Urban Immortal Doctor Master
Chapter 398 - 398 398 What qualifications do you have Second Update

398: 398: What qualifications do you have [Second Update] 398: 398: What qualifications do you have [Second Update] Zhao Jianghe looked at Tang Feng and first noticed that the young man was quite handsome, indeed very dashing, and secondly, was his demeanor, standing amidst the crowd without panic.

One must know that the people who had come today were all figures of status, yet this youngster did not seem nervous at all, very natural.

Zhao Jianghe couldn’t help but be curious.

To achieve this, there were three possibilities: one was that this youngster had not been exposed to much of the world, and ignorance brought fearlessness.

The second was that he had seen many such occasions, so he could appear very composed.

The third was that he might look down upon these people, holding himself above them, hence he was not intimidated.

No matter which it was, Zhao Jianghe could not afford to be careless today.

“Tang Feng, hello,” Zhao Jianghe extended his hand to shake Tang Feng’s.

He also subconsciously wanted to test him.

As a result, Tang Feng very naturally shook his hand, and Zhao Jianghe couldn’t help but regard him more highly.

“Sorry I’m a bit late; luckily, I made it in time,” Tang Feng said with a smile.

“No problem, it’s the thought that counts.

You guys chat,” Zhao Jianghe went off to greet other people.

Zhao Sirui stuck out her tongue, and her cute appearance made Tang Feng almost unable to hold back a chuckle.

“Hey, classmate Zhao Sirui, do you even see us?” Two of her close friends came up, scratching and pinching her, and several men wished they could switch places with them.

“Handsome, you’ve really got pull, making Sirui distracted all night long.”

“It’s not that serious, right?

There are plenty of handsome guys here,” Tang Feng glanced over at Zeng Ming and the others.

These young men managed to keep their smiles, not bad, they were noble family’s sons, holding their composure well.

One girl laughed, “That’s why you have face value, many handsome guys here couldn’t even get a smile from Hong Yan, I wonder where this young man is from?”

“What, you’re interested in me?” Tang Feng was direct, causing the girl to blush with embarrassment.

“I would like to, but I’m afraid someone wouldn’t consent.”

“What are you talking about, silly girl,” Zhao Sirui revealed a very feminine side that made Zeng Ming and the others hate Tang Feng even more.

How did this upstart deserve such favor?

Having captivated souls on just the first day of school.

He couldn’t stay.

The group exchanged glances, hatred showing in their eyes.

Dong Zhicheng stepped forward two paces, “Hello, young brother, what do I call you?”

“Tang Feng.”

“There doesn’t seem to be a noble Tang family in the Capital City,” Zeng Ming smiled slightly, his heart settling.

He spoke loudly, wanting those around to hear.

“I’m a nobody from the countryside, not a son of a noble family,” Tang Feng said with a smile.

“No wonder you’re so poorly dressed,” Li Xingchen suddenly interjected, “Sirui, don’t be fooled by someone’s appearance.”

“Xingchen brother, what are you saying, he is my friend,” Zhao Sirui’s face darkened.

“Sirui, Xingchen is right, you are so beautiful and come from a good family; it’s inevitable that some people will have ulterior motives, you still need to be careful,” Dong Zhicheng said with a smile.

“That’s right, time will reveal a person’s heart,” Zeng Ming also said.

The two close friends dared not respond, feeling that things were being blown out of proportion.

No matter what someone’s status was, as a guest, they should be treated accordingly.

This was somewhat excessive.

Tang Feng just smiled faintly, unbothered, earning silent praise from the girls.

That elegance, that demeanor—he truly stood out from the crowd.

Some men are just destined to be looked up to.

Zhao Sirui linked arms with Tang Feng, “No matter what his status is, he’s my classmate, my friend.”

Zeng Ming and the others almost exploded with rage seeing Zhao Sirui holding onto Tang Feng.

“Sirui, don’t be mad; they’re speaking the truth, after all, maybe I do have some scheme in mind,” Tang Feng said with a laugh.

“Ah, how annoying,” Zhao Sirui was somewhat disappointed when she saw Tang Feng finally wink.

Clearly, Tang Feng truly had no particular intentions toward her; he was just speaking his mind.

