?61: 061: White Collar Beauty 61: 061: White Collar Beauty Tang Feng could affirm that Yang Zixuan would be all right, so naturally, he stepped back after completing his task.

    He then drove to Zou Mei’s place, and as he expected, the woman had gone out to set up her street stall again.

    Seeing the locked door, he feared that today both mother and daughter were at work.

    Tang Feng made a call to Mei Ling, instructing her to send someone to keep an eye on them, and he stressed that she must ensure their safety.

    As for the Red Dragon, there was still no news, as if he had vanished from the face of the earth, and even with Bing Ji’s ability, he couldn’t be traced.

    Tang Feng pondered in silence for a while, realizing his own power was still very limited and that he must make some changes.

    Of course, such things couldn’t be rushed.

    Looking at the Small Sumeru Ring in his hand, Tang Feng felt a surge of crisis.

    A family capable of crafting a Small Secret Realm certainly wouldn’t be weak, and they might be an enormous entity, so it was best to stay low-key.

    The Concealing Technique.

    This was a low-level secret technique with no offensive power, but it could shield one from the probing of low-level cultivators and was quite useful.

    In his past life when he was still scrambling about in the Cultivation World, the Concealing Technique had helped him out a great deal.

    Seeing that the Small Sumeru Ring in his hand was completely concealed, Tang Feng smiled with satisfaction.

    He didn’t show up where Zou Mei and her daughter were running their stall, but instead, he appeared inside a bar affiliated with the Red Dragon.

    Ever since he had tried the bar’s cocktails the previous time, he had grown fond of the diverse flavors.

    He had to admit that it was a kind of enjoyment he had never experienced before.

    The Immortal Realm had plenty of liquor, but it only pursued the Immortal Essence within it, and as for whether it tasted good or not, he really couldn’t tell.

    But the Mortal World was different: there were various kinds and different flavors, and as long as you were willing to pay, you could enjoy them all—very exhilarating.

    Indeed, it was an excellent place for leisure.

    The car Tang Feng drove belonged to Mu Qingwan.

    It was a very ordinary domestic car that appeared inconspicuous for everyday travel and wouldn’t attract much attention.

    Mu Qingwan’s beauty was truly difficult to resist.

    Encountering some ill-intentioned people would obviously cause trouble, but fortunately, she always kept a low profile, which saved her from many hassles.

    Driving her car with the lady herself absent, Tang Feng missed her but, tonight, belonged to Lin Yunqiu.

    After all the commotion he caused for her, it was only right to show some courtesy.

    The liquor at this bar was also very good.

    Although it differed slightly from the bars he had been to before, it felt nice.

    It was still early, so the bar didn’t have many patrons and naturally, wasn’t very lively.

    However, it was said that at eight o’clock a decent band was scheduled to play, and there would be an opportunity for close interaction with beautiful women.

    Tang Feng became somewhat interested; after all, beautiful women were not to be missed when given the chance.

    Since Lin Yunqiu wouldn’t come looking for him so early, he decided to relax for a while before then, of course, keeping his Divine Sense very alert.

    He couldn’t afford to be complacent in his current state.

    Still in the Innate Realm, he was far from invincible.

    If he was eliminated before he could rise, he could only blame himself.

    Savoring fine wine and listening to the soft melodies, time slipped by quietly, and the number of people in the bar gradually increased.

    Students made up a portion of the clientele, while young adults freshly in society formed the majority, followed by a substantial number of middle-aged individuals who had achieved success in their careers.

    The place was expensive, entirely focused on burning money to pass the time.

    Of course, there were many beautiful and fresh young women, as well as some seemingly not-so-upstanding individuals who invariably occupied one corner of the bar.

    Tang Feng quietly observed, realizing he could see many interesting things.

    During this time, Mu Qingwan called him; she had already arrived at the hotel and immediately informed Tang Feng, showing how much she valued him.

