Only I Cultivate
Chapter 47: The Ball (3)

Chapter 47: The Ball (3)

Luo Ri wasn’t the head of the Luo family for nothing. The aura he emanated was one of the strongest Feng Fan had ever felt, suffocating and oppressive. Yet, he showed no fear.

Feng Fan had confronted a God-tier ghost like Bloody Mary and lived to tell the tale. What did a Luo Ri amount to?

"Hmph, and who are you to ask who I am?" Feng Fan sneered, an arrogant expression forming on his face.

The crowd, intrigued by his audacity, glanced at him with interest. Who was this young man?

Luo Ri was momentarily taken aback, his brows knitting together in confusion. "Who are you?"

"I’m your father!"

A few muffled chuckles slipped through the crowd, but most held their laughter in check. Realizing he’d been played, Luo Ri’s expression twitched with irritation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming today," a soft voice echoed through the hall, drawing everyone’s attention, including those at the doorway. "My father will soon arrive, but for now, let’s start our ball with music."

Luo Ri shot one last disdainful look at Feng Fan before moving inside. "Let’s go."

Luo Xiu and Luo Qi followed behind him, while Luo Li hesitated, casting one final glance at Feng Fan before choosing to follow her father.

Watching her retreating figure, Feng Fan couldn’t help but smile.

’A beautiful girl, music, and good food. It seems this night will be better than I thought,’ he mused, striding confidently into the salon.

The salon was grand but not overly extravagant, with tall crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden glow. Marble pillars lined the walls, while glass tables with six chairs each were neatly arranged around the room. At the center of the salon, an open space awaited those interested in dancing.

Feng Fan glanced to his left and immediately spotted what he had been waiting for—food.

His stomach growled in protest, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten anything for the last six hours. Like a ravenous wolf, he pounced on the table, grabbing a bite of every interesting dish he saw, stuffing his mouth without a second thought.

Since the food table was usually just for show at events like this, most guests couldn’t help but notice his uncouth behavior. A well-dressed lady wrinkled her nose in disdain.

"Who is that peasant? No manners at all," she muttered, her tone dripping with contempt.

"Probably some lucky commoner who survived a ghost attack and awakened," her companion replied with a mocking smile.

They deliberately spoke loudly, drawing even more attention to Feng Fan. Director Mao, the man secretly responsible for organizing the event and bringing Feng Fan here, couldn’t help but shoot him an ugly look.

’I should’ve asked Luo Li to teach this boy some manners,’ he thought with a grimace.

Amidst the murmurs and disapproving glances, one person didn’t seem to care despite his high upbringing. He approached Feng Fan with a casual smile.

"Hey, Feng Fan. Isn’t the food good?"

Turning to his side, Feng Fan saw Wu Yunru standing there, holding a piece of cake and a spoon. After swallowing the food still in his mouth, Feng Fan gave him a thumbs-up.

"You were completely right. Good brother!"

Wu Yunru laughed, clearly amused by Feng Fan’s lack of decorum. He didn’t care much about etiquette himself—his curse had already ensured that most people avoided him anyway. At least Feng Fan didn’t seem to mind.

But before they could continue chatting, a disdainful voice rang beside them.

"As expected, birds of a feather flock together... The Wu family’s ’young master’ is truly uncouth, just like his friends."

The speaker was a handsome young man with golden hair, followed closely by three lackeys. An irritated look flashed across Wu Yunru’s face, but a smirk soon replaced it.

"Oh, good evening, Jia Jing. How’s your marriage going? Oops! My bad—I forgot you can’t marry anymore after your awakening... After all, which girl would want to marry an impotent man?"

Jia Jing’s face twisted in fury. His curse was impotency, and the news had been kept secret—only a few knew about it. His arranged marriage with his childhood sweetheart had been annulled because of it, leaving him practically an eunuch overnight.

But how did Wu Yunru know? Luck, of course.

"Wu Yunru, you—!"

"Fuck off, you’re blocking the food," Feng Fan interrupted, shoving Jia Jing aside to grab a grilled salmon behind him.

Feng Fan’s push sent Jia Jing staggering, almost falling to the ground. His lackeys managed to catch him just in time, but his face twitched with rage.

"You peasant, how dare you push me!" he shouted, eyes blazing with anger.

Feng Fan glanced over his shoulder, dark flames flickering within his eyes. "You called?"

The moment their gazes met, Jia Jing felt as if a cold hand gripped his heart, nearly stopping its beat.

’Those eyes... they’re not something a human should possess!’

Without another word, Jia Jing turned on his heel and hurried away. "Make way!" he barked, shoving past his lackeys.

"Hey, what’s going on, Jia Jing?" one of his lackeys asked, chasing after him, utterly confused by his sudden retreat.

Feng Fan watched him leave, a grilled salmon still in his mouth and faint black flames dancing around his eyes.

Wu Yunru came up behind him and gave his shoulder a light tap. "Wow, you made that arrogant prick back off. Good job, Feng Fan."

Feng Fan smiled bitterly. ’Can you not touch me so much? I’ll get unlucky.’

"Who was that guy?" he asked.

"Jia Jing," Wu Yunru replied. "He’s one of the three sons of the Jia family head—a powerful family in the capital with many members inside SIF. I heard his brother is set to marry our leader, Luo Li. Though it hasn’t been confirmed yet."

Feng Fan spat out the salmon in his mouth. "You say what?!"

The words struck him like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, it felt as if something was gripping his heart—like someone had taken something precious from him.

Wu Yunru raised an eyebrow at his reaction but soon understood.

’Ah, that’s right. This guy’s curse is being madly in love with Luo Li, something I tend to forget because of how casually he acts most of the time.’

A knowing smile crept onto Wu Yunru’s face. "Brother, if you’re jealous, you’d better act fast. Look over there."

A few meters away, Feng Fan spotted a handsome man with golden hair—similar to Jia Jing’s—approaching Luo Li.