Chapter 175: Chapter 175: eting Ye Feng
The morning sun over the Shen Clan’s Main City shone brightly, bathing the jade-paved boulevards in a golden radiance that seed to amplify the inherent wealth of the world’s most powerful lineage.
The three-week-long feast was already ending, and many people have already started to leave, with only those who have business left to do remains.
"So you’re leaving?" Haoran asked, his voice a calm, low resonance as he walked.
He held his hands hidden within the broad, silk sleeves of his black-and-gold robes, his pace leisurely yet commanding.
Walking beside him were Luo Mingye and Xia ngyao.
The atmosphere between them was no longer one of distant royalty and humble guests; the events of the kiosk had forged a strange, unspoken bond that simred just beneath the surface of their polite conversation.
"Yes," Xia ngyao replied, adjusting the sword-belt at her waist. "We left our sects in a hurry after the initial news of the tournant reached us. We only inford our elders through a frantic letter. If we stay away much longer, the Sect Master will assu we’ve been kidnapped or worse. So we really can’t stay out for long, despite the hospitality of the Shen Clan."
"My grandfather will absolutely kill
if I don’t show up for the Zither-Soul training this ti," Luo Mingye added, letting out a long, dramatic sigh before taking a large, unladylike bite of a at skewer she had snatched from a passing street vendor. "He’s been threatening to lock
in the Soundless Grotto for months."
"Is that so?" Haoran replied, a faint, amused smile touching his lips. "Then be careful on your way back. The roads are becoming restless with the rumors of the wilderness. Though I want to ask, are the two of you planning on attending the Imperial Academy next year?"
"Absolutely," Xia ngyao nodded without a second of hesitation as her eyes lit up with a warrior’s hunger. "That is the gathering place for every genius in the Central Region, after all. To miss it would be to miss the chance to truly asure oneself against the heavens."
Haoran nodded, his gaze distant, as if thinking of sothing. "Yes, that too. But you must know that the academy is more than just a school. They will also open portals to countless ’Lower Realms’ for the students to train in—realms that are essentially isolated playgrounds of chaos. So of those places house the legacies of Supres from the Ancient Era, things that have been forgotten by the modern world."
"I know that one well," Luo Mingye chid in, waving her skewer for emphasis. "My grandfather actually obtained his primary legacy, the ’Zither of the Mourning Moon,’ in one of those lower realm trials when he was a student. It’s where most of the Imperial Capital’s powerhouses find their foundations."
Xia ngyao was about to speak, likely to ntion her own sect’s history with the Academy, when she stopped, her brow furrowing as she noticed a growing commotion further down the street.
"Huh? What’s that? The crowd is getting quite loud."
Haoran stared into the distance.
There, a hundred yards away, a group of Shen Clan branch descendants and their high-ranking servants were forming a dense, cheering circle.
The sound of jeering laughter and rhythmic clapping echoed off the jade walls of the surrounding mansions.
Curious, and slightly annoyed that his walk was being interrupted by a street brawl, Haoran decided to check it out.
Luo Mingye and Xia ngyao followed closely behind him, their hands instinctively resting on their respective weapons.
In the middle of the circle, the atmosphere was thick with hostility.
Ye Feng, the man who occupied the enviable yet dangerous position of being the husband to the 4th Crown, Shen Xinye, stood face to face with a branch descendant who looked ready to draw blood.
"Huh! A dog like you actually dared to co here and even participate in the feast? How laughable!" the Shen Clan descendant laughed, his voice dripping with aristocratic venom.
He was dressed in expensive blue silks, his Qi fluctuating at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.
"A mortal trash eating at the sa table as the Shen lineage? It’s an insult to our ancestors!"
"So what? There isn’t any rule written on the city gates saying I can’t co," Ye Feng said, his voice remarkably calm.
He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, looking entirely unimpressed by the posturing of the noble before him.
Inside, however, Ye Feng was cursing his luck with the intensity of a thousand suns.
’Why did I stay?!’ he scread at himself. ’I just wanted to see the tournant and maybe snag so of that high-grade spirit food for my storage ring. How did I get dragged into this clichéd ’bully the son-in-law’ scenario? I knew I should have gone ho after the first day! Why did I stay for the entirety of this three week feast?!’
"A useless mortal like you?" the descendant sneered, stepping closer until he was inches from Ye Feng’s face. "Just stepping foot in the Shen Clan Domain is a blessing that should have you on your knees in gratitude. But you actually dared to co here, into the Main City itself?! Don’t think that just because you managed to trick Shen Xinye into marrying you that you have the sa authority as her! You don’t deserve her at all! You’re a blemish on her reputation!"
Ah, Ye Feng finally realized the root of the issue.
This man didn’t care about the fact that he was a mortal attending the feast, instead, he was likely one of the many suitors who had been rejected by the cold and beautiful 4th Crown.
And he was just taking out his romantic frustration on the "easy target
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