Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 424 - 425: Banquet (5th Update) (Please Subscribe!!!)

Chapter 424: Chapter 425: Banquet (5th Update) (Please Subscribe!!!)

Everyone waited until Wang Ao entered the palace before they continued to queue for entry.

"Invitation."

Chu Fengmian took out his invitation and went straight into the palace.

The unfamiliar faces of Chu Fengmian and his two companions caught the attention of some people.

Most of those attending the banquet tonight were strong figures from Dou Xuan City, disciples of large families, each at least familiar by face.

Seeing the three unfamiliar faces of Chu Fengmian and company, many people began to talk.

"I heard that Miss Xu Jin from the Xu family was intercepted by the Flower-Snatching Master of the Earth Demon Sect, and it was these three who saved Miss Xu Jin."

Some well-informed people were already aware of the incident involving Xu Jin being intercepted by the Flower-Snatching Master.

After all, Xu Jin was no unknown personage; she was a standout among the Xu family’s younger generation. News of her incident spread quickly through the entire Dou Xuan City.

"Really? The Flower-Snatching Master is strong enough to contend with some of the seed disciples from Beimang Academy; could these three really kill the Flower-Snatching Master?"

"Just these three encountering the Flower-Snatching Master, they would likely be killed instantly, wouldn’t they?"

"I don’t know, I heard these three just got lucky, but now they have actually come to the Xu family; I wonder what the Xu family is thinking."

"To recruit? For these people to expect the Xu family’s recruitment, they’re probably not qualified."

A chorus of skeptical voices arose.

"Brother Wang, it was these few who saved Miss Jin’er."

In the depths of the palace, several young men gathered together, each of them possessing the ninth level of Divine Power, nearly ready to overcome a major calamity of life and death.

However they were delaying their breakthrough to accumulate more strength, yet each of them had the caliber of an Inner Sect Disciple of Beimang Academy.

The leader of the group was none other than the young man from the Wang family who had just made a big impression, Wang Ao.

"Hmph, three mere ants got lucky, that’s all. And now they expect Jin’er to reward them for it; they simply don’t know how to advance or retreat."

Wang Ao glanced at Chu Fengmian with disdain in his eyes and spoke coldly.

"That Flower-Snatching Master, daring to intercept Jin’er; if he doesn’t die, sooner or later I would have killed him myself."

"Tonight’s banquet, I don’t know why they invited them; it’s simply a scene-ruining move. Let them know to back off."

After saying that, Wang Ao walked directly towards Chu Fengmian.

At the same time, Chu Fengmian and his party had also noticed Wang Ao’s approach.

"This Wang Ao appears to have ill-intentions; what should we do?"

Han Yueli voiced her concern from the side.

Wang Ao’s strength wasn’t even on par with the Flower-Snatching Master, and in Han Yueli’s view, he could be easily defeated with a wave of her hand. However, despite not taking him seriously,

Wang Ao had the backing of a powerful family, and she was accustomed to relying on Chu Fengmian to make decisions.

Even if Han Yueli’s strength could be considered that of an old and powerful figure, she still preferred to act according to Chu Fengmian’s words.

This dependence had become unchangeable.

"When the enemy comes, I shall meet them; when the flood arrives, I’ll cover the ground with soil. There’s no need for undue concern,"

Chu Fengmian said calmly and lightly.

As for the background of this Wang Ao, Chu Fengmian was too lazy to care. As long as he wasn’t looking for trouble with him, he wouldn’t pay it any mind.

"Are you Chu Fengmian? The one who saved Jin’er?"

"That Wang Ao swaggered up to Chu Fengmian, speaking with a cold condescension.

This Wang Ao, attired in luxurious clothes, seemed to be of noble heritage, displaying a sense of superiority in every gesture, quite fitting for his name.

His tone was exceedingly arrogant and haughty.

"Wang, you’ve come too?"

As soon as Wang Ao began to speak, Xu Jin came over, smiling at Chu Fengmian as he spoke.

"Master Chu is here too, please take a seat. I hope everyone enjoys themselves at tonight’s banquet."

"There’s no need to be polite with these losers, Jin’er. Tonight’s banquet is not something people of their status should attend."

In Wang Ao’s eyes, his gaze towards the three people, including Chu Fengmian, was full of disdain.

"With losers like these, if they saved you without expecting anything in return, perhaps I would think more highly of them. A bunch of opportunists who want benefits without strength, it’s simply laughable."

"Today, allow me to rid you of these three losers."

After Wang Ao finished talking, he turned his head, looked at Chu Fengmian, and said coldly,

"This evening’s feast isn’t for you three losers to attend. You’ve saved Jin’er’s life; I’ll pay you back with three lives! Here are ten billion Nine Tripods Pills, more than enough for your lives. Take it and scram! Don’t show up in Douxuan City again."

As Wang Ao spoke, he waved his hand, and suddenly ten billion Nine Tripods Pills appeared, flying towards Chu Fengmian.

After finishing his statement, he didn’t even glance at Chu Fengmian, as if he expected him to meekly take the pills and go.

"Huh?"

Watching the ten billion Nine Tripods Pills flying over, Chu Fengmian’s eyes revealed a trace of a cold smile.

It seemed he had no intention of stirring up trouble, but the issue had found its way to him nonetheless.

He moved swiftly, dodging aside, and the ten billion Nine Tripods Pills fell to the ground.

"Clatter."

The pills scattered all over, attracting the attention of many onlookers who turned to see what was happening.

"What? You three losers dare reject my medicine?"

Wang Ao turned around, saw the Nine Tripods Pills on the floor, and his face showed signs of anger.

"I’ll give you another ten billion, now scram!"

Wang Ao waved his hand again, flinging another ten billion Nine Tripods Pills, and this time, a force of Spiritual Power converged into a massive fist and violently smashed towards Chu Fengmian.

This force aimed to eject Chu Fengmian and his companions directly from the palace.

"Hmph."

Chu Fengmian snorted coldly, flashing away and becoming countless afterimages that easily avoided the attack, leaving the additional ten billion Nine Tripods Pills to smash and roll to the ground.

Now, the palace was littered with Nine Tripods Pills.

"You three losers dare refuse me twice! You’re courting death! Boy, I’m giving you one last chance, kneel on the ground, pick up all the Nine Tripods Pills without using Spiritual Power, just with your hands, and then get out!"

Wang Ao bellowed in rage.

He couldn’t believe that Chu Fengmian would dare resist him—the prodigy of the Wang family, an Inner Sect Disciple of Beimang Academy, even on the verge of becoming a Seed Disciple with an exalted status.

In Douxuan City, he was an untouchable figure.

And who was Chu Fengmian? In his eyes, just a country bumpkin from some remote nation, someone like that dared to defy him?

This saint from a backwater place, Wang Ao would usually not spare him a second glance on any other day, but now, despite being given the Nine Tripods Pills, Chu Fengmian refused them, causing Wang Ao’s face to flush red with anger."