I Can Merge Techniques

"A true man, when it comes to love, shouldn’t be so obsessed with a woman’s... uh... those trivial, superficial things."

"You should focus on her inner beauty, understand?"

"I wasn’t... I really wasn’t, Fan!" Jiang Yuanfan was on the verge of tears, feeling more wronged than anyone in history.

How had he ended up taking the fall for this out of nowhere?

Fatty, Zhao Tianxing, and the others lowered their heads, their shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

They were clearly struggling to hold back their laughter, but they didn’t forget to play along with Chu Fan.

They shot Jiang Yuanfan disdainful looks and, lowering their voices, condemned him in unison, "Exactly! So superficial!"

Jiang Yuanfan: "..."

He was so aggrieved he almost cried.

The instigator was clearly Chu Fan, but he didn’t dare expose such a powerful figure.

He could only silently suffer this undeserved disaster—after all, Chu Fan could shatter him with a single slap.

Meanwhile, Mo Yunzi subconsciously glanced down at her own chest.

She then raised her eyes to scan Li Qingxue before pursing her red lips thoughtfully.

A blush quietly crept onto her pretty face as her mind raced.

’So... he likes them... well-endowed...?’

After the bout of friendly banter, the group chatted and laughed as they headed toward the Moon Viewing Tower.

The Moon Viewing Tower was as bustling and noisy as ever, packed with guests and buzzing with conversation.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of wine and fine food.

Luckily, Jiang Yuanfan had reserved a table in advance—a large one by a window on the second floor with a wide view.

The group had just sat down and hadn’t even picked up the menus to order yet.

Suddenly, a clamor of footsteps came from the top of the stairs, accompanied by deliberately hushed rebukes.

A group of about a dozen young men and women, dressed in fine clothes and wearing arrogant expressions, appeared.

They all wore identical swords and sabers at their waists and exuded auras of cultivation—some strong, some weak—as they swaggered onto the second floor.

Each of them had sharp eyes, and they swept their gazes across the room with an overbearing arrogance.

The surrounding patrons, who had been noisy just a moment before, sensed the group’s imposing presence and tactfully lowered their voices.

They didn’t even dare to meet their eyes and voluntarily cleared a path.

The once boisterous second floor of the Moon Viewing Tower instantly fell silent. You could hear a pin drop!

This group of young men and women didn’t look for a table. Instead, they split into two lines in an open space in the middle of the restaurant.

With solemn expressions, they formed a passage, as if respectfully waiting for some important figure to come upstairs.

Fatty craned his neck to observe for a moment, then leaned close to Chu Fan’s ear and whispered, "Fan, judging by their clothes and the Tokens on their waists, they look like people from the Carefree Sect."

"Tsk, tsk. What a display. They’re certainly arrogant!"

Liang Qiu lightly tapped Fatty’s head with his chopsticks and chided in a low voice, "Quiet! Don’t talk while you eat. Mind your own business when you’re out. Remember that careless words can lead to disaster!"

Fatty rubbed his smarting head and grumbled resentfully under his breath, "I didn’t even say anything... Besides, Fan is here!"

"Fan is a big name in Qing Province! He’s a key figure in the Demon Suppression Bureau, so what’s to fear from them?"

Although his voice was quiet, in the exceptionally silent second floor, it still carried clearly to the ears of several Carefree Sect disciples not far away.

The faces of those disciples darkened, and they all frowned.

They shot malicious glares, sharp as knives, toward Chu Fan’s table!

Stared down by those hostile gazes, Fatty immediately shrank back.

He knew what was good for him and lowered his head, not daring to speak another word.

Chu Fan, however, frowned slightly, looking with some displeasure toward the waiter in the corner.

Because of the arrival of the Carefree Sect group, the waiter who should have come to take their order was now bowing respectfully to the side, not even daring to breathe loudly, completely ignoring their table.

"Carefree Sect..."

Chu Fan blinked, quickly searching his memory for information about this sect.

The name sounded vaguely familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but he couldn’t quite place it.

It definitely wasn’t any truly significant or major sect.

Otherwise, with his current knowledge and memory, it would be impossible for him to have no impression of it at all.

Besides, this Moon Viewing Tower was just a moderately famous establishment on one of the nearby streets.

In all of Qing Province City, it really didn’t rank.

The people who came to eat here couldn’t possibly be from major sects or great Noble Families.

While Chu Fan was pondering, Mo Yunzi, at his side, was already growing impatient.

She came from the Demon Dao, where the strong are revered, and she despised such pretentious displays of borrowed power.

In her eyes, these Carefree Sect disciples were nothing more than insignificant buffoons who couldn’t be taken seriously.

Yet here they were, acting all high and mighty and delaying her young master’s meal. They were simply courting death.

A cold, dark glint flashed in her eyes. Without raising her voice, she spoke coolly yet with an extremely piercing tone, "Waiter, come take our order."

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was like a sharp ice cone.

It instantly pierced the thin film of oppressive, solemn silence that had been deliberately created on the second floor.

SWOOSH—!!!

In an instant, the gazes of all the Carefree Sect disciples...

...shot toward Chu Fan’s table like poison-tipped arrows!

Their gazes were filled with the fury of being slighted, and they also hid a faint, indiscernible killing intent.

Li Qingxue and Liang Qiu’s hearts sank. ’This is bad,’ they thought.

’This Demon Dao Demoness is truly beyond arrogant!’

’She gave them no face at all, completely disregarding the Carefree Sect!’

In the corner, the waiter who had been standing so respectfully...

...was now pale as a sheet, his legs trembling. He looked like he was about to cry.

He was caught in the middle, not knowing whether to approach or stay put, and could only feel a chill run down his spine.

Two female disciples from the Carefree Sect, both with pleasant features, finally couldn’t hold back.

With darkened faces, they strode over with steady steps.

They stood before the table, looking down on the group with condescending eyes.