Men had a hard time refusing the invitation of a beauty. This applied to Feiyun as well.

His appearance at the alchemy market caused quite a stir. By this point, everyone knew who he was - the half-demon who managed to break the curse.

No one dared to use the word “wretched” to describe him. If they wanted to insult him, they would need to defeat him first. 

“Why is he here, is he not afraid of the golden crows?” An old ghost whispered.

“They don’t want to mess with that monster from the mountain? Killing two pseudo-saints in one day and even severing the wings of a demi-saint.” 

“You’re right.”

…

Feiyun ignored the comments and went...