According to martial world rumors, Su Xuan was a very carefree person.

According to martial world rumors, he possessed the finest bearing in the world, commanded the strongest martial arts force in the world, drank the purest wine in the world, and slept with the most beautiful women in the world.

In martial world rumors, he most loved a flute, a pot of wine, ascending to scenic places under heaven, and appreciating all the spring beauty of the mortal world.

He once sailed a thousand li just for the newly blooming lotus in the famous lake of eastern Long during early summer. He went to pick the most beautiful one among those lotuses, raised it in a jade jar with clear water, then sailed for three more days to deliver it to the delicate hands of the famous courtesan Sisi of western Long, all just to earn the beauty’s charming smile and a melody on her qin.

He once went alone in plain clothes on a white horse, laughing boldly as he rode into the bloody battlefield where the Changsheng Alliance and Flying Lion Gang of Weiyang City were fighting over territory. With one hand he caught the mutually destructive strikes of the two leaders, sending them back to their respective camps unharmed, then smiled and told them: “Though we are people of the martial world, using force to solve problems is actually the stupidest thing. If life is gone, how can foundations remain?”

The two leaders who had their lives spared that day, under his witness, reasonably redistributed their spheres of influence and lived in peace thereafter.

He was the leader of the world’s greatest gang, the acknowledged number one person under heaven. Naturally, certain people who hoped to become famous quickly would regard dueling with him as the ultimate shortcut to fame.

He received many challenge letters—so many that he often used them as table mats.

Occasionally he would go to meet challenges, but while fighting, he would suddenly feel bored and abandon his opponent to leave.

The opponent would naturally be unwilling and chase after him to continue the fight.

He would smile with elegant grace and point to the bright moon or bright sun in the sky.

“Look, this moonlight (sunlight) is so beautiful. Don’t you think fighting under such moonlight (sunlight) is too destructive to the scenery?”

Left hanging by him, the opponent would shout unwillingly: “If you leave, that means you admit defeat!”

He would shrug. Fine, he admits defeat.

The opponent would become even more indignant: “Then your title as number one goes to me!”

“Wonderful.” Su Xuan would smile cheerfully. “If you don’t mind, could you also help me take over the position of Blazing Flame Gang leader?”

However, no matter how many times he avoided duels by walking away, his title as number one remained firmly on his head.

The honored position of Blazing Flame Gang leader was still securely his.

So-called strong people, when strong to a certain degree—even if they’re willing to show weakness, others take it as modesty.

Some words, even when he’s serious, others take as jokes.

They only dare take them as jokes.

With one sword coming from the west, wherever he passed, ten thousand people bowed their heads.

People of the martial world called him carefree and elegant, ethereal and transcendent, more handsome than princes and nobles with jade-like divine bearing and flying spirit. None didn’t consider seeing Su Xuan once as an honor.

But… Qin Chang Ge smiled humbly on her face while inwardly criticizing.

Was the person they wanted to see, admired, and respected really this person before her eyes?

The martial world rumors from Qi Fan’s mouth truly couldn’t be trusted!

This person before her couldn’t be called unattractive, and his clothes couldn’t be called unrefined.

But carefree? Elegant? Ethereal? Transcendent?

The person leaning in the redwood chair eating pomegranate had his robes scattered carelessly, his posture relaxed and idle. A huge pomegranate had been gnawed to pieces by him, with suspicious red spots dotting his snow-white long robe, and delicate transparent pomegranate seeds like broken jade still stuck to his refined chin.

However, after looking for a while, Qin Chang Ge had to admit that though this person ate messily, he might still be carefree, elegant, ethereal, and transcendent.

Because someone was already infatuated.

A certain female hero’s gaze wandered, blush rising on her cheeks, as she sighed softly: “The pomegranate is like red crystal, setting off his skin’s brilliant jade-like glow. The red spots on his clothes are like plum blossoms blooming in snow.”

Well… alright then.

Let’s say so.

Beautiful men naturally have the ability to turn decay into magic.

