Chapter 77: On Men’s On-the-Spot Reactions

Yin Fu's face flushed red as she nodded. Old Wang, however, didn't think too much about it. Motorcycles and beauties were an indispensable combination.

"Hold onto my waist, or I won't be responsible if you fall off," Wang Feng said with a smile. Since arriving here, he had been pent up for a long time, and now he could finally let loose.

Yin Fu climbed on, her small hands subconsciously resting on Old Wang's waist. The slick sweat where her hands touched made her feel a bit nervous. But before she could adjust, Old Wang twisted the throttle with his right hand.

Vroom!

The motorcycle shot forward, the powerful recoil nearly flipping Yin Fu over. Her hands, which had just been unsure of where to place themselves, quickly tightened around Old Wang's belt loops.

Oh crap!

"Junior Sister, don't pull down my pants!" Old Wang exclaimed in exaggerated laughter.

Yin Fu instantly felt her ears burning red, but she didn't dare let go. Her body stiffened, one hand still gripping Old Wang's belt, while the other clung to Wang Feng's waist.

Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!

The roar of the motorcycle filled her ears, the strong wind pressing against her sides. The cool morning breeze rushed past, gradually easing her tension and bringing a sense of exhilaration and novelty.

Aurora City was bustling, but there were few pedestrians on the streets early in the morning. Old Wang sped through, the motorcycle's roar echoing through the city as he headed straight for the western part. Soon, they were out of the city.

The road was lined with fine gravel, but the thick tires of the Generation Flame motorcycle glided smoothly, providing a comfortable and fast ride.

Ahead lay the continuous Stone Claw Mountains. A single path led from Aurora City to the peak of the first claw. Though not particularly high, the road was steep. From a distance, it looked like a road leading straight to the sky.

Old Wang was excited, his eyes gleaming at the sight of the steep slope. While speed wasn't the Generation Flame's forte, its true charm lay in its powerful engine, making it perfect for such steep ascents.

"Hold tight!" Old Wang shouted, twisting the throttle and channeling soul power. The recently repaired soul energy core burst into action.

Rumble!

It wasn't just louder; the motorcycle seat vibrated beneath them, the powerful engine pumping out relentless force. Two thick exhaust pipes spewed flames reminiscent of hell, propelling the motorcycle to sudden acceleration!

The terrifying thrust lifted the front wheel off the ground.

Even after having adapted to the speed, the sudden burst still startled Yin Fu.

Fortunately, she had learned her lesson and instinctively held tighter to Wang Feng's waist, her eyes tightly shut, feeling herself almost completely pressed against her senior brother.

Her mind... blank.

Several kilometers of steep incline, Old Wang raced all the way to the summit, where the sun had just fully risen.

From the high vantage point, Aurora City, shaped like an ellipse, seemed to lie at their feet, most of the city bathed in golden sunlight.

The city was vast, and only from this height did one realize how enormous it truly was, with buildings mostly two or three stories tall. Even landmarks like the Burj Al Arab, the Professional Center, and the Rose Holy Tower were barely visible amidst the sprawling urban landscape.

This was a magnificent world. Even though Nine Heavens, designed by him, was extravagant, it lacked the real-world impact of the scene before him.

When he returned to Earth, he would update a hidden city, accessible only to the luckiest players, modeled after this scale and character. Of course, he could also include characters like Dage, Lan Tian, and Ma Tan, who had defied him.

Old Wang suddenly felt a surge of emotion and let out a loud yell into the vast wilderness.

Beside him, Yin Fu was both excited and apprehensive.

In Datura Empire, despite her noble status, she was bound by countless rules and constraints. She had never experienced true freedom, having spent her life learning etiquette under her teacher, Gandharva. She had never imagined doing something like riding a motorcycle with a man at dawn.

A mix of guilt and unprecedented liberation filled her, even changing her breathing.

Seeing her senior brother's bold shout, she smiled. This was her senior brother—wise, serious, humble, and genuine!

Yes, genuine!

"Yin Fu, come, follow me. Shout loudly; it feels great." Wang Feng said, noticing her eagerness mixed with hesitation.

Yin Fu hesitated for a moment but then mimicked Wang Feng's shout...

Wang Feng couldn't help but laugh. She was clearly a well-behaved girl, probably incapable of even cursing.

"Loosen up more. There's no Gandharva, no Holy Sanctuary, just Yin Fu. Like me, make a fist, stretch your arm, and shout!"

Ah... Ah... Ah...

The first shout was the hardest. Yin Fu truly let go, shouting seven or eight times in excitement. The echoes reverberated through the valley, releasing her spirit and making her feel one with nature.

All her trivial worries and troubles vanished with those shouts, gone forever.

This was... incredible!

Looking at Yin Fu's flushed face from excitement, Old Wang suppressed a chuckle. In that world, his old habits had already been broken, but here, they became a novel experience. Seeing how thrilled this little girl was, he figured she must be utterly in awe of him.

Should he take this opportunity to take Yin Fu to the auction house and buy something?

Just as he was enjoying the thought, Yin Fu turned to him, "Senior Brother, I have a question."

"What is it?"

Yin Fu's eyes shone brighter than ever. This seemed to be a question that had troubled her for a long time. She hesitated briefly before asking, "I want to know... why didn't Senior Brother come to my birthday party last week?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Yin Fu felt her face flush. The courage she had mustered after her liberating shouts seemed to vanish in an instant.

Such a question was inappropriate for a well-mannered lady to ask.

Old Wang was stunned.

A birthday party? Last week?

Damn, ... I forgot.

There wasn't even a formal invitation. Who would remember it so clearly...

Even Old Wang is flabbergasted.

But at this kind of moment, especially now, he absolutely couldn't admit to forgetting. This was a great opportunity to get closer to the little rich girl, and he couldn't ruin this rare atmosphere.

"Sigh..." Old Wang let out a long sigh.

Yin Fu regretted asking as soon as she spoke. Her senior brother must have had his reasons for not coming. Someone as excellent and ambitious as him could easily forget in the midst of studying. After all, it was just a little girl's birthday. How could she use that to question her senior brother?

At this moment, with the morning breeze blowing, Yin Fu had sobered up quite a bit and felt particularly guilty about her rudeness. She really was being too childish: "Senior brother, don't mind me; I just said it offhandedly..."

Old Wang waved his hand, "Yin Fu, it's all my fault. Actually, it's because of a special gift!"

His brain was spinning rapidly, carefully choosing his words and emotions. Old Wang looked at Yin Fu affectionately, his eyes filled with love, like a respectable older brother and a caring father: "I've been preparing for a long time, wanting to give it to you at your birthday party. Unfortunately, fate didn't cooperate. Your birthday came, but my gift wasn't ready yet..."

Yin Fu was taken aback, and her guilty expression gradually turned into surprise, "Is that so? I thought you forgot. Actually, just coming here is enough; there's no need to bring a gift."

Indeed, Old Wang waved his hand grandly, "How could that be? You're my beloved little junior sister. Your birthday is so important, so I must prepare the most special gift. Unfortunately, I lacked a bit of inspiration and couldn't finish it. Next time, I'll make it up to you double."

Kind-hearted girls are always understanding, of course, the act still needs to be completed.

"Really, senior brother? What is the gift? It doesn't matter if it's not finished; can I see it?" Yin Fu asked curiously, full of anticipation.

...

Seeing Wang Feng silent, "Senior brother, whatever it is, as long as it's from you, I will cherish it."

Yin Fu looked at Wang Feng expectantly. Inside, Wang Feng was cursing himself, wishing he could slap himself. He should have stopped when he was ahead. Why did he have to show off?

What an idiot, he didn't have any gift.

But being an experienced man, Old Wang had a flash of inspiration, "Actually, last time we sparred, your profession is Exorcist, specializing in Soul Requiem. So recently, I've been working hard to create a Soul Requiem or an exorcism melody for you. I didn't expect it to be a bit difficult and only got halfway through."

Yin Fu covered her mouth in surprise. Indeed, it was her senior brother. As a Gandharva, no one understood how difficult it was to create a Soul Requiem better than they did. The Gandharvas' Soul Requiems were passed down over centuries. She didn't believe others, but with her senior brother, there might be a miracle!

Without hesitation, Yin Fu took out the harp she used in their last battle, the Gandharva's soul weapon, "Moon of Water."

"Senior brother, can you play it for me?" Yin Fu said excitedly.

"... " Old Wang was stunned. This was him trying to find a way out.

To be honest, Old Wang was very confident in his abilities. In the game *Nine Heavens*, there were eight professions, and he mastered the core and details of three auxiliary professions, completing tasks in the new world. But one person's energy is limited. For the other five combat professions, Old Wang only knew the core skill trees, which was enough to guide top players like Emperor Donkey and Master Bei. After all, they were already specialized, and he only needed to offer some guidance.

The Exorcist profession was the most complex among the combat professions. Old Wang was skilled in barriers, as they were often needed. As for melodies, he certainly enjoyed them. Those years, he made a living by playing music, but not the kind of highbrow music Yin Fu played. Rather, it was more like the raucous sounds of a trumpet and drum.

When the trumpet sounds, the show ends; next time, it's in a coffin... That seems to break the current mood.