Chapter 9: Well, a Very Cliché Plot

“Beautiful” was an understatement. The baron swallowed hard, his desires already stirring. Egged on by his lackeys, he lost all restraint and strode boldly into the center of the road.

It was a clichéd scene—a tyrannical young noble accosting a beauty—but the onlookers seethed with silent fury. Everyone knew the Bitsos family’s influence. Moreover, the girl was an elf—a noble in her own right—so ordinary citizens dared not intervene.

“What do you want?” A flicker of shame and anger crossed the beautiful elven girl’s face. Yu Sha was already consumed by regret. She had come to the imperial capital with her brother to conduct business. Her brother had warned her not to wander off, but she’d paid no heed. Having grown up deep in the forest, this was her first time in a human city—“prosperous” was the only word for it. Though elves cherished tranquility, the vibrant, exotic scenery had captivated the young girl completely.

So while her brother was occupied, Yu Sha slipped away from her maid and quietly snuck out. She’d heard how much human girls loved shopping—and she wanted to experience it for herself.

The enthusiasm of the crowds startled her, yet the situation remained manageable. Though some tossed flowers and whistled, none had crossed the line.

“Actually… humans aren’t as terrifying as the legends claim!” Little Yu Sha mused inwardly. Perhaps fate was playing a cruel joke. Just as her guard began to lower, a wolf appeared.

When it came to harassing girls, Baron Carl’s expertise was unmatched. The timid, birdlike girl before him sent his pulse racing. A notorious bully, he’d ruined countless human girls’ innocence—but he’d never laid hands on an elf.

Having laid eyes on her, how could he possibly let this little lamb escape? A lecherous grin spread across the baron’s face.

“Young master, isn’t this going a bit too far…?”

One lackey frowned. Ordinarily, abducting a commoner meant little—but this girl was an elf, and they stood in broad daylight, in public. The repercussions would be severe. The Nature Alliance would never tolerate it; this incident implicated imperial foreign policy.

“What is there to fear!”

Unfortunately, the baron was a fool—literally ruled by his lower half. What impact might this have on bilateral relations? Such abstract notions were beyond his comprehension. In his logic, given his family’s power, snatching an elf was trivial.

“You—block the road. Don’t let her escape.”

The other lackeys complied instantly, fanning out behind the girl to cut off her retreat. As the noble advanced step by step, Yu Sha’s heart filled with terror. She should have listened to her brother. But in this world… regret had no cure.

The crowd’s silence only emboldened the villainous young master. Yet not everyone would stand idly by. Xu Feng was the exception. Of course, he had no desire to play the hero—and fully understood the consequences of offending nobility. After all, having spent a month on Sea Blue Star, he’d grasped the local realities. Still, those reasons couldn’t justify standing by and doing nothing. Some things simply demanded action.

To do the impossible—yet do it anyway—Xu Feng simply couldn’t bear watching the arrogant noble bully such a delicate girl before his very eyes. True, the other side outnumbered him; a head-on confrontation would be foolish. So he began strategizing—how to outwit them. Glancing around, he spotted a nearby restaurant, its garbage bin brimming with rotten eggs.

Carl was smug, already fantasizing about violating the elven girl once he dragged her back. But pride precedes a fall. Suddenly, something struck his head. With a sharp *crack*, it wasn’t painful—but a foul stench immediately bloomed. A rotten egg.

“Who threw that?!”

Furious, the baron whirled around—only to be hit again. Slimy, putrid egg white oozed down his face. Carl gagged—and vomited on the spot.

Having punished the ringleader, the accomplices couldn’t be spared. As the lackeys charged toward him, Xu Feng hurled a barrage of rotten eggs. The nauseating stench filled the air; people scattered in panic. Chaos erupted. Seizing the moment, Xu Feng darted forward and seized the elven girl’s hand: “Girl—what are you waiting for? Run!”

“Oh!”

The situation had spiraled wildly. Yu Sha hadn’t reacted at all. Pulled along by Xu Feng, she simply followed, sprinting blindly.

“Damn it—catch him, now!”

Though Carl was a wastrel, he hailed from a prominent family—and had never suffered such humiliation. Enraged, he ordered his underlings to give chase immediately. He’d find whoever dared provoke the tiger—and make that boy wish he’d never been born. And that elven girl? She would never escape his grasp.

People were knocked aside; cries rose in waves. The bustling commercial street of the imperial capital had suddenly become the stage for a thrilling chase. Honestly, if it were just Xu Feng alone, escape wouldn’t have been difficult. But—as everyone knew—elves were physically frail, and this pretty girl clearly possessed neither magic nor martial skill. She rarely exercised, either. Soon, she was gasping for breath.

Using pedestrians as obstacles and erecting makeshift blockades could delay the pursuers—but sooner or later, they’d still be caught.

“Damn it!”

Seeing the狰狞 smiles on their faces, Xu Feng grew increasingly anxious. He suddenly crouched down: “Girl—get on.”

“What?”

“I’ll carry you on my back.”

“But—”

“Necessity knows no law—no hesitation.”

Yu Sha bit her lip—and finally climbed onto his back. Gripping her full, elastic thighs, Xu Feng mentally scolded himself. What kind of moment was this to be thinking such thoughts? He took a deep breath, banished the distraction, and surged forward.

It was faster than before—but as time passed, Xu Feng’s stamina waned. After all, he was an ordinary man. Though he’d always kept fit back on Earth, carrying someone was entirely different. No matter how light an elf might be, she still weighed seventy or eighty pounds.

The distance between pursuer and pursued slowly closed again. What now? Though Xu Feng despised these villainous young masters, he also knew—if caught, his fate would be… *sigh*. Saving a damsel in distress tasted anything but sweet.

Xu Feng seethed inwardly—but his feet never stopped. Racing down another street, a grand procession came into view—petals raining down, gongs and drums blaring. What was this? A wedding procession in this other world?

Curious, yes—but in this critical moment, there was no time to investigate. The pursuers had already closed in from behind—and the road ahead was completely blocked by the procession.

In short: he’d run straight into a dead end.

“Kid—where do you think you’re running now?”

The baron sneered, his face still streaked with rotting egg, emitting阵阵 foul odor.

Fear flickered across the elf’s face as she trembled on Xu Feng’s back.

“Girl—don’t be afraid!” Xu Feng reassured her.

“You can’t even save yourself—and still want to play the hero?”

“Can’t save myself?”

Xu Feng scoffed. True—the road ahead was blocked. But it was blocked by a moving procession—not a wall. Couldn’t he force his way through? He’d already caused enough chaos. Given the circumstances—what more was there to lose?

With that thought, Xu Feng lunged forward—and leapt into the crowd.

Baron Carl and every other villainous young master stood dumbfounded. None had imagined anyone would dare go further—dare to barge headlong into the imperial envoy’s procession, which was escorting the princess to seek medical treatment.