Today was the day of the Blazing Flame Gang’s monthly assembly meeting. Whether the leader liked listening to reports or not, he had to be present.

Qin Chang Ge wouldn’t honestly go see the Blazing Flame Gang’s business representative in Yingdu first. If she was going to find someone, she’d go straight to the main person.

She openly presented a visiting card at the Blazing Flame Gang hall requesting an audience. The identity of “Heng Records'” new manager made the Blazing Flame Gang subordinates, who understood the current commercial competition, immediately report without question.

She was admitted to the main hall and, together with other visitors who had business with Su Xuan, went to see Leader Su.

It’s just that after hearing so many rumors last night, she had already formed an impression of Su Xuan as a carefree, ethereal, elegant young gentleman. Now seeing him… well, he was still a fine young gentleman.

Qin Chang Ge was pondering how to phrase her respectful greeting to this leader who appeared so carefree and magnanimous that he made people feel ashamed of themselves, when the other party had already noticed her. His eyes lit up as he threw down the pomegranate and stood up.

But with this movement—

The red crystal disappeared, the plum blossoms vanished.

His entire person was still snow-white in long robes, clean as water. His smiling approach was flawless.

“Wow! An immortal!” Xiao Rong’s eyes lit up: “Martial arts… martial arts!”

Qin Chang Ge felt very embarrassed. This little rascal—she should have known better than to bring him. He revealed his ignorance as soon as he opened his mouth.

However, Xiao Rong quickly stopped being bright-eyed, because he discovered that the immortal uncle was staring at his hard-won mother with eyes even brighter and more lustful than his own when looking at immortals.

Xiao Rong was furious.

Who was mother? Mother was someone he had painstakingly selected from a crowd of people, someone who had finally appeared before him after he had mistakenly identified countless mothers. Since last night, in heaven and earth he had only set his sights on this one mother—how could he tolerate others coveting her?

Without waiting for Qin Chang Ge to speak, Xiao Rong stepped sideways, his short legs trying hard to form a bow stance. Gathering his qi, pointing with his finger, he shouted loudly: “You fellow’s eyes burn like a thief’s! Could you be a flower-picking thief!”

…

Crash.

Su Xuan fell to the ground.

Su Xuan, the dignified leader of the world’s greatest gang.

Su Xuan, who won his “peerless” reputation with his romantic and carefree manner “like a powdered youth with brilliant complexion, leaning on his horse by the slanted bridge beckoning with red sleeves,” elegant and transcendent.

Su Xuan, who made countless female heroes of the martial world utterly infatuated, whose mere mention made their eyes shimmer, and who therefore always valued his image more than his head.

Had fallen to the ground.

The others hadn’t reacted yet.

Qin Chang Ge had already gracefully stepped forward to help him up, apologizing with a face full of regret: “Sorry, sorry… my unworthy son is too honest and spoke inappropriately. Leader Su, please be magnanimous, please, please.”

Honest? Spoke inappropriately? Just that?

Wasn’t that confirming the title of “flower-picking thief”?

Su Xuan’s beautiful face—which according to martial world female heroes made them starry-eyed every time they mentioned it, saying one look would bring spring dreams every night—already looked like a spilled spice shop, colorful beyond description.

Xiao Rong still maintained his mountain-swallowing heroic pose, glaring at Su Xuan with an attitude that he wouldn’t rest until Su Xuan confessed his crimes. Qin Chang Ge glanced lightly at his pants and smiled: “Son, your horse stance isn’t correct. Spread your legs wider.”

“Oh,” the heroic son who loved martial arts and was brave about correcting mistakes immediately complied.

Then came a ripping sound.

Spring scenery suddenly revealed.

The hero cried “Wah!” and jumped up holding his crotch, his face flushing red as clouds as he ran out with quick steps.

So embarrassing…

Tears swirled in his round, dark eyes, but he didn’t dare cry in front of his wicked mother.

Su Xuan covered his stomach and with difficulty climbed back into his chair.

This time he was laughing.