The Underwear Tycoon’s Rise, Chapter 36: Mine Is Too Much for You to Handle

Sometimes, being handsome truly is a source of trouble. No matter what you do, people are always speculating about you. Luo Xingchen sighed inwardly. But he quickly composed himself, and with two women and a cat in tow, left the inner city.

Soon they exited the inner city and entered the bustling outer city. They had barely walked a few steps when a voice called out from behind.

"Please wait, benefactor!"

The trio turned around. A tall monk was approaching at a measured pace. He was the one who had called out for them to stop.

Seeing the necklace hanging from the monk’s neck, made of human finger bones, Luo Xingchen’s expression turned amused.

"A wicked monk from the Western Yue continent—what are you doing here in Beixuan?"

The monk pressed his palms together, smiling amiably. "I didn’t expect such a young benefactor to be so knowledgeable, even aware of my reputation as a heretical Buddhist."

Luo Xingchen looked him up and down. "Notorious as you are, if I didn’t know you, I’d be ignorant indeed. Speak—what do you want?"

The monk replied, "It’s nothing major. I simply sensed a demonic aura from you."

Luo Xingchen asked curiously, "So, you think I’m a demon and want to convert me?"

The monk shook his head.

"The robes you wear, I recognize them. I also trust that the Supreme Qi Sect, as the foremost righteous sect of Beixuan, would never admit demons. You are not a demon, but you have recently been in contact with one. I merely hope you will tell me of the demon’s whereabouts, or, if you are harboring a demon, hand it over so that I may convert it."

"A demon, huh? I did encounter one before." Luo Xingchen nodded, casually pointing in a direction. "It went that way. You’d better hurry, maybe you’ll catch up."

"Benefactor, please don’t joke with me," the monk replied, not easily fooled by Luo Xingchen.

Luo Xingchen was surprised. "You look the part of a simpleton, yet you’re clever enough not to be tricked by me."

The monk’s mouth twitched, thinking to himself that if he fell for such a childish ruse, he’d truly be the fool.

His expression grew serious. "Benefactor, I hope you won’t be stubborn. Hand over the demon at once!"

Luo Xingchen replied, "And if I refuse?"

"Then don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

Luo Xingchen’s playful smile deepened. "Are you going to fight me?"

The monk declared, "I never attack the unarmed. Please, draw your weapon."

"My weapon..." Luo Xingchen shook his head. "Let’s not. Mine is too big for you to handle."

"Do not underestimate me," the monk said confidently. "No matter how big, I can handle it!"

Luo Xingchen still shook his head. "No, I won’t draw it. Just attack me directly."

"I never attack the unarmed," the monk repeated.

"Then don’t attack—just leave."

"If you want me to leave, hand over the demon!"

"Then attack me."

"I never attack the unarmed!"

"Then leave."

"Hand over the demon and I’ll go, or else don’t blame me for being impolite!"

"Then attack me."

"I never attack the unarmed!"

Back and forth they went, locked in a dead loop.

Eventually, the monk couldn’t take it anymore and broke the cycle first.

"Benefactor, don’t push me too far. In moments of necessity, I can break this rule!"

The monk stared at Luo Xingchen, a cold aura rising from him.

Luo Xingchen was curious, "Now you’ve said it, I really want to see what breaking your rule looks like."

The monk’s face darkened. He reached into his robes and flung a piece of iron at Luo Xingchen.

Luo Xingchen sidestepped, and the iron landed on the ground.

The monk was surprised. "Why didn’t you instinctively catch it?"

This trick had always worked for him, yet it failed with Luo Xingchen!

Luo Xingchen laughed, "Why would I catch it? What if you threw me a lump of dung?"

The monk narrowed his eyes. This youth was shrewd—a formidable opponent!

"Are you really not going to hand over the demon?"

Luo Xingchen replied, "I haven’t hidden any demon. How could I hand it to you?"

"Enough," the monk sighed, closing his eyes. "It seems you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin."

"I don’t cry even when I see a coffin," Luo Xingchen retorted.

"Words alone won’t help," the monk said calmly. "Hand over the demon and we’ll all be satisfied. Otherwise, I will take action."

"Then just do it," Luo Xingchen replied.

"I never attack the unarmed!"

"Then leave."

"I no longer wish to speak!"

"Then leave."

"I won’t speak!"

"Then leave."

"I—ah, damn it!" The monk was nearly driven mad by Luo Xingchen’s stubbornness.

