official positions made the number of poets surpass them.

  All of this is a natural product in Yi Feng's view. Although this is a world where strength is respected, people can't always cultivate and must rest and find fun. Human nature is ultimately for enjoyment. Cultivating one's strength isn't also for living comfortably? However, without modern technology on the Kontinental, poetry, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting naturally became the first choice for people to seek pleasure. It would be strange if poetry didn't flourish.

  As for some industries' peak, reaching the level of Ling Jun in an instant is not unexpected. Huaxia has had many myths, such as the swordsmith Bai Ri Fei Sheng, the high monk sitting on the ground and flying up, the warrior breaking through the void...

  When a person's soul reaches a certain realm, heaven and man are united, which is not impossible. And various occupations have also become the bridge of unity between heaven and man.

  It's just that those who can achieve unity with nature are after all very few. They have even become legendary. So, as for what they call Xiao Gong becoming a spirit king, Yue Feng snorts in disdain.

  Of course, although it's a legend, after all, it gave people something to think about, and some people rushed in like moths to flames on the road that was once said to have passed.

  However, a hint of playful smile flashed across Hou Yi's mouth: Is this so-called Xiao Gong really that unimpressive?! If I were to steal some Tang poems and Song lyrics to compete with him, I wonder how miserably he would lose. And how shocked the world would be.

  The middle-aged man saw the strange smile at the corner of Yifeng's mouth, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He said to Yifeng: "Young Master, do you think that Xiao Gong cannot reach the level of Jun?"

  Yi Feng smiled slightly and said: "Shi Shu, don't talk nonsense. Xiao Gong is a rare talent in the world, who knows if he can achieve it."

  The middle-aged man smiled slyly, this kid is indeed interesting, 'it's possible to reach', doesn't he mean that it's extremely unlikely?! This kid has some meaning.

  "Haha, wise nephew is right, I wonder what your ideals are? Have you ever thought of surpassing Xiao Gong?" The middle-aged man seemed to be very interested in Yi Feng, and smiled at him with a hint of amusement.

  His words made Qin Yi, Yu Mu, and Yu Liu's ears perk up as well. They all focused their attention on Yu Feng, clearly wanting to know what he was planning to do.

  Yi Feng stretched his waist, yawned, and lazily patted his mouth, saying in a very languid tone: "Uncle Shi doesn't think that with my age of less than 17 years old, answering such profound questions is difficult? Moreover, is Xiao Gong so easy to surpass?"

  Yi Kaimu looked at his youngest son, who was once again displaying the lazy attitude that he extremely disliked, and couldn't help but hum a sentence. However, he was very satisfied with Yi Feng's last words. At least this unfilial son hadn't become arrogant to the point of saying he could surpass Xiao Gong. In the empire, Xiao Gong was an existence that couldn't be surpassed?

  The middle-aged man's smile grew even wider when he heard what Feng said: This kid used a rhetorical question, and his meaning was that Xiang Gong wasn't invincible after all? Right, no mistake, this kid meant exactly that. Arrogant, very arrogant. But quite interesting.

  "The young man's words make sense, but still, why don't you tell us about your ideals? I think everyone wants to know?" The middle-aged man continued to smile at Yifeng, his expression incredibly kind, yet somehow it made Yifeng feel uneasy.

  "Right," chimed in his mother. "Feng, tell us, what do you want to do in the future? Mom will help arrange it for you."

  Looking at Qin Yi, Yu Mu's eyes were filled with hopeful gazes. Yu Feng let out a yawn, glanced at Albert who was looking at him with contemptuous eyes, and then smiled slightly, saying lightly: "Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"