Chapter Forty-One: Who Will Eat Dog Feces?

Qin Mei stood beneath the dormitory building, waiting for Fu Yang.

She wore a blue long dress that gracefully accentuated her exquisite figure—neither revealing nor modest, but perfectly showcasing the enticing curves of a beautiful young woman at this age.

When she saw Fu Yang and Ah Huang stumbling toward her, she waved a slender, jade-like hand in front of her nose. “Did you two drink? The smell is so strong.”

“Yeah, Ah Huang went crazy and dragged me into drinking…”

“I’m happy! I really am. My brother’s a genius in the Taoist arts! Once this whole mess is over, he’ll train hard and sweep through the younger generation in the Taoist world—showing off, humiliating rivals, and crushing all those second-generation hotshots!”

Ah Huang grinned mischievously, carefree and wild, clearly overjoyed.

Qin Mei covered her mouth and laughed lightly; her eyes curved like crescent moons, attracting the gaze of every passing boy. Someone even accidentally walked into a tree.

Fu Yang thought Qin Mei was worried about his safety. After all, ever since she was nearly dragged into the wall by that disgusting wraith in the bathroom, she’d become quite fearful, seeing Fu Yang as her pillar and protector.

“Don’t worry, goddess, I’m not really drunk. I can still protect you just fine!”

Qin Mei gently shook her head, bent down, and leaned closer to Fu Yang.

Her delicate, alluring face was less than five centimeters from his, the scent of roses flooding his senses. Her petite, perfect nose, moist and tempting lips, and big, watery eyes.

The effect was electric—Fu Yang, who’d felt slightly dizzy from the alcohol, was instantly sobered, as if splashed by ice water.

Qin Mei reached out and pinched his cheek lightly, smiling. “With you guarding me so closely, how could I worry? Sister wants to invite you to KTV to sing a song, to thank you for saving my life!”

She laughed, straightened up, and stepped back, leaving Fu Yang savoring the lingering ambiguity.

“Haha… The goddess is actually showing me favor? Damn, there’s hope! Within a month, I’ll win Qin Mei’s heart and say goodbye to being a virgin!”

Fu Yang was inwardly ecstatic, but outwardly he remained composed. His reserved and awkward nature was evident.

The three of them walked together toward Haolede KTV in the Wanda Mall beside the school—Qin Mei had already booked a private room.

Fueled by alcohol, Fu Yang was as excited as if he’d been injected with adrenaline. He boasted in front of Qin Mei, claiming to have extraordinary talent, mastering any spell at a glance, and destined to become the king of ghost hunters.

They happened to run into some classmates, who greeted them and asked where they were headed.

Fu Yang patted his chest. “Qin the goddess is taking me to sing at K…”

Everyone stared at him in shock, then glanced at Qin Mei standing beside him.

Qin Mei smiled and nodded gently.

The classmates were left shattered, their worldview crumbling.

“No way, seriously? Fu Yang actually won over the goddess of our college?!”—That was the thought in everyone’s mind, as unbelievable as seeing a dog fly.

As they walked away, people shook their heads and lamented, “How did a flower end up in cow dung? Fu Yang’s obviously a nobody, but he’s really pulled off a comeback? Well, he is kind of good-looking…”

The three arrived at the KTV and went to the front desk to pay.

At that moment, a discordant voice rang out.

“Well, well! Isn’t this the broke loser who wants to eat swan meat?”

A wealthy second-generation in flashy clothes and sunglasses walked over, contemptuous smile on his face. Behind him trailed seven or eight thuggish men, arms bare and covered in tattoos, along with four or five heavily made-up women clutching pet dogs.

This was none other than Li Fang, whom they’d met once at the café in Fa Ke Town.

Back then, he’d tried to flirt with Qin Mei, but ended up humiliated by Ah Huang’s “Fart God Talisman.”

Fu Yang muttered under his breath, “What a narrow world! This arrogant brat again.”

Li Fang and his entourage surrounded them, their expressions unfriendly.

Others in the KTV lobby, seeing the scene, quickly edged away.

“Miss Qin, hanging out with these two losers really lowers your goddess status. Why not join us? We’ve got the largest, most luxurious presidential suite here.”

Li Fang boasted, even reaching for Qin Mei’s hand, which she deftly avoided.

The tallest, most muscular crew-cut in the group flexed his muscles and snorted. “Boss Li, should we just deal with these two losers on the spot? Break their legs, arms, whatever…”

Fu Yang’s face darkened and his expression grew cold.

He’d never cared to argue with these rich kids, nor did he bother with past incidents. But now they wouldn’t let up, even threatening to break his and Ah Huang’s legs!

That—he could not tolerate.

He’d trained in boxing for years, and now, thanks to absorbing the power of fierce ghosts, he was stronger than ever. He’d tussled with ghosts and monsters recently, and his horizons had broadened. A mere rich kid hardly mattered…

Suddenly, the heavily made-up women moved in, giggling and blocking Qin Mei, separating her. The men surrounded Fu Yang and Ah Huang.

“Fu Yang, don’t—don’t be impulsive! There are so many of them. Mr. Li, I think maybe there’s some misunderstanding…”

Qin Mei was anxious, wanting to help Fu Yang, but was tightly encircled by the women.

Fu Yang looked at Li Fang coolly. “What do you really want?”

“Well, well? Angry now, huh? Little loser’s got a temper. What do I want? I want…”

Suddenly, the pet dog squatted on the floor and left a huge, foul pile.

Li Fang’s eyes lit up. He pointed, “I want… you two to eat that dog’s shit! Ha, eat it, and my brothers will let you go today.”

Wahahaha.

Everyone burst into exaggerated laughter, clearly intent on humiliating Fu Yang and Ah Huang.

The crowd in the KTV lobby watched with relish, the plot now clear: rich kid versus loser, fighting over the goddess!

Fu Yang was about to explode and lash out, when suddenly someone grabbed his wrist.

He looked down—it was Ah Huang, who had just sobered up.

“Yang, fighting this kind of person only dirties your hands. Last time I made him fart, this time I’ll make him eat shit! Watch and see the power of a Taoist; you’ll be even more interested in learning the arts.”

Fu Yang grinned and nodded.

Ah Huang hid his hand in the wide sleeve of his robe, his thumb rapidly tapping the other four fingers. Then he pointed at Li Fang from a distance.

Fu Yang sensed an unusual wave shoot from Ah Huang’s sleeve and hit Li Fang.

A bald, tattooed man tried to curry favor. “Boss Li, want me to do it? If you want, I’ll shove that steaming dog shit right into their mouths.”

Li Fang stood motionless, then snapped out of it.

Under everyone’s astonished gaze, he suddenly tilted his head back and let out a strange laugh. “Hehehe, hahaha. How could such a delicious food as dog shit be left for these losers? I’ll eat it! Only I deserve to eat such a delicacy!”

Damn!

At those words, everyone present was left dumbfounded. (First update! Please recommend~)