Chapter 97

Ninth Floor of Fengyuanzhai.

Hanhai Hall.

By the window, Zhou Zhili收回目光时，脸上已带着一抹异色。

"You saw it, right? There's no need for you to step in; Su Yi can come in on his own."

Beside him, Qingjin spoke lazily.

Earlier, when Su Yi and his group arrived at Fengyuanzhai, Qingjin, who was looking out the window, happened to see them.

After that, Zhou Zhili was also drawn over and witnessed everything that happened at the entrance of Fengyuanzhai.

"That attendant is just a low-level character; he couldn't possibly recognize Su Yi's prowess. I thought we could use this opportunity to invite Su Yi for a chat, but as you said, Uncle, a person like him doesn't need us to step in."

Zhou Zhili sighed.

The governor of Yonghe County, Mu Zhongting, who looked like an old man, was also present.

At this moment, he suddenly spoke, "I remember that young man in the green robe. Before the Sixth Prince and you all descended from the tower ship, he glanced at me from a distance, as if he had seen through my identity."

Zhou Zhili was taken aback.

Qingjin pondered, "He probably didn't recognize your identity but saw through your cultivation."

A direct hit.

Mu Zhongting couldn't help but ask curiously, "Who is this young man that you two hold in such high regard?"

Qingjin, recalling the scenes of meeting Su Yi on the tower ship, felt a vague sense of melancholy and loss, and said, "Governor Mu, you should ask the Sixth Prince."

She stood alone by the window, arms crossed, gazing at the myriad lights in the distance, her bright eyes lost in thought.

"Governor Mu, let's sit and chat."

Zhou Zhili, however, was enthusiastic and smiled as he spoke.

...

Shanhe Hall.

Red carpets covered the floor, candles hung high, and the hall was brightly lit.

In a large blue porcelain vase, nearly as tall as a person, bloomed a lush bouquet of flowers. On the walls hung a three-zhang-long ink painting of mountains and rivers, adding a touch of elegance.

A huge sandalwood table, large enough to seat over twenty people, was placed in the center of the hall, already adorned with fresh seasonal fruits and exquisite pastries.

On one side of the hall, five young maidservants were already waiting.

When Feng Xiaoran and A Fei entered the Shanhe Hall, they were momentarily dazed, and the latter became even more拘谨, as if afraid of dirtying the red carpet.

Even Feng Xiaofeng was taken aback.

He had grown up in a poor family and, despite having trained at the outer gate of Qinghe Sword Mansion, rarely entered such luxurious places.

Not to mention, this was the ninth floor of Fengyuanzhai in Yunhe County, a place only the city's elite and influential figures had the privilege to enter.

Huang Ganjun looked around and commented, "Not bad, not bad. It's much better than the Juxian Tower in Guangling City."

Then, he said with a self-deprecating smile, "In the past, I never had the chance to dine on this ninth floor when I came to Fengyuanzhai."

Cuiyun Lady smiled brightly, "In the past, it was our Fengyuanzhai that failed to serve you well. From now on, you are welcome to visit often, and we will do our best to make up for it."

Huang Ganjun couldn't help but laugh. He knew better than to take it seriously and was well aware that everything they were enjoying today was all thanks to Su Yi.

Without Su Yi, Huang Ganjun would likely not have caught the eye of the powerful Cuiyun Lady.

Only Su Yi remained calm, paying no attention to the luxurious and elegant decorations in the hall. He pushed Gu Xiaofeng's wheelchair to the banquet table and helped Feng Xiaoran and A Fei take their seats.

Then, he looked at Cuiyun Lady and said, "This place is nice. Please have the food served as soon as possible."

Cuiyun Lady's eyes sparkled, and she smiled, "As you wish, my lord. I will not disturb you further. If you need anything, just call the attendants."

With that, she bowed slightly and left.

Once the door to the hall closed, Feng Xiaofeng and the others seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and relaxed a bit.

Their humble upbringing made it difficult for them to adapt to such a grand setting in a short time, unlike Huang Ganjun, who was not intimidated.

On the contrary, Su Yi was completely unfazed.

In his past life, he had been a guest of honor among the rulers of the heavens and had entertained guests from all directions in secret realms that resembled fairylands.

Compared to those, the secular world was nothing.

As Su Yi and Huang Ganjun took their seats, the young maidservants, who had been waiting, began to serve tea and water. Each of them was beautiful and obedient, serving them with utmost care, without showing any disdain for Feng Xiaofeng and the others' attire.

Soon, one dish after another was served, steaming and emitting enticing aromas. They were all rare and top-tier ingredients, cooked in various styles, making everyone's mouths water.

Su Yi could also sense the faint traces of spiritual energy emanating from each dish, knowing that these ingredients had been soaked in spiritual medicines to imbue them with such qualities.

At first, Feng Xiaofeng and the others were a bit拘谨, but they soon relaxed and enjoyed the meal heartily.

Feng Xiaoran, sitting next to Su Yi, kept serving him dishes and refilling his wine glass, leaving the maidservants with no chance to help.

"This wine is excellent, very potent. It's no wonder it's Cuiyun Lady's private reserve."