He was on the verge of losing his temper when suddenly, sensing something, he looked up at the sky ahead.

His face turned icy. "Such dense demonic aura! Brazen fiend, showing yourself in broad daylight—you court death!"

He snorted coldly, glancing at Luo Xingchen. "You got lucky this time, benefactor. I’ll go subdue that great demon first. Next time we meet, you won’t slip away so easily!"

With that, he vanished.

Luo Xingchen gazed toward the direction where the demon aura surged and then dissipated, his eyes narrowing, a playful smile on his lips.

Wang Zhengyu, though unable to sense anything, mimicked him and looked in the same direction. Excitedly, she urged Luo Xingchen, "Senior Luo, is there really a demon? Is that the culprit? What are we waiting for? Let’s hurry and kill the demon, rid the world of evil, and make a name for ourselves!"

Luo Xingchen slapped the back of her head, scolding, "You know nothing, yet you want to join the fray? Careful, you might die before you know it."

Rubbing the spot where she was hit, Wang Zhengyu complained, "Senior Luo, can’t you stop hitting my head? There’s a saying: don’t hit people on the head, or you’ll turn into a fool."

"If you hit my head, you’ll turn me into a fool. It’s bad for both of us."

"'Fool' means an idiot," Wang Zhengyu explained.

Luo Xingchen looked at her, thinking how this girl, though young, had a collection of slang—like an old sow wearing a bra, layer upon layer.

Afraid he’d be angry, Wang Zhengyu lowered her head and added quietly, "Senior Luo, if you really must hit, pick a soft spot. It won’t hurt, and it’s better for both of us."

"Pick a soft spot?" Luo Xingchen glanced at her flat chest, then at her slim hips, his face showing a hint of disdain.

"You don’t have any soft spots."

Wang Zhengyu instinctively wanted to protest, but then realized Luo Xingchen was right. Tears almost welled up.

She snapped, "So what if my figure is poor? I haven’t eaten your rice!"

Luo Xingchen replied with a smile, "But you are eating my food now. Back at the Supreme Qi Sect, you ate my food too."

Wang Zhengyu was left speechless, frustrated yet helpless, for Luo Xingchen’s words were all true—she had no rebuttal.

After a long moment, she managed to find some excuse for herself, pretending to be indifferent. "Just a few pounds of flesh—who cares? We cultivators seek immortality and the Dao. How can we be burdened by such trivial matters?"

She spoke with righteous conviction.

Luo Xingchen smiled, "But you seemed very interested in the underwear I made. Now that you say this, perhaps your interest was false? Then I won’t prepare any for you."

Wang Zhengyu immediately clung to his arm, her face full of flattery. "Senior Luo, no matter what, I’m still a girl. It’s inconvenient for me to cultivate, so I really do need that kind of underwear."

Tie Pipi nodded, "Sister Yu’er is right. I’m also a girl, master. I want that underwear too."

Luo Xingchen replied coolly, "Don’t talk about pounds of flesh—you two don’t even have a few ounces. Whether you wear underwear or not makes no difference."

Tie Pipi nodded again, "Master is right. Sister Yu’er, let’s forget about it. It doesn’t seem very meaningful. Better let master feed it to the baby animals instead."

Wang Zhengyu asked irritably, "Pipi, whose side are you on?"

Tie Pipi said, "Whichever side makes sense, that’s the side I’m on."

Luo Xingchen said, "It’s obvious I make sense."

Wang Zhengyu was so angry she didn’t want to speak.

"Senior, Senior Luo!" A figure ran toward them from afar.

It was Xiao Yang from the Spring Pavilion.

He looked excited. "I was just about to look for you, and didn’t expect to run into you here! Senior Luo, I have good news. The plot of land you wanted yesterday—I found it for you and bought it. Would you like to see it now?"

Luo Xingchen asked, "Is it far?"

Xiao Yang shook his head, "Not far. It’s still within the city."

Luo Xingchen said, "Alright, since we have time, let’s go take a look."

The plot Xiao Yang bought was slightly northwest of the southern city gate.

The Spring Pavilion was directly aligned with the south gate on the central axis.

The three locations formed a triangular relationship. The site’s location was decent, and its area was large enough to accommodate five or six production lines with ease.

After a brief inspection, Luo Xingchen nodded, then said to Xiao Yang, "Demolish all the buildings on this plot. I’ll give you the blueprints for the new structures—have them rebuilt accordingly."