Chapter 820

"Mom, where are you?"

Xiao Feng shouted as soon as he entered the door.

This place is piled with heaps of fabric, cloth, and fashion samples, blocking the view and making it inconvenient to find someone, so only the most primitive method can be used.

Who would have thought his shout would cause an uproar!

"Eh~"

"Good son, Mom is here!"

"Yo yo yo, which little brother has such a sweet mouth, calling 'mom' right off the bat?"

"My good eldest son, come over here, come into Mom's embrace~"

Xiao Feng: ……

He also didn't expect that when he shouted at his own mother, a passerby would take advantage of him; after years of being a sharp-tongued champion, he suddenly stumbled in this kind of place, which was also quite unexpected!

"Cough..."

At that moment, a dry cough came from nearby.

Xiao Feng recognized that familiar voice, followed the sound around an area of dyed cloth, and quickly walked over.

Immediately, a middle-aged woman wearing an ancient Eastern noblewoman's long dress appeared before him.

This was his biological mother, Su Yuxia, who is now nearly fifty, but her skin and complexion are still quite good, showing no signs of aging.

Perhaps because she recently learned her son was successful, she became spirited, as if she had suddenly become ten years younger; just looking at her appearance, she seems to be just under forty.

Moreover, her appearance is quite outstanding; she was the village belle back then, otherwise she wouldn't have given birth to such a handsome young man as Xiao Feng!

"Mom, is this outfit... you made it yourself?" Xiao Feng looked at his mother's attire, which was completely in ancient Eastern style, totally different from the fantasy background of Zhu Shen Da Lu.

"Well, not bad, right? Since your dad started playing the game, he's been daydreaming about wuxia all day. Knowing I learned to make clothes, he insisted I make more ancient-style outfits. I made him a dozen or so, not to mention, and he even forced me to dress like this—luckily I…"

The first thing she said upon meeting was to start complaining about Xiao Feng's dad, and she just wouldn't stop.

Xiao Feng couldn't help but smile; this is the mother of the household! Playing a game actually gave him a feeling of coming home, and as soon as they met, she started nagging.

The players around who were practicing the fashion designer vocational skill, upon seeing the person shouting 'Mom' was a young, handsome guy, couldn't help but stand up and gather to watch.

"Anxin Jie, is this your son? Xiao Feng, level 429, seems really strong."

"Wow, so handsome! Anxin Jie, do you need a daughter-in-law? Can I marry your son?"

"Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng... such a familiar name, could it be that especially powerful,"

"the strongest Xiao Feng in the district?"

These life-skill players are all casuals; they don't care about the game's shifting dynamics, they just wholeheartedly enjoy leisure time or strive to make money.

So when they first saw Xiao Feng, they didn't react with much surprise at first.

After a while, someone opened the Level Ranking and saw his name at the top, with a huge gap—he was dozens of levels above second place—only then did they realize just how formidable this handsome young man's identity was.

"I remember now, he's that Xiao Feng from the camp announcement a couple of days ago! Anxin Jie, how come you never mentioned before how strong your son is?"

A player named "Su Su Lai Le", a beautiful young woman around twenty, let out an exclamation, forgetting to work on the fashion in her hands.

Upon hearing her words, the others also finally came to a realization.

For a moment, the workshop of the fashion design master became chaotic, with almost everyone stopping their work to come over and watch the district's top big shot.

After discovering Xiao Feng's exceptionally high looks, they became even more excited, to the point of screaming.

Basically, the life-skill players who learn to make clothes are mostly female, ranging from teens to tens of years old, with very few male players.

Someone like Xiao Feng, young, handsome, and capable, is naturally very popular.

In a short time, Xiao Feng was surrounded so tightly he couldn't even walk, and had no chance to speak to his own mother; he was completely held back by this group of female players, who asked him all sorts of questions, and some even secretly took advantage of him!

He was blocked for about five minutes, until a clear shout came, allowing him to break free.

"What are you all making a fuss about? If you don't want to learn, get out! You're making a mess like a market—what kind of decorum is this?"

The speaker was a red-haired NPC noblewoman, looking about thirty or forty, exactly the War City fashion profession instructor, "Ma Luo'er".

This NPC has a bad temper, usually commanding great respect; as soon as she speaks, she startles the players, who hurriedly run back to their spots to continue practicing their skills.

Xiao Feng's mother, seeing this, tugged his arm once, wanting to take him to the back changing room to talk.

Unexpectedly, Maloer saw it and came running over, furious.

"What's going on? I've said it many times—no fashion apprentices are allowed in my workshop, yet you dare to bring someone in—are you defying my rules?" Maloer shouted angrily.

He raised his hand, pointing at Xiao Feng's mother, Su Yuxia, and shouted: "You, take your people and get out of here right now!"

"Huh?"

Xiao Feng originally mood

It was still fine; although surrounded, he wasn't angry, but his expression suddenly changed.

This instructor has such a temper, daring to tell the city lord's mother to "get out" right in front of the city lord!

You don't want to stay here anymore, do you!

Xiao Feng took out a token, about to curse back.

But his mother grabbed his arm, dragging him toward the door while running, saying, "Sorry, sorry, my son came to see me today, I got excited and forgot. Master Maloer, please don't be angry—we're leaving now."

That apologetic tone made it seem as if they had really committed some grave mistake.

"Mom!"

Xiao Feng felt increasingly fuming in his heart—not only angry at Maloer's arrogant attitude, but more distressed by his mother's appeasing nature, willing to endure scolding herself…

Elders, accustomed to life's hardships, always hope to turn big issues into small ones and small ones into nothing, not minding even if they suffer a loss.

For this they endure being scammed, bullied, even beaten, gritting their teeth and tolerating it, unwilling to make a fuss.

But how could he, as a son, stand by and watch his mother be scolded without reacting?

Xiao Feng stopped his steps and pulled his mother back.

His mother immediately saw his intention and hurriedly advised, "Xiao Feng, don't lose your temper! This isn't the place to throw a fit—if you anger the instructor, I won't be able to advance to master level!"

Malor saw that they had stopped and weren't leaving, and also looked over, his eyes unfriendly.

"Mom, it's fine, leave it to me." Xiao Feng comforted his mother.

He then took out the city lord's token, threw it at Malor, and said in a cold tone: "I'm here to inspect my own Chengshi; do you have any objections?"

This life profession instructor was also a 180-level Legendary boss, quite capable, and caught the token.

She lowered her head to look, and it turned out to be the identity token of the city lord of War City, and she was instantly frightened out of her wits.

"City, city lord?" Malor's gaze toward Xiao Feng underwent an earth-shaking change.

Before, she had never paid attention to Xiao Feng's level and identity.

Now upon looking, this man turned out to be a 429-level Upper God, and moreover the lord of War City!

How could this be an existence she could offend?

Moreover, looking at how Xiao Feng and Anxin address each other, they actually have a mother-son relationship?

And she just shouted at the city lord's mother, "Get out!"

"It's over..."

At this moment, Malor felt that his life had come to an end.

(End of chapter)