Chapter 96 My mattress! You've dirtied it!

"Trash sorting?"

The butler sneered, looking at Jiang Chen's loose and lazy appearance, his eyes full of contempt.

"Just you? A brat whose mother's milk hasn't even dried yet? Do you know who I am? I am the Long family's..."

*Slap!*

A crisp sound rang out.

Before the butler could finish his sentence, his vision blurred, followed by a burning, sharp pain on his cheek.

Jiang Chen had appeared before him at some unknown point, holding a hand-waving posture, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at a dead fly.

"Too much nonsense."

Jiang Chen rubbed his wrist. "I don't care if you're from the Long family or the Worm family; you dirtied my mattress, so you have to pay the price."

"You... you dare hit me?!"

The butler clutched his face, his eyes widening in disbelief. As the butler of the Long family, he was a prominent figure in the Imperial Capital; even the heads of great families would treat him with courtesy.

"Someone, come! Cripple him for me!"

The butler roared hysterically.

The two rows of black-clothed bodyguards at the entrance immediately charged forward. Each of them radiated the aura of the Organ Refining Realm, well-trained and coordinating seamlessly.

"A bunch of small fry."

Jiang Chen didn't even give them a direct look.

He simply lifted his foot slightly and rubbed it against the edge of the dirtied mattress, as if he were disgusted by the dust on it.

Then, he moved.

[Sleepwalking Steps: Phantom!]

Jiang Chen's figure instantly transformed into a series of afterimages, weaving through the crowd.

*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!*

A series of dull thuds rang out.

The bodyguards who had charged forward didn't even touch the corner of Jiang Chen's clothes before they were sent flying in all directions, like pins struck by a bowling ball.

Some crashed into trees, some smashed into flowerbeds, and one unlucky fellow was hanging directly from a streetlight, swaying in the wind.

In less than ten seconds.

Over twenty Organ Refining Realm experts were completely wiped out.

Jiang Chen stood in place, his breathing not even slightly disturbed.

HeClap hands and looked at the butler, who was already dumbfounded with fear, a cruel arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Now, it's your turn."

"You... don't come any closer!"

The butler retreated repeatedly in fear, his legs going weak. "I am the Long family's butler! If you hit me, Young Master Long won't let you off!"

"Young Master Long?"

Jiang Chen sneered and took a step forward, grabbing the butler's ankle directly.

"Since you like stepping on my mattress so much, then use your face to wipe it clean."

"What?!"

Before the butler could react, he felt the world spinning.

Jiang Chen lifted him upside down like he was holding a mop.

"Wipe!"

Jiang Chen exerted force with his arm, slamming the butler's face onto the lawn and then beginning to rub it frantically.

"Aaaaah! My face! My nose!"

The butler let out a pig-slaughtering scream, his hands desperately clawing at the ground. But before Jiang Chen's monstrous strength, which rivaled a Demonic Beast's, his struggle was as powerless as an infant's.

"This side isn't clean yet, let's do it again!"

As if he were actually doing chores, Jiang Chen dragged the butler back and forth across the lawn.

The surrounding students watching the commotion were all dumbfounded.

"Holy crap! Isn't that the Long family's butler? He's actually being used as a mop?"

"So brutal! Is this the Sleep God's Waking Up Anger?"

"That... why do I feel like that posture is a bit... shameful?"

Little Fatty Chen and Iliya hid to the side, covering their eyes but peeking through gaps wider than their eyes.

"So tragic..." Little Fatty Chen clicked his tongue in wonder. "How many layers of skin must be rubbed off that face?"

Just as the butler was about to be ground into a "faceless man."

"Stop!"

A furious shout rang out from the second floor of the villa.

Immediately after, a golden figure leaped down from the balcony, landing heavily in front of Jiang Chen.

*Boom!*

The ground cracked, and dust flew everywhere.

The newcomer was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a golden martial arts uniform. He had long hair draped over his shoulders, sword-like eyebrows, and starry eyes, radiating an innate nobility and arrogance.

Young Lord of the Long family, Long Aotian!

Behind him followed two scantily clad beauties, looking at the carnage with terrified expressions.

"Who dares to run wild on my turf?!"

Long Aotian's gaze was like lightning, staring fixedly at Jiang Chen and the butler in his hand, who no longer looked human.

"Let him go!"

Long Aotian commanded, "Otherwise, I'll make you regret ever coming into this world!"

Jiang Chen stopped his actions and shook the butler, as if showing off his handiwork.

"Your turf?"

Jiang Chen tossed the butler aside like trash and then pointed at the Magic Ape Skin Mattress on the ground, which was covered in footprints.

"Do you know how much it cost me to get this?"

"Do you know that every single hair on this is more precious than you so-called nobles?"

Jiang Chen's voice was calm, but a black flame burned in his eyes.

"You dirtied my things and still want to drive me away?"

