"Tang Family has always been true to their word. If we say we'll compete, then we'll compete. But let's agree beforehand, fists and feet have no eyes, so if anyone gets hurt, they can't blame anyone else." Tang Yan pushed Little Cui aside, rolled up his sleeves, looking eager to start.

Liu Yuan almost burst out laughing. This fool really is straightforward, saying exactly what's on his mind.

"Young Master Tang, you're indeed straightforward. Let's begin then! Everyone here, please bear witness for me, Liu Yuan, that it was Young Master Tang who said fists and feet have no eyes."

Their conversation had already caught the attention of those around them.

However, neither the Liu Family nor the Tang Family were to be trifled with, so naturally, no one dared to step forward as a witness. But privately, they all watched with anticipation, waiting for Tang Yan to make Liu Yuan bow his head.

"Young Master Tang, shall we begin?" Liu Yuan asked.

"Of course, let's start. But let me remind you, this folding fan in my hand isn't just any ordinary fan; it's a magical treasure. The eighteen ribs of the fan can transform into eighteen sharp arrows, piercing through iron and gold effortlessly."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yuan's expression changed. No wonder this guy dared to challenge him; he had a magical treasure to rely on. Such treasures are rare and hard to come by, even for a fortune. Although he didn't have one, Tang Yan, as the sole heir of the Tang Family, would surely have Tang Old Master find a way to secure a life-saving tool for him.

Just as Liu Yuan was about to say that magical treasures shouldn't be used in the competition, Tang Yan shouted, "Watch the treasured fan!"

With that, Tang Yan tossed the folding fan into the air, and with a "whoosh," it opened mid-air.

Hearing Tang Yan's words, everyone around looked up at the sky, including Liu Yuan's two guards, who were now watching the opened fan with great interest.

Magical treasures were rare in Yun City, and many young nobles had never seen one.

Liu Yuan's heart tightened, his eyes fixed on the fan in the air. He had been careless not to bring a weapon, and now his heart was filled with anxiety and anger.

A slight smile appeared on Tang Yan's lips as he charged forward, lifting a foot to kick Liu Yuan in the abdomen.

The kick was fast, fierce, and steady, hitting Liu Yuan's abdomen squarely. Poor Liu Yuan, who was gathering strength in his Dantian to withstand the "treasured fan's" power, suddenly felt a strong force from his abdomen, sending him flying and crashing heavily to the ground.

Everyone was stunned. What the hell just happened? Where was the promised magical treasure? How did Liu Yuan end up getting knocked away?

In his previous life, Tang Yan was a 9th Rank Alchemist, having faced countless threats. His indomitable nature made him battle-hardened, never giving his enemies a chance to catch their breath. Just as he kicked Liu Yuan away, Tang Yan charged forward again, straddling Liu Yuan and pounding his fists onto Liu Yuan's head.

Liu Yuan, having been kicked and then fallen, was already dazed. The rain of punches on his head quickly turned his eyes into panda eyes.

He tried to gather some true Qi, but his abdomen was in excruciating pain. Any slight movement felt like countless needles stabbing him, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

The continuous pain in his head constantly reminded him he was being beaten. Thinking about being beaten by someone whose Dantian was supposedly crippled, Liu Yuan felt like crying but had no tears.

Returning home this time, he wouldn't be rewarded. Instead, his father, ancestors, and others would likely scold him harshly. His hot-tempered father probably already had the whip ready.

Under the torment of shame, anger, fear, and pain, Liu Yuan finally blacked out, knocked unconscious by Tang Yan.

When the fan fell to the ground with a thud without any reaction, and Tang Yan kicked Liu Yuan away, the people around finally realized that this guy had no magical treasure at all; it was a Fing Hell sneak attack!

"Haha, Third Young Master Liu, you actually fell asleep!" Seeing the unconscious Liu Yuan, Tang Yan chuckled, rummaging through Liu Yuan's body and actually finding two thousand taels of silver notes and some loose silver.

Hearing Tang Yan's words, the people around twitched their mouths. Wasn't he knocked out by you? But more people looked at the unconscious Liu Yuan with pity.

Being knocked down by Tang Yan, a notorious wastrel, without any ability to fight back, this battle left Liu Yuan utterly disgraced. The Liu Family's reputation would surely take a hit.

"Wow, Young Master, you won!" At this moment, only Little Cui believed her young master had won fair and square, brilliantly.

"Of course, your young master is amazing, hahaha..." Picking up the folding fan from the ground, Young Master Tang elegantly fanned himself a couple of times, strutting away with a swagger.

The two Liu Family guards finally came to their senses, hurriedly lifting Liu Yuan and rushing back to the Liu Family...

The onlookers gradually dispersed, but the recent battle would undoubtedly become the talk of Yun City.

As for Tang Yan, he swaggered down the street with Little Cui, constantly pondering whether to use the two thousand taels he just won to buy a low-quality alchemy furnace or for something else.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Tang Yan's peripheral vision caught sight of a street selling medicinal herbs not far ahead.

A flash of inspiration hit Tang Yan, and he handed the thousand-tael silver note to Little Cui, saying, "Take this money and go to Baicao Hall ahead to buy three taels of thousand-flavor grass, one tael of green sandalwood incense, half a tael of dried peony flower, two taels of rice tree core..."

After listing more than a dozen herbs, Tang Yan stopped. Fortunately, Little Cui had a good memory, and after memorizing them, she took the silver note and headed to the shop.

Seeing Little Cui enter the shop, Tang Yan immediately went into another nearby herb store.

"Shopkeeper, give me two taels of crystal sand, three qian of pearl powder, nine qian of star grass, half a tael of butterfly flower..." As soon as Young Master Tang entered the shop, he shouted loudly.

Hearing Tang Yan's call, the shopkeeper's face lit up with a smile. Although Tang Yan's order wasn't large, the twenty or so herbs still amounted to a decent sum. After weighing them, the shopkeeper calculated with an abacus, leaving Tang Yan with just over three hundred taels of silver.

After having the shopkeeper wrap up the herbs, Tang Yan returned to the previous spot. After a while, Little Cui came out of the herb shop.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Young Master." Seeing Tang Yan, Little Cui said apologetically.

"It's fine, let's go." Tang Yan smiled. He knew his maid well; she was very meticulous, and the delay was likely due to her carefully checking the herb weights in the shop to ensure there were no mistakes.

"Young Master, where are we going?" Seeing that the young master wasn't angry, Little Cui felt relieved.

"Miaodan Workshop!"

"Miaodan Workshop? Young Master, what... what are you going there for?" Little Cui suddenly became anxious, fearing that the young master might be planning to cause trouble at Miaodan Workshop.

"Buying herbs at Miaodan Workshop, of course, is for refining medicine." Tang Yan said with a faint smile.

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Hearing Tang Yan's words, Little Cui quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Following behind the young master, she quietly observed his back. His swagger was still the same, but after serving Tang Yan for so many years, she felt that the young master was slightly different from before.

For instance, when buying herbs today, if she had delayed a bit in the past, the young master would have scolded her a little, unlike today, where he was so easygoing.