And quickly uploaded the video to Tianya Zhi Yin, the largest forum in China via his laptop, instantly sparking a major uproar. Many internet users watching the video were amazed and cheering for Zhang Yurong, hailed as "China's most beautiful campus beauty." Zhang Yurong's beauty left the entire Chinese internet in awe, and immediately, many of the on-site admirers grew increasingly enchanted by her charm. Holding the jade ring, Qinghua porcelain, and Qinghua bowls she had hit, Zhang Yurong waved them back and forth among the excited crowd. Someone shouted, "The prize of China's No. 1 campus beauty! I'm buying it!" "I'll pay 1,000 yuan!" one person said. "I'll pay 2,000 yuan!" another added. "I'll pay 3,000 yuan!" someone else said. ... The bidding price soared steadily, eventually reaching 10,000 yuan. Zhang Yurong refused to sell, but the more she hesitated, the more enthusiastic the crowd became. One person roared, "I'm willing to pay 100,000 yuan!" "I've just bought them!" The moment the words were spoken, the crowd erupted like a pot of boiling water—chaotic and bustling. People were murmuring excitedly: "What a move! They've turned something worth nothing into a luxury at a premium!" Zhang Yuping only wanted to leave, paying no attention to the commotion. But by now, a large group of fans had gathered behind her. Immediately, Zhang Yuping became a household name, rising to prominence as the top online sensation. As the national campus beauty, who refused to sell her piece for 100,000 yuan, this was truly unusual—many online commentators remarked, "She has a unique personality!" In reality, Zhang Yuping was a reserved person. So, she kept her head down, persistently trying to make her way out, hoping to leave with her husband. But where was her husband now? Oh, where had he gone? As Zhang Yuping pushed her way outward, a young man wearing sunglasses blocked her path. "Hey! Hand me over your three items—I'm buying them for 1,000,000 yuan!" Zhang Yuping looked up—wow! It was the young man who just threw the ring, and the girl beside him who had been mocking her. Both of them were staring at her with hostile expressions. "I won't sell! This is my souvenir—something priceless! Honestly, without Highlight's encouragement, how could I have landed such a great prize? These are proof of my husband's support! I'll take them back and enjoy them every day. Just seeing these things reminds me of him being right there beside me—never lonely at all." "You must sell!" the young man insisted firmly, then leaned in close to her and said, "I'm from the underworld—don't be ungrateful, or else, heh-heh!" As he spoke, he pulled out a dagger. The girl who had been mocking her nearly spat out her saliva, speaking in a sarcastic tone, "Don't get too proud. Think you're going to beat us? That's pure fantasy. You'd better behave, or else—watch out!" Zhang Yuping found herself surrounded by several sturdy, rough-looking thugs, each glaring at her with eyes wide as lanterns, as if they were about to devour her—eyes filled with a distinctly lecherous gleam. She truly wished her husband were there with her, but where in heaven had Highlight gone? "Hurry up! My endurance is limited!" the young man spat out his gum onto the ground, then firmly twisted his leather shoes, fixing his gaze on Zhang Yuping's striking bust. Zhang Yuping felt her courage wane, for all around her, the gaze of the men—both the youths and their underlings, as well as the onlookers and spectators who were openly amused—was openly lustful. These days, so many had become mere bystanders, no one stepping forward to uphold justice. Zhang Yuping's situation was indeed perilous, as one of the thugs pressed a dagger against her waist, snorting, "Hurry up! Or I'll have no patience at all!" Zhang Yuping was deeply grieved, handing over these items as if she had done something profoundly regrettable—these things, after all, were... "Here! This is a one-million-yuan reward! Haha!" Zhang Yuping received something after the young man, the girl, and the group had departed. When she opened it, she was stunned—what was this? A regular savings book? No—it was a blank check, with the words clearly written: "1 million! Would you like it? Here’s a method: look for it in your dreams!" Zhang Yuping was