"It seems I need to teach you what 'first come, first served' means."

"Arrogant!"

Long Aotian was laughed out of anger. "First come, first served? In the Imperial Capital, might makes right! I am the Young Lord of the Long family; I'll live wherever I want! It's your honor that I've taken a fancy to this villa!"

"As for that crappy mattress..."

Long Aotian looked at it with disgust. "It smells like piss. Only a pauper like you would treat it like a treasure. It's a waste of space even to throw it away!"

"Crappy mattress? Smells like piss?"

A blue vein throbbed on Jiang Chen's forehead.

That was a top-tier mattress blessed by the Empress's Divine Thought and nourished by Demon Sovereign essence blood! It was actually called junk?!

This was a massive insult to his taste!

"Very well."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, his pajamas fluttering without any wind.

[Ding! Detection: host's aesthetic taste has been questioned.]

[Anger Value: 200% (Off the charts).]

[Status Activated: Teaching You How to Behave.]

"Since you think your fist is bigger..."

Jiang Chen slowly raised his hand and beckoned Long Aotian with his finger.

"Then come and try. Let's see if your fist is harder or my pillow is."

"Seeking death!"

Long Aotian was completely enraged.

"Dragon God Transformation!"

He roared, and golden light erupted from his body. A layer of fine golden scales actually surfaced on his skin, and a pressure from the ancient Dragon Clan instantly swept across the field.

S-rank Talent — Golden Dragon Blood!

"Kneel before me!"

Long Aotian punched out, and the faint sound of a dragon's roar echoed in the air.

This punch was enough to shatter mountains!

Facing this terrifying strike, Jiang Chen didn't even dodge.

He simply pulled out that starry-blue pillow from his chest and held it in front of him.

*Bang!*

Long Aotian's fist slammed hard into the pillow.

The expected scene of Jiang Chen being sent flying did not occur.

On the contrary, that seemingly incredibly soft pillow was like a black hole that swallowed everything, completely absorbing all of Long Aotian's violent punch force.

"This... what kind of ghost thing is this?!"

Long Aotian felt as if his fist had struck cotton; he had strength but couldn't use it, which was agonizingly frustrating.

"This is your strength?"

Jiang Chen poked his head out from behind the pillow and shook his head with a disappointed look.

"It's not even enough to loosen my bones."

"Now, it's my turn."

Jiang Chen's gaze turned cold, and the pillow in his hand suddenly grew larger. Like a brick, it slammed down hard toward Long Aotian's face.

"This pillow strike is for my mattress!"

*Smack!*

A loud bang.

Long Aotian only felt his vision go dark. His face felt as if it had been run over by a truck, and his entire body was sent flying sideways.

"This pillow strike is for my frightened cat (Iliya)!"

Jiang Chen followed him like a shadow, appearing beside Long Aotian again and delivering another pillow strike with a backhand.

*Smack!*

Long Aotian flew back again.

"This pillow strike is for myself! Not letting people sleep in the middle of the night and even daring to occupy my nest?!"

*Smack! Smack! Smack!*

Jiang Chen batted Long Aotian back and forth in the air like a badminton birdie, giving him absolutely no chance to land.

"Aaaaah! Stop! I am the Young Lord of the Long family!"

"Don't hit my face! I was wrong!"

Long Aotian's screams rose and fell, making the onlookers' scalps tingle.

So brutal! So savage!

Where was the fight? This was clearly one-sided abuse!

"Final blow!"

Jiang Chen leaped high into the air, holding the pillow with both hands, and slammed it down hard toward the battered and bruised Long Aotian below.

"Go and cool your head!"

*Boom!*

Long Aotian was like a meteorite, crashing heavily into the villa's swimming pool, splashing water over ten meters high.

*Glug, glug...*

A few bubbles rose in the pool, and Long Aotian became completely still.

Jiang Chen landed by the pool and patted the water droplets off his pillow with a look of disgust.

"Tsk, really can't take a hit. Not even as sturdy as my mattress."

He turned around and looked at the bodyguards who were already shivering with fear and the unconscious butler.

"Now, does anyone else think my mattress is trash?"

The entire field was silent.

Everyone shook their heads frantically, fearing that if they were a second too slow, they would be used as the next ball.

"Very well."

Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction and pointed at the things on the ground.

"I'll give you five minutes to move these things back. If a single corner is missing, I'll take one of your legs."

"Also, that butler... after he wakes up, have him take a rag and wipe every single floor tile at the entrance clean! If there's a speck of dust, I'll make him drink the pool water dry!"

"Yes! Yes! We'll move them right away!"

The bodyguards felt as if they had been granted a great pardon, scrambling to move the items for fear of falling behind.

Jiang Chen yawned, picked up his pillow again, and beckoned to Little Fatty Chen and Iliya.

"Let's go home and sleep."

"Tonight... no one better think of waking me up."