“Sirui, come and cut the cake,” Zhao Jianghe, noticing that Zeng Ming and the others didn’t look too happy, promptly tried to ease the atmosphere.

Zhao Sirui had no choice but to let go of Tang Feng and step up to the stage.

“Kid, stay away from her, she’s not for you,” Li Xingchen sneered.

“Indeed, you’re not qualified.”

“One must be self-aware.”

Dong Zhicheng and Zeng Ming squeezed Tang Feng, implying that they could go up to the front stage, but could he?

With a look of disdain, they noticed that Zhao Sirui on the stage had been watching Tang Feng all along.

Seeing him being pushed to the back by the crowd, she naturally couldn’t stand it.

“Dad, I’d like to invite my classmate up to help me cut [the cake].”

“Nonsense.

I don’t mind whom you befriend privately, but today of all days, aren’t you aware of the situation?

If you let him come up here, those people will devour him.

You’re not helping him, you’re hurting him,” Zhao Jianghe said in a low voice.

“Dad, I was wrong,” Zhao Sirui actually believed her father’s words and her face was once again beaming with a radiant smile.

Because he was here, her birthday today was a happy one.

Ha—

A bunch of ants, but I’ve found a fine cauldron.

Suddenly, the sky thundered and lightning cracked, as a dark cloud moved from afar to above the crowd in an instant.

The next moment screams erupted, and everyone scattered in terror.

“Cultivators!” Zeng Ming and the others were so scared they didn’t dare to move.

Being sons of noble families, they had seen Cultivators before, but only those from the Gathering Spirit Realm.

The Cultivators now approaching with swirling winds and thunder were clearly much more powerful than any they had previously seen.

A few Cultivators landed in the garden.

After scanning the crowd, their gaze finally locked onto Zhao Sirui.

“Girl, from now on, you are going to be my cauldron,” a middle-aged Cultivator said excitedly.

“I have seen the Immortal.

May I inquire what ‘cauldron’ means?”

“Ha— A cauldron is an old man’s woman; are you her father?” the middle-aged man said with a smile.

“Yes.

I beg the Immortal to spare my daughter.

She has only just started university and is still young.”

“Not young at all—the parts that should be big aren’t small.

Old man here likes her very much.” With a flick of his hand, the middle-aged man pulled Zhao Sirui towards him.

Zhao Jianghe hurriedly tried to pull his daughter back, but his strength was obviously insufficient.

Just as she was about to be embraced by the middle-aged man, a voice rang out.

“If you dare touch a single hair on her head, I’ll take your life.”

The middle-aged man’s gaze immediately locked onto Tang Feng.

At that moment, Tang Feng became the center of everyone’s attention.

Tang Feng stood there with his arms crossed, leaning against a tree, exuding an air of nonchalance.

“Kid, you’re seeking death.” A Cultivator behind the middle-aged man struck towards Tang Feng.

A black light enveloped Tang Feng like a ghostly shadow.

No!

Zhao Sirui was terrified—and everyone was stunned by the display of the Cultivator’s prowess; after all, they were merely mortals.

This must be the end for Tang Feng.

Deep down, Dong Zhicheng and Zeng Ming felt a slight sense of satisfaction.

But with a casual wave of his hand, Tang Feng released a wail, and the Cultivator who had made a move suddenly collapsed on the ground.

This turn of events was completely unexpected by all.

The middle-aged man’s face turned grave, and he halted his hand; Zhao Jianghe quickly pulled Zhao Sirui to the side.

“Didn’t expect to find a hidden Cultivator among you.

Lad, are you sure you want to meddle?”

“Leave or die!” Tang Feng’s lips curled up, and he looked at the middle-aged man indifferently, stepping closer without pause.

Gulp!

At first, the middle-aged man thought of making a move, but gradually he felt his Cultivation being suppressed; he was nearly scared out of his wits.

As Tang Feng closed within six feet, the middle-aged man suddenly shot into the sky and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Leaving his several disciples behind.

Tang Feng looked at the remaining Cultivators with a smile, and they instinctively soared into the sky.

Bang!

Like fireworks, their figures burst into a cloud of black mist and vanished without a trace.

Such prowess left the onlookers breathless; powerful Cultivators were easily handled like lambs by Tang Feng.

He was incredibly badass.