furious, feeling deeply humiliated, and immediately rushed forward, shouting at them, "You frauds, you slackers! Have it your way—come on, settle this right here!" The young man and the girl turned sharply—what a bold move! This young lady truly wasn’t taking kindly to being treated like a guest who wouldn’t accept the hospitality; she had boldly challenged them in front of everyone. "Seize her!" the young man’s face flushed with irritation. "Husband, let them tear her face to pieces! Make her lose her figure!" The girl spoke softly and coquettishly in front of the young man, even kissing him on the lips right there in public. Immediately, the three thugs surrounded her. "No! Don't! You beasts! If my husband were here, he'd never let you off!" Zhang Yeping said urgently. The three thugs laughed loudly, "We *are* your husband! We're all your husbands! We've got you calling out in delight today!" "Unworthy! A disgrace!" Zhang Yeping spat, and as the three thugs charged in, she cried out, "Help! Save me!" But no one came. Zhang Yeping wept, as the three thugs, in their most awkward and crude manner, tore at her blouse, their mouths dripping with saliva. No one stepped forward to save our heroine. Everyone remained passive, mere spectators. When Zhang Yeping was at her wits' end, the three thugs began to cry out in distress—turns out, their own clumsy hands had been bitten by something animal. One of the thugs had his finger bitten off right there, bleeding profusely. The onlookers turned to see it was a Tibetan mastiff—a mighty, robust beast, full of energy and vitality. "Fei-Fei! Fei-Fei!" Zhang Yeping called out the pet's name, and the mastiff wagged its tail excitedly, leaping and bounding joyfully in front of her. "For heaven's sake, you bunch of clowns—can't even handle a dog!" the young man shouted angrily, thundering, "What are you all holding your knives for? Attack it already!" Immediately, the three thugs launched another fierce assault on the mastiff. What was this mastiff? The embodiment of the king of beasts, endowed with thousands of years of spiritual power. Against these ordinary street fighters, it was nothing short of a breeze. With a mighty roar, it unleashed a dragon-like tail swipe—thump! thump! thump! With a mighty thud, the iron tail slammed into the faces of the three thugs, instantly turning them into messes of bruised and swollen features. The tail, as sturdy as rebar, struck with such force that the three men's faces turned a deep shade of blue and purple, their noses and cheeks swollen and streaked with blood—indeed, bleeding. For the iron tail of the Tibetan mastiff was equipped with tiny spines that stood upright during impact, tearing the skin and flesh of the thugs, leaving them with torn, bloodied wounds. "Ah! Ah!" the three thugs cried out, clutching their battered faces. What a powerful Wind and Thunder Palm! It seems this young man is no ordinary figure—absolutely a high-energy, exceptional ability master. The young man's Wind and Thunder Palms keep advancing, and Fei Fei manages to skillfully evade each one, though Zhang Yuping is in danger. "Ah!" Zhang Yuping is struck by splinters of powdered lime that seep into her eyes, and she momentarily loses sight of everything, nearly collapsing. At this moment, however, the Wind and Thunder Palms continue their assault, now targeting the Tibetan Mastiff King. The Tibetan Mastiff King, distracted by his desire to rescue Zhang Yuping, fails to react in time and sustains an injury to his front left leg. Just then, Zhang Yuping desperately hopes that Gao Liang will step in to save her—heroically, as it were—but where is Gao Liang? Where has he gone? The young man, gazing at Zhang Yuping's alluring figure, smiles subtly. Seizing the moment when she is startled and disoriented, he throws a small leather ball bladder toward her. The Tibetan Mastiff King, rushing to protect his mistress, quickly bites down on it—unexpectedly, the bladder Zhang Yuping just took a deep breath, and the fragrance naturally filled her lungs. She felt her body instantly grow weak and limp. "Hahahaha! I've got your scent-mist powder! Now, watch this!" Jin Yuanqiao smiled lasciviously. "Come here! Let me show you who I am!" Jin Yuanqiao said to Zhang Yuping, his gaze full of charm.