    Tang Feng really wanted to keep her company.

    How could he miss such a good opportunity to get along?

    He would drive over tonight and arrive by morning, giving her a surprise.

    After deciding, Tang Feng’s mood suddenly brightened.

    At that moment, a fragrant breeze came wafting by, and as Tang Feng turned his head, he saw a stunning white-collar beauty sitting beside him.

    Her delicate fingers lightly tapped on the tabletop, and a waiter immediately served her a green drink.

    It seemed like she was a regular customer; from the side, the woman looked fair and pure, her hair was very long, with big wavy curls adding to her charm.

    Such a woman with great charisma.

    Perhaps influenced by his previous life, Tang Feng had a special feeling for goddesses in professional attire.

    Honestly, the Mortal World’s taste in clothing really outdoes the Miao Immortal Realm by many streets; they are simply not on the same level.

    The ladies of the Immortal Realm, once donned in their dresses, exude elegance and grace, always remaining just so, whereas in the Mortal World, all types of personalities could emerge.

    Women with fiery dispositions dress openly—and with a closer look, you could see quite some benefits.

    For example, cold women, although they seem unapproachable, you cannot deny their allure.

    Often at times, women as cold as ice could be even more passionate and unrestrained than those fiery women.

    “Had your fill of looking?” A voice, cold to the bone, as if dropping into an ice cellar.

    Tang Feng’s eyes narrowed; he had only been focused on this woman’s charm but forgot to survey her with Divine Sense.

    He didn’t expect her to be an Innate Master.

    “I haven’t had my fill.” Tang Feng smiled faintly, unconcerned.

    The woman was taken aback, her previous words carried an Innate aura, which usually was enough to make others back off tactfully, but this time she had failed.

    This kid’s aura was robust; he turned out to be of the Innate Realm, so young, not simple at all.

    She put away her contempt, didn’t pick up Tang Feng’s conversation, and quietly enjoyed her own drink.

    “Great personality, very tasteful.” Gazing at her thin red lips, Tang Feng inwardly lavished praise.

    “Young man, better take care of your eyes,” the woman said, unaccustomed to Tang Feng’s glance, sharp as the wind, inescapable and indelible.

    “Would this sister really bring herself to act, when the world appreciates and admires beauty, or should that also be suppressed?” Tang Feng remarked.

    “Others are others, I am me,” the woman replied coldly.

    “Sister would do best to blur her face and remember, don’t be too overbearing.

    It might just cost you in the end,” Tang Feng chuckled.

    “Hmph!

    That’s my business.

    Today has truly been a letdown,” the woman said as she stood up and walked towards the bar’s exit, truly full of character.

    This kind of carefree attitude was something Tang Feng had greatly admired in the past.

    But now he thought it unnecessary; matters could be considered from many angles and handled in the best possible way, which always turned out better for him.

    “Beauty, how about we have a few drinks together?” A few young men in flashy clothes walked in through the door, their eyes lit up when they saw the Beautiful Lady, immediately blocking the entrance.

    “Get lost!” the woman replied coldly.

    “Spicy, I like it.

    Guys, I’ll pick this flower today; what do you think?” one of the young men said.

    “How could I hog it all to myself?

    A good dish should be enjoyed by everyone.

    Not bad, her face, her figure, simply perfect,” another said and reached out to pinch the cold woman’s cheek.

    “Hmph!

    A bunch of trash.” The woman employed both her hands and feet such that, by the time the doormen came in, several young men were already on the ground, wailing in pain.

    By now, their former bravado was gone.

    Raised in luxury, how could they have imagined that without even catching a glimpse, they’d end up beaten to a pulp?

    Each of their faces had been gifted no less than ten blows and there were internal injuries within their bodies, moving erratically like they had a life of their own, causing unbearable pain.

    “What are you wastrels waiting for?

    Catch her; I want her to wish she was dead,” said the young men, their pride wounded, their hearts turned ruthless.