Chapter 98

"Is this Chen Master?"

"This Chen Master is too young."

"He looks about the same age as my son, still in high school."

Among those who came to the banquet, only a few had seen Chen Fan in person at the Qingyang Town arena. Most had just followed the trend, so seeing such a young Chen Master left them all stunned.

However, when they saw Chen Fan ascend the stage and the many northern Jiang leaders bow respectfully, any doubts or questions they had could only be suppressed.

Even if it were a dog!

As long as it had the support of many leaders, it would be the strongest dog in northern Jiang!

No matter how young Chen Fan was, no matter how ordinary he looked, no matter how lacking in authority he seemed... he was still Chen Master! Standing at the pinnacle of northern Jiang, looking around, there were only a few who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him!

Jiang Churan and the others were dumbfounded.

Zhang Yumeng's chopsticks fell from her hand, but she didn't even notice. Her lips trembled, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.

"Chen Fan?"

"Chen Master!"

How could these two completely different worlds be connected?

One was an ordinary high school student, with an ordinary appearance and ordinary abilities, at most a bit more capable in fighting.

The other was the top leader of northern Jiang, looking down on all, on par with the richest man in the province!

But now these two identities were strangely combined, shocking and trembling everyone.

Indeed, Zhang Yumeng felt her whole body shaking. She recalled the countless times she had mocked Chen Fan, the more she thought about it, the more afraid she became, until her face turned pale.

Yang Chao beside her was equally ashen-faced. Only Xu Rongfei, covering her mouth, was both surprised and delighted, yet couldn't believe it.

Compared to Jiang Churan's table, Wei Zeping's table was much quieter.

None of the many young masters from Chuzhou spoke, all silent as the grave. Wei Zeping's eyes were vacant, muttering:

"How is this possible? How can Chen Master be him? I must have seen wrong, I must have..."

The young master who had mocked Chen Fan before could only force a bitter smile: "Young Master Wei, how could this be wrong! Third Master and the others are on the stage, they can't be mistaken."

But Wei Zeping seemed not to hear, still repeating the same words.

Li Yichen sat there, his heart churning like a storm, his nails digging into his palm, but he felt nothing.

'So this is your trump card?'

'Chen Master! What a big trump card, hidden so deeply.'

'For half a year, no one knew about this identity of yours.'

He slowly closed his eyes, a bitter smile on his face: "Chen Fan, you win. I thought you were just an ordinary person. My family background, my abilities, my means, all made you seem far behind. But I never expected, after all the calculations, to make one mistake and lose everything!"

Beside him, Chu Minghui stared intently at the young man on the stage, shouting in his heart:

'I don't believe it! I haven't lost yet!'

'What if you are Chen Master?'

'Someday, I will surpass you... someday.'

Among the people present, only Wan Jun could still maintain his composure. His relationship with Chen Fan was not deep, and he had a strong backing. But he still drew a cold breath:

'Such a young man can ascend to the pinnacle of northern Jiang, compared to him, even Jun Wen would pale in comparison.'

He thought of his talented cousin.

Wan Jun had thought he would never see anyone surpass his cousin in his lifetime, but unexpectedly, in Chuzhou, at the Tianjia Grand Hotel, he saw someone far surpassing his cousin.

'Jun Wen, to catch up with this Chen Master, you would need another twenty to thirty years of effort. And now, he can already stand on equal footing with your father.'

Thinking of this, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

At this moment, someone in the front row stood up.

It turned out that Chen Master had finished speaking and was now toasting each table.

"Chen Master, it's been a long time."

"Chen Master, it's finally good to see you again."

"Chen Master, when my hotel opens, you must come and grace us with your presence."

One after another, flattering or covertly praising words. Chen Fan held a glass of wine, toasting each table, and even the most powerful people had to stand and drink to the brim.

Li Yichen watched helplessly as Chen Fan's lips didn't even touch the glass, just a slight gesture, and the big bosses, no less powerful than his father, vied to drink their glasses dry, as if to prove their respect for Chen Master.

