Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 715 - 713: Do You Like It?

"This ordinary hair accessory isn’t at all deserving of the young lady..."

As the voice echoed, a group of people, like stars clustered around the moon, parted to let a young man walk through the crowd.

The young man was opulently dressed, the sword sheath at his waist encrusted with jewels that radiated an aura of wealth. His eyes, sizing up Qing Ling, concealed a hint of cunning and lust.

Feeling the young man’s gaze, Qing Ling’s petite brows furrowed, and she silently took two steps back, her face expressionless.

Seizing this chance, the young man observed the girl before him carefully, his breath catching momentarily in his throat.

Even though he had dallied with numerous beauties, he had never seen such an exceptionally refined and beautiful girl. Facing her clear eyes, which resembled calm autumn waters, his breathing grew slightly more rapid.

A smile touched the corners of the young man’s mouth, and he softened his tone, looking at Qing Ling, "Young lady, are you looking to purchase a hair accessory?"

Qing Ling remained unmoved; she pressed her lips together slightly, a trace of distaste hidden in her eyes.

Seeing her ignore him, the interest in the richly clothed young man’s eyes deepened. He licked his lips, glanced at the emerald hairband nearby, gave a slight shake of his head, then said to the Shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, bring out your finest hair accessories."

"Certainly, Young Master Li..."

Upon hearing his words, the stall owner’s lips twitched.

The young man before him was Li Xuyuan, the infamous wastrel son of Yellow Mountain Town’s Garrison Commander. He and his band of cronies were notorious for roaming the streets, indulging in food, drink, and entertainment, all without ever paying any silver.

The stall owner knew that if he brought out the hair accessory, he would surely suffer a loss. However, he dared not slight this profligate scion, fearing his wrath.

Just half a month ago, a stall owner had muttered a curse about Li Xuyuan’s insolence. Unfortunately, Li Xuyuan overheard him. The young master then had all the man’s limbs broken before having him thrown out of town, his fate—alive or dead—unknown.

With an inward sigh, the stall owner took a hairband from his stall.

This hairband was light gold in color, with a cluster of fine velvet at both ends. Under the sunlight, it radiated a faint golden glow, resembling a cluster of flickering golden flames—truly a stunning sight.

"Young Master Li, this is a Glowband. It’s woven from premium Lava Gold Crystal and Gold Sunflower Silkworm Thread. Wearing it can improve one’s blood circulation..." the stall owner explained.

The rich young man impatiently waved his hand and asked, "Is this the most expensive hairband here?"

The stall owner’s face momentarily stiffened, and he silently cursed the young man’s lack of appreciation. He then forced a smile and nodded, "This hairband is worth four thousand first-grade Yuan Stones. It’s the most expensive hair accessory in the shop."

"That’s fine."

A smile spread across the rich young man’s face. He casually took the Glowband, looked at Qing Ling, and said ardently, "Young lady, this hairband suits you. It’s just a small token from me. I hope you’ll accept it."

Meeting the rich young man’s gaze, Qing Ling’s petite eyebrows furrowed again. Apart from Luo Feng, she found everyone else quite abhorrent, and this rich young man was no exception. She involuntarily took a step back, grabbed Luo Feng’s sleeve, and only then did her mind calm slightly.

Noticing Qing Ling’s actions, the rich young man shifted his gaze and finally noticed Luo Feng, his eyes immediately turning cold.

"Young Master..."

The muscular Martial Artists waiting nearby glanced at Luo Feng. Chilling smiles appeared on their faces as they cast hostile looks at him.

Not wishing to lose his air of grace in front of the beautiful woman, the rich young man shook his head slightly, took a step forward, and looked at Qing Ling with a smile, "If the young lady does not fancy this Glowband, you can choose something else. As long as it can be found in Yellow Mountain Town, I can gift it to you."

"No need."

At that moment, a figure stepped in front of Qing Ling. Luo Feng had been watching the rich young man approach.

Patting Qing Ling’s small head, Luo Feng chided gently, "You want a hair accessory, why didn’t you tell me?"

Qing Ling pursed her lips, shook her head slightly, and quietly stood next to Luo Feng.

Seeing the affectionate air between Luo Feng and Qing Ling, the rich young man’s face darkened. He turned to Luo Feng, noting his superior, though somewhat aged, clothing material. The saber at his waist was just an ordinary, common steel blade. He couldn’t help but scoff, "What good would telling you do? I’m afraid even if you spent your entire fortune, you wouldn’t be able to afford this Glowband." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Upon hearing the rich young man’s words, the proprietress of the nearby shoe stall looked at Luo Feng, a glimmer of light in her beautiful eyes.

Luo Feng had just purchased a pair of Azure Lotus Cloud Pattern Shoes from her stall, made from the hide of a tier-three Demon Beast and worth four thousand three hundred first-grade Yuan Stones.

Four thousand three hundred first-grade Yuan Stones was not a small sum for an ordinary person, yet he hadn’t even frowned, directly taking out fifty second-grade Yuan Stones.

Shaking his head at the smirking rich young man, Luo Feng knew he had nearly forty Flame Fruits remaining. Including his other possessions, his net worth exceeded one hundred thousand second-grade Yuan Stones. In terms of wealth, even young masters from large families might not compare.

Walking over to the stall, Luo Feng picked up the emerald hairband. He placed down a silver note with a denomination of one thousand and said, "I’ll take this hairband."

His gaze falling on the hairband in Luo Feng’s hands, the rich young man’s smirk deepened.

This hairband is made of ordinary material, merely a decoration. But the Glowband in my hands can improve blood circulation and even aid a Martial Artist’s cultivation.

Whether it was price, style, or practicality, the two hairbands were worlds apart. Seeing Luo Feng buy the emerald hairband, he couldn’t help but mock, "Can you really present such a cheap trinket?"

Hearing this, the Martial Artists standing nearby burst out laughing, their faces filled with mockery.

Luo Feng paid them no mind. He walked to Qing Ling’s side and dangled the hairband in his hand.

DING... The tiny golden bell on it made a series of clear and pleasing sounds.

"Do you like it?"

Qing Ling looked momentarily stunned, then reached out and took the hairband. Her slender fingers flicked the little golden bell, and listening to its clear sound, a faint smile touched her lips. She nodded and murmured, "Hmm, I like it!"

Seeing Qing Ling cherishing the hairband like a precious treasure, the rich young man’s mocking smile instantly froze, and he seemed to turn to stone on the spot. He looked down at the Glowband in his hand, his expression dark.

CRACK!

With a forceful squeeze, the rich young man crushed the Glowband to pieces. The nearby stall owner winced, feeling a sharp pang of loss, but dared not voice his anger or distress.

Luo Feng understood perfectly why Qing Ling was so fond of this emerald hairband. With a subtle smile, he chuckled, "Let me put it on for you."

After carefully tying up Qing Ling’s long hair, which draped before her, with the emerald hairband, Luo Feng took a look and nodded, "It’s very pretty."

Upon hearing this, a rare blush bloomed on Qing Ling’s small face. She flicked the bell on the hairband and, looking up at Luo Feng with an elegantly sweet smile, said, "Thank you, Master."

"Master..."

Hearing Qing Ling address Luo Feng as ’Master,’ the rich young man was taken aback. His gaze swept over Qing Ling’s small feet peeking from beneath her skirt and landed on the faintly visible chain. A cold smirk touched his lips. So that’s how it is.

With a faint, cold smile, the rich young man stepped forward, sized up Qing Ling once more, then uttered disdainfully, "So, you’re just a slave."