Chapter 103: Poor Tom

Lu Mingfei had seen a picture online, one he came across while browsing Tieba in Su Lin’s world.

Two Japanese high school girls sat on either side of a little boy, radiating overwhelming pressure.

Lu Mingfei felt he was that little boy, trapped between two female hooligans on a sofa.

He sat dead center on the sofa, with Jiude Mayi and Su Enxi flanking him on left and right.

"Oh? Shy?" Jiude Mayi tilted Lu Mingfei’s chin up. "Hmm, compared to that ultimate evolved type of boss, this shy little boy is more my style."

With a sharp slap, Su Enxi knocked Jiude Mayi’s fingers away.

“Can you stop dawdling and just get on with it? It’s just a third-person movie—don’t tell me you’ve started identifying with the character?” Su Enxi mocked.

“Oh? Jealous?” Jiude Mayi laughed, her orange eyeshadow making her smile even more alluring.

“Gulping.” Lu Mingfei swallowed hard, restless and uneasy—he regretted that beyond cultivation, he’d learned almost no spells, especially escape techniques, which he didn’t know at all.

If only he had the Taiyuan Escape Art right now.

“Ladies, could you speak something we can understand?” Lu Mingfei said weakly. “If you need a drink companion, I’d recommend…”

Su Enxi cupped Lu Mingfei’s face and rubbed it. “I’m calling you out tonight, no one else!”

“I want to see your boss!” Lu Mingfei protested. He was genuinely panicked—this wasn’t the script.

“He’s busy splitting from the Big Boss right now. Kid, come on, drink!” Su Enxi picked up a glass of champagne and pressed it to Lu Mingfei’s lips. “Or do you want me to feed it to you?”

“After you drink, we’ll chat about the little boy Lu Zhi’en and his parents in the TV drama.”

“Pfft!” Jiude Mayi spat out her drink.

Completely unaware of his situation, Lu Mingfei mindlessly began his first night as a host.

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“If you’re willing to teach, you can charge some tuition,” Su Lin said to Lao Tang. “They’re in arms dealing—they’ve got money.”

No entertainment appeared, so everyone just chatted; the female-oriented nightclub atmosphere didn’t resonate with those present.

“Greenbacks?” Lao Tang asked tentatively. “U.S. dollars work too.”

“I mean cultivation resources or treasures,” Su Lin corrected, finding it amusing. “You’re a Dragon King—can’t you charge something more prestigious?”

“You saved my life, and Konstantin still needs your help. I’ll just take a few million dollars as a token,” Lao Tang said, munching on skewers.

“One thing at a time—Lu Mingfei already paid.”

Lao’s payment must wait, but the generous reward is worth waiting for.

【Heaven Forgets】 He can no longer train diligently—he fears his current self is too compatible with this technique.

He still craves fine food, glances at beautiful women, wants to try interesting things, still gets angry at injustice, still feels pity for the pitiful.

If he keeps cultivating, he might reach only the Divine Transformation realm—before he inevitably adopts a completely heavenly perspective on all things.

Hmm, sounds rather boundlessly compassionate.

“Let him come over first—I don’t know if I can teach him,” Lao Tang said. His alchemy sits at the peak of both Dragon and human knowledge; teaching basic concepts isn’t the issue—it’s whether this man has talent.

As for payment, he’s reportedly wealthy, mass-producing treasures in other worlds. He once abused his replication ability to sell fakes too brazenly and is now in transition.

He himself was curious about such a strange ability—analyzing items and powers from other worlds was interesting to him.

Su Lin sent messages to Emiya Shirou and Ye Fan, informing them he’d found an alchemy teacher—once they were free, they could send the man over.

Norten as a teacher means no need to go to Cassell or hunt down half-blood alchemists.

“I hope his brain isn’t too slow—alchemy is a science,” Lao Tang looked up at the crystal chandelier, thinking. “Though maybe there’s some mysticism too.”

“Who knows?”

Alchemical matrices, alchemical lifeforms, alchemical artifacts—Dragon alchemy’s history in this world predates even human history.

“That guy over there—is that Lu Mingfei?” Kleen’s tone was uncertain.

“Huh?”

Everyone turned to see a man staggering as if shaking, hair disheveled, his white shirt splattered with food stains and liquid marks.

A lipstick print on his face, plus fingernail scratches and palm prints.

His eyes were hollow, gaze vacant; passing waiters nearly dropped their trays upon seeing him.

“What happened?” Lao Tang couldn’t help blurting out.

“Maybe we should call it a night,” Kleen said. “He looks miserable enough already.”

Kleen thought of the beggars on Dong Bailang Street—Lu Mingfei’s state could perfectly portray one.

Su Lin nodded blankly. Is being a male host really like this? Today was truly an eye-opener.

It seems every profession is hard.

“Lu Mingfei,” Xiao Yan waved at him.

Lu Mingfei heard someone call his name, turned, and saw a group of unfamiliar women.

“Oh, it’s you guys,” he said flatly.

The simple illusion couldn’t fool him—he suspected they were just here to gawk.

But when he spotted a man on the right circular sofa, drooping eyebrows and a comically expressive face, his pupils dilated—he stared in shock at the man holding skewers.

“Mingming, want some?” Lao Tang grinned, holding up a chicken skewer.

“Lao Tang?!!”

“You’re alive?!”

Su Lin calmly set up a soundproofing array to prevent attention.

At first, Lu Mingfei thanked Su Lin profusely, making Su Lin slightly embarrassed—he’d already been paid, and in a way, it was Lu Mingfei’s own money.

Then came Lu Mingfei’s apologies and regrets toward Lao Tang.

“Honestly, back then I really wanted to kill you,” Lao Tang said carelessly. “Dragons and humans are enemies, after all.”

“Of course you weren’t…” He trailed off, then changed the subject. “How did you end up like this?”

At that, Lu Mingfei’s eyes instantly welled up.

Lu Mingfei didn’t know where the plot had gone wrong—the two crazy women, Su Enxi and Jiude Mayi, spouted nonsense he couldn’t understand. Fine, if they wanted him to drink, he drank. But then they got drunk, started groping him, and those two gorgeous women had the worst drunken manners.

He just tried to mediate, and both of them started slapping his face. For a full hour, they kept it up. Only after they finally exhausted themselves and passed out did Lu Mingfei escape tonight’s mental torture.

As he left, he heard Su Enxi muttering in her sleep: “What’s this Lu Zhi’en? Your dad doesn’t want you.”

“Who the hell is Lu Zhi’en?!” Lu Mingfei grabbed a bottle of champagne and poured it down his throat.

Su Lin subtly probed with the Divine Consciousness of the God of Light—he sensed the two women inside the hidden room, laughing hysterically.

Poor Lu Mingfei, toyed with by wicked women.

There’s another update tonight, not counted toward the backlog. Also, about updates—I’m truly sorry! (bows) It’ll stabilize in a couple days. Minimum two chapters per day, occasionally more if time allows. The backlog is being saved, being saved (seriously).

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