I Tame Beasts by Feeding

"Cang Lei Sect... Zhang Chengming, huh..."

Listening to the surrounding chatter, Yu Changsheng now had a better idea of who this man was.

The Cang Lei Sect was the strongest of the Six Sects, a fact that made its disciples carry a certain arrogance when facing people from the other five.

For Zhang Chengming to rank among the top ten disciples of the Cang Lei Sect, his strength spoke for itself. Even so, Yu Changsheng merely chuckled to himself, watching Zhang Chengming with a placid expression, completely unfazed.

"Hmph. Are you incapable of understanding me? I said I’ve already called this spot. Now get lost. Do you understand?"

Seeing Yu Changsheng remain unmoved, ignoring him completely, Zhang Chengming froze for a second before a flash of anger crossed his face. His voice turned cold.

"It’s over. Why is this kid trying to act so tough? Zhang Chengming has made it clear. If he had any sense, he’d just leave. There’s no shame in it."

"Now he’s done it. If Zhang Chengming gets angry, that kid is in for a world of hurt. He’s really painted himself into a corner now, hasn’t he?"

The onlookers watched the scene with rapt attention, relishing the drama. It was none of their business, so they were content to simply watch from the sidelines.

In the Cultivation Realm, might makes right. In their eyes, such unfairness was completely normal. There was nothing wrong with watching with cold indifference, and certainly no one was about to step in and stand up for Yu Changsheng and his companions.

And once they confirmed that Yu Changsheng was from the Wanxiang Sect, their cold indifference began to border on mockery.

"Everyone knows the Wanxiang Sect has been the weakest of the Six Sects for years. When faced with a prodigy like Zhang Chengming from the Cang Lei Sect, you should just back down. What a clueless fool."

Of course, many also recognized Zhang Tianwen sitting beside Yu Changsheng, which made the situation even more interesting.

"Hey, isn’t that Zhang Tianwen sitting next to him? The former number-one prodigy of the Wanxiang Sect, renowned throughout the Martial Continent. It’s a shame. If his Spirit Platform hadn’t been shattered, Zhang Chengming might not dare to be so brazen."

"He’s lucky he wasn’t completely crippled as it is. What does he have left to fight Zhang Chengming with?"

Only a select few knew that Zhang Tianwen’s Spirit Platform had been restored. For everyone else, their impression of him was frozen in time, at best recalling his battle with Yang Chengxu of the Spirit Dragon Sect.

This was precisely why Zhang Chengming dared to be so provocative. As for Shen Xingchen? That guy rarely acted, even within the sect, and was shrouded in mystery. Not even his fellow disciples knew his true strength, let alone these outsiders.

It was safe to say that besides Yu Changsheng and his own companions, everyone else thought he was overestimating his abilities. They watched on with great interest, none of them planning to intervene.

Among the onlookers, the members of the Spirit Dragon Sect were the most excited, their hearts filled with eager anticipation as they watched the scene unfold.

And just as everyone was staring at Yu Changsheng, the man who seemed to have been scared stiff by Zhang Chengming finally made a move.

He slowly set down his chopsticks and let out a breath. He glanced at Zhang Chengming, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a smirk. Then, with a flick of his right wrist, the contents of his cup—wine mixed with his own saliva—splashed directly onto Zhang Chengming’s face.

"And what gives you the right to come looking for attention from me? Are you starved for a father’s love? Well, I’m not your daddy, so I can’t give you the affection you’re looking for."

Looking at Zhang Chengming, who stood frozen with a stunned expression, Yu Changsheng’s own face was a mask of mockery. He spoke coolly and without mercy, each word a vicious blow meant to crush his spirit.

Zhang Chengming was completely stunned. The mixture on his face, carrying a strange scent, dripped from his forehead and down the bridge of his nose.

The arrogance in his eyes vanished. After the initial shock, he processed Yu Changsheng’s words. His face flushed crimson, and his shock gave way to a towering inferno of rage!

"You’re courting death!"

A furious roar erupted from Zhang Chengming’s throat, shaking the entire hall. Everyone was stunned, and the room exploded into an uproar.

"What’s going on? That guy... what did he just do?"

"Him? He’s completely screwed now. He actually provoked Zhang Chengming. Does he have a death wish?"

"Damn, he’s got some serious balls! I respect him for being a real man. When he gets beaten to death in a minute, I’ll even collect his corpse for him!"

Some were stunned, looking at Yu Changsheng as if he were a fool. Some were incredulous, staring at him in awe. Some praised his audacity, while others clucked their tongues in amazement. It was a panoply of reactions, but everyone was enjoying the show.

Every word from the crowd was another sharp stab at Zhang Chengming’s pride, making his already ugly expression even more sinister. As a famous prodigy of the Cang Lei Sect, he had been pampered since childhood. Everyone he met was unfailingly respectful. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

And so, he forcefully suppressed the killing intent in his heart. Gritting his teeth, he glared at Yu Changsheng, about to say something. But in the next instant, the sound of a resounding slap echoed through the hall, even more deafening than Zhang Chengming’s roar moments before.

SLAP!

The slap was crisp and loud. Yu Changsheng shook out his arm, looking at Zhang Chengming with a blank expression as he spoke coolly,

"I told you I can’t give you a father’s love, but I’m more than happy to serve you your favorite meal—a big slap to the face. I’m not stingy with those. How was it? Was that enough? If not, there’s plenty more where that came from."