Huang Ganjun, the most unrestrained, drank and ate heartily.

It was his first time enjoying such treatment, so he naturally relished it.

"Big Brother Huang, this meal must cost a lot of silver, right?"

A Fei, chewing on a piece of meat, asked vaguely.

"Silver?"

Huang Ganjun shook his head, "Do you remember what I said when we came? Things that can be solved with silver are not really problems. This meal is something that silver can't solve."

A Fei's eyes widened, "Then what can solve it?"

"High enough status and great enough power can solve it."

Huang Ganjun sighed.

A Fei seemed to understand but was still a bit confused.

Su Yi had to admit that, in the secular world, having power could sometimes make it easier to solve problems.

As Xiao Tianque had said when he gave him the token, when traveling in the secular world, one would inevitably encounter trivial matters that were not worth using force to resolve.

Tonight, for example, no matter how high one's cultivation was, it wouldn't be worth arguing with a lowly attendant.

At such times, the power represented by the token given by Xiao Tianque would come into play.

...

Sixth Floor of Fengyuanzhai.

Jinxiu Hall.

Yan Chengrong arrived with his female companion and, given his status, could only sit at the end of the table.

The host of this banquet was a formidable figure among the inner disciples of Qinghe Sword Mansion—

Chen Jinlong!

His father, Chen Dakuang, was a powerful figure in Yunhe County, and his Longhe Gang had over a thousand members, controlling half of the county's water transport business.

Chen Dakuang and the governor of Yunhe County, Qin Wenyuan, were close friends, having sworn brotherhood in their youth.

With Qin Wenyuan as his powerful backer, Chen Dakuang's Longhe Gang was thriving and flourishing.

As Chen Dakuang's son, Chen Jinlong was someone that even other clan descendants had to look up to and give way to.

Besides Chen Jinlong, the other guests, both male and female, were also of no small status.

For example, Nian Yunqiao, also an outer disciple, came from the Nian clan, whose status far surpassed Yan Chengrong's.

And Li Moyun, from the Li clan, the top clan in Guangling City, was also an inner disciple and a prominent figure, whose cultivation even surpassed Chen Jinlong's.

The banquet was lively, with Chen Jinlong doing most of the talking, and the others laughing and nodding in agreement.

Even the women's gazes frequently fell on Chen Jinlong, filled with admiration and a hint of reverence.

Finally, Yan Chengrong seized the opportunity to speak, cleared his throat, and said with a smile, "Do you all know who I encountered just now?"

"This Fengyuanzhai welcomes all kinds of nobles every day. How would we know who you're talking about? Don't keep us in suspense, tell us quickly."

Nian Yunqiao laughed.

He wore a dark blue robe, had a narrow face, and dark circles under his eyes, looking somewhat weak.

"Yes, tell us quickly."

Yu Qian, sitting next to Nian Yunqiao, urged.

She was petite and fair-skinned, with large, bright eyes, looking sweet and adorable.

Feeling everyone's attention on him, Yan Chengrong felt a sense of satisfaction and revealed his answer:

"It was Su Yi and Feng Xiaofeng, that pair of misfits."

The lively atmosphere of the banquet suddenly quieted, and everyone's expressions turned strange.

Nian Yunqiao's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Yu Qian's face stiffened slightly, feeling uncomfortable.

Li Moyun's heart pounded as if struck by lightning, and his fingers tightened around his wine glass.

Su Yi!

This guy had actually come to Yunhe County?

Just two days ago, he received a secret letter from his father, Li Tianhan, detailing how Yuan Luoxi, the young lady of the Yuan family, had treated Su Yi as a guest of honor at the Juxian Tower.

The letter ended with a stern warning to Li Moyun, emphasizing that under no circumstances should he ever oppose Su Yi, who had become a figure the Li family could not afford to offend!

After reading the letter, Li Moyun was so frustrated that he almost vomited blood.

On the night of the Dragon Gate Banquet on the second day of the second month, he had set up an ambush, planning to kill Su Yi without anyone knowing.

Who would have thought that Su Yi would become the first place winner of the Dragon Gate Competition, gaining fame along the Dachang River.

As a result, he had to abandon his plan and leave Guangling City that night under his father Li Tianhan's orders.

And just a few days later, Su Yi had become a guest of honor for Yuan Luoxi!

This news almost drove Li Moyun mad.

Yuan Luoxi!

The precious daughter of the Yuan family, one of the four top powers in Yunhe County, whose status was far above everyone present combined!

Today was the eighth day of the second month, and Su Yi had already arrived in Yunhe County...

At this moment, Li Moyun felt a heavy weight in his chest, as if a shadow was blocking out the sky, casting a dark cloud over his mind.

Is this guy destined to be my lifelong nemesis?

Li Moyun took a deep breath, suppressing his frustration and depression.

At this moment, the host, Chen Jinlong, couldn't help but burst out laughing, saying:

"One is a cripple, and the other is a useless waste of a cultivator, yet they foolishly think they can come to Fengyuanzhai for a banquet tonight. They probably couldn't even get past the front door, right?"