The Scum is A ***

1: The Scum Is Cheng Sheng

Xinfaxian, 6 PM.

Surrounded by the mountains is a small land called Xinfaxian. The name was given by a wandering cultivator that decided to live here with his friend. You can see how well the name was thought of by the great cultivator. The land then began to prosper on its own until how it is right now.

At the heart of the Xinfaxian is the bustling market. A young and handsome man can be seen wandering around, looking at the sold goods with his eyes full of interest. The young man is wearing light green robes like the fresh leaves shone by the sunlight in summer. On the chest is a bending flower, its blooming petals is pointed downwards and the leaf on the back of its stem is pointed upwards.

A jade pendant is hanging by the young man's waist. His hands are on his back as he looked around, as if thinking which item should he buy.

"Oops – " he exclaimed when his shoulder bumped to a man's shoulder. He looked up and saw a man on his late twenties looking at him, his eyes are glaring and his eyebrows are knit. "S-sorry, brother." He said and apologetically smiled at the man.

"Tch. Watch where you're going!" the man told him and spat on the ground. He left, his face frowning.

The young man watched the man left. After a while and he shrugged, then continued to look around.

"How much is this comb? I want to buy it." A woman's voice said.

The young man turned and saw a pretty woman holding a wooden comb, sweetly smiling as she lovingly gazed at the item.

"It's not much, young lady." The vendor said and gave her a price.

The woman nodded and reached for her purse on her waist. "Huh? Where was it – " she said as she tapped her waistband, but she didn't find it. "I can't find it – " she said, alarm on her face.

"Young lady." A man's voice called.

The woman turned and saw a handsome young man smiling at her. He has a fair and smooth skin. His brows are thin but sharp like a sword. His eyes are deep, and blanketing them are his eyelashes that are long and curled. His noise is tall and his lips are thin like his brows, but thin and pouty as if he is always smiling. She can't help but blush as she was stared at by those deep and dark eyes like the night. "Yes?" she called, her voice became softer and sweeter.

"Perhaps this is yours?" the handsome young man said. On his hand is a purse of rose color.

The woman's eyes widened and she looked at the handsome young man. "T-thank you. I – I seem to have lost it – " she said and shyly smiled as she took the purse, her fingers slightly touched the slender fingers of the handsome young man.

The handsome young man just smiled. "Please always mind your belongings." He said. "Even though the night is young, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's safe." He told her.

The woman nodded and stared at him as if she's in a daze. She watched the handsome young man left, a feeling of disappointment in her heart.

"Young lady, are you still buying it?" she heard the vendor asked.

"I will!" the woman answered and immediately bought the comb.

On the other side of the market, a loud curse can be heard from a man. "Pei! You stole my money, didn't you, brat?!" the man said. He was glaring at the kid he's grabbing by the collar.

"I didn't! I didn't!" the kid cried as he shook his head like a rattle drum.

"You lie – ow!" the man cried when he felt the back of his head hurt. "Who's that?!" he turned and saw a group of children glaring at him, big stones on their small hands.