Finally, Chen Fan reached their table.

"Chen Master, this is my son, Wei Zeping."

Third Master Wei, following behind Chen Fan, his face flushed, hurriedly introduced.

"I know him," Chen Fan said indifferently.

Under Wei Zeping's nervous gaze, Chen Fan glanced at him and said coolly:

"Do you remember what I said before?"

Wei Zeping looked as if he had lost a loved one, his hands trembling, unable to speak.

A shadow of doubt flashed in Third Master Wei's mind, fearing his son had offended Chen Master. Thinking of this, he glared fiercely at Wei Zeping, scaring him so much that half the wine in his glass spilled.

After Chen Fan's question, he ignored Wei Zeping and looked around.

These young masters who had been arrogant in front of him were now as silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to speak until Chen Fan raised his glass, then they hurriedly drank it down, as if the slower they drank, the more Chen Fan would notice them.

Li Yichen felt an overwhelming sadness.

More tragic than Chen Fan's direct revenge was that Chen Fan's gaze swept past him without even a 0.1-second pause.

'Am I just a clown to you, not even worth your attention?'

Anger surged in his heart but quickly turned to despair.

He knew that no matter how hard he worked in his life, to reach Chen Fan's position, it would probably be in his forties or fifties. What would Chen Fan be like then?

Li Yichen didn't dare to think.

Chen Fan's indifference instead spurred Chu Minghui, who drank heavily, but his eyes burned with determination.

'I have walked the thorny path ahead of you in a different way. You are arrogant and unafraid of setbacks, while I am humble and silent but resolute.'

'Thirty years on this side, thirty years on that side. One day, I will step on you!'

Chen Fan paid no attention to what they were thinking. In the five hundred years he had lived, he had seen countless such small figures, but the one who ultimately stood at the pinnacle of the universe was only he, the Northern Mystic Immortal—Chen Beixuan!

After toasting dozens of tables, probably half of northern Jiang's upper class now knew Chen Fan.

Finally, Chen Fan stopped at Jiang Churan's table.

"Dad, Brother Chen Fan..." Xu Rongfei stood up, looking at them with eyes full of surprise and disbelief.

"Fei Fei." Xu Ao smiled.

Even Chen Fan smiled lovingly: "Fei Fei, your dad and I have some things to discuss, you can play here."

"Okay." Xu Rongfei nodded vigorously.

The many northern Jiang leaders surrounding Chen Fan looked at the Xu family father and daughter differently:

'The Xu family is getting a head start. Why don't we have such a cute and obedient daughter?'

Third Master Wei was the most regretful. His son had offended Chen Fan, while Xu Ao's daughter was close to Chen Master! In the future, his position in Chen Master's heart might be taken by Xu Ao.

Thinking of this, Old Third Wei secretly resolved to be more aggressive.

At this moment, Chen Fan's gaze swept over Zhang Yumeng and Yang Chao. Zhang Yumeng's head was lowered so low it almost touched her chest, while Yang Chao, at 1.9 meters tall, was hunched, looking about the same height as the 1.7-meter-tall Chen Fan.

He prayed to the heavens, hoping Chen Fan wouldn't notice him.

Especially seeing his usually stern father, Yang Yifan, bowing and serving Chen Fan like a eunuch serving an emperor.

Chen Fan's gaze didn't fall on them but looked at Jiang Churan.

Jiang Churan, with a complex expression, raised his glass and stood up, saying nothing, only his beautiful eyes looking at Chen Fan, filled with countless emotions. Shock, doubt, anger, and... ultimately, deep disbelief and regret.

Chen Fan, who had been expressionless all along, now smiled lightly:

"I said I was Chen Master, and you didn't believe me."

"Do you believe me now?"

After saying this, he didn't wait for Jiang Churan's answer, drinking the glass of wine he had never touched. As if drinking away all the emotions from his past life and the entanglements of this rebirth.

Then he put down the glass and turned to leave.

Leaving Jiang Churan, holding her glass, filled with endless regret, standing there alone.

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