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"Lord Ye, our House Master has set up a banquet in the Spring Breeze House to get to know you. I wonder if you have the time to meet him?"

Ye Chenfeng, whose entire body was covered in wounds, sat cross-legged in his room. While he was healing his injuries from the battle with the Divine Demon Candle Dragon, the qipao girl came to his room once again. She looked at Ye Chenfeng with a complicated expression and said softly.

"Alright, I will go to the Spring Breeze House tonight!"

"Lord Ye, we finally got you here. Please come in!"

When Ye Zichen slowly walked into the spring breeze that was emitting a faint sandalwood scent, he saw a woman with a graceful figure and a snow-white chest, who was wearing a cheongsam. Beside her stood a man with a dignified appearance, slightