Chapter 42: Losing One's Mind

"Young General Lü is drunk. Someone take him down to rest!" A captivating woman in her early thirties stepped forward. She was Su Yuya, the nominal manager of this Drunken Dream Pavilion.

It had to be said that Lü Shenmo, as the God of War of Great Cang, still commanded a certain degree of prestige. Had anyone else caused such a scene, they would have long since been beaten and thrown out with clubs, let alone having a drunken episode brushed off so lightly.

"Get lost! This young master is not drunk!" Lü充 swept the items off the table with a wave of his hand and said with mild anger.

"Where did this drunkard come from? Such behavior, where is the decorum!" Seeming somewhat impatient, Huangfu Mingfeng rebuked coldly.

"Impudent, eyeless wretch! How dare you meddle in this young master's affairs!" Huangfu Mingfeng had always kept a low profile and rarely went out, to the extent that Lü Chong did not even recognize who he was, throwing his words right back at him.

Moreover, judging by his demeanor, Lü Chong was actually preparing to march right over. The people inside the private compartments all remained silent, preparing to watch the good show that was about to unfold.

The two compartments were not far apart, and within a moment, Lü Chong kicked the door open with an arrogant swagger. The scholars sitting in the back rows stared eagerly at the big shots in the front row, waiting for them to make a decision.

Although the Lü family had no deep foundations to speak of and Lü Shenmo came from a humble commoner background, he had managed to climb to the position of the God of War of Great Cang, someone not easily provoked by ordinary individuals or clans.

Such troublesome matters were best left to the heavyweights in the front row to handle!

"So you're the one looking for trouble with me!" Lü Chong glared at Huangfu Mingfeng, speaking with extreme arrogance.

Although Lü Chong felt that Huangfu Mingfeng looked somewhat familiar, he didn't dwell on it. After all, though both resided in the capital, they had rarely crossed paths, and those encounters were from a long time ago.

Added to the fact that both were currently at an age of rapid physical growth, it was only natural that Lü Chong failed to recognize Huangfu Mingfeng.

Furthermore, for some unknown reason, ever since entering this room, Lü Chong had been plagued by a mounting sense of agitation and an inexplicable feeling. This sensation grew increasingly intense, making him lose track of what he was even doing.

Huangfu Mingfeng did not speak; he merely stared at him coldly, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Asking for a beating!" Unsettled by such a gaze, Lü Chong made a move to strike forward.

If Lü Shenmo still possessed a fair share of tactical cunning, Lü Chong was far simpler; nothing felt more gratifying to him than solving problems with his fists.

A large hand blocked Lü Chong's path. Earlier, it was merely a verbal dispute, which they could choose to ignore. But now that Lü Chong was actually resorting to violence, Huangfu Mingfeng's guards naturally had to intervene.

In fact, it wasn't just Huangfu Mingfeng's guards; the guards of the others could no longer stand by idly either. They certainly couldn't allow an imperial prince to be assaulted in public.

As the son of the God of War of Great Cang, Lü Chong's martial talent was naturally exceptional. Though only sixteen years old, his internal cultivation had already reached the first-rate mortal realm, while his external cultivation surpassed his internal training, having attained the grandmaster-equivalent supreme tier.

In terms of external cultivation alone, Lü Chong actually surpassed Wang Yu and had already reached the same level as Xiao Buyu. Yet Xiao Buyu was already eighteen, whereas Lü Chong was merely sixteen—the difference in their prowess was self-evident.

"So you have backing after all!" Although he was blocked by Huangfu Mingfeng's early-stage grandmaster guard, Lü Chong remained utterly unconcerned. With a father who was the God of War of Great Cang, Lü Chong could not discern the exact level of the man blocking him, but at most, a grandmaster-level entity was not enough to frighten him.

"Young Master Lü, I advise you to leave as soon as possible. Some people are simply not persons you can afford to offend!" The shockwave generated by Lü Chong's initial clash with the grandmaster had blown over the wine kettle on Zhao Kuangwei's nearby table, splashing Zhao Kuangwei all over and prompting him to speak with evident displeasure.

Before the previous meddler could be dealt with, another one popped up. Impatiently, Lü Chong glanced to the side, only to be greeted by several peerlessly beautiful faces.

Ignoring the displeased Zhao Kuangwei and bypassing the quietly poised Wang Yu, Lü Chong strode forward in great strides.

Under normal circumstances, although Lü Chong was somewhat fond of beauty, he would never have done something so bereft of reason. But perhaps due to the alcohol, or perhaps due to other reasons, at this moment Lü Chong seemed utterly bewitched.

Seeing this develop to this stage, Wang Yu had no choice but to reluctantly step forward and block Lü Chong. The guards who had entered this compartment were all grandmasters. Even though Bai Ruolan's father was the Minister of Rites, how could he possibly have the strength to dispatch a grandmaster to protect her when he didn't even have such a guard by his own side?

Even among the direct descendants and heirs of the Four Great General Estates, the Four Great Clans, and the Six Great Noble Families, their personal guards were merely at the early or mid-grandmaster stage, lacking even a single late-stage grandmaster.

Moreover, not all of them brought guards along; at least, people like Liu Ruyan, Xu Qing, and Beiming Qingying were accompanied only by peak acquired-realm martial artists or half-step grandmasters, rather than true grandmasters.

Therefore, when Lü Chong's grasping hands reached toward the young women, Wang Yu had no choice but to step in and stop him.

"Young Master Lü, Brother Zhao's words just now make sense. Some people are simply not people you can afford to offend! If you cannot control your own paws, then you might as well lose them!" Wang Yu said with a displeased tone.

Although it seemed he had once again been dragged into the center of the conflict—leaving Wang Yu inwardly suspicious—Lü Chong had actually dared to stretch his hands toward Bai Ruolan and Beiming Qingying, so Wang Yu naturally wouldn't give him a pleasant expression. After all, one of these women was his betrothed, and the other was a maiden who stirred ripples in his heart.

"Young Master Yu, my apologies. This handmaiden will immediately have someone escort Young Master Lü out!" Su Yuya hurried in and said apologetically.

Though she was merely the nominal manager of the Drunken Dream Pavilion, Su Yuya naturally knew the identities of the people in this compartment. She had initially thought Lü Chong would restrain himself upon seeing these figures, but who could have foreseen the situation spiraling further out of control? She dared not sit back and watch any longer.

"Get lost! How dare you curse this young master? Today, I will crippled you!" Lü Chong shouted, still brimming with arrogance.

He had heard the words "paws" crystal clear, and upon hearing that someone dared to curse him, how could he possibly let the matter rest!

"And these little beauties, this young master is claiming them today as well!" With that, Lü Chong actually reached out his grasping hands once more.

"Take him down!" Seeing Lü Chong stirring up trouble again, Su Yuya was about to order people to drag him away, but Wang Yu coldly spat out those three words instead.

A ghostly figure suddenly materialized behind Lü Chong, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him up effortlessly as if he were a mere chick. Throughout the entire process, Lü Chong was utterly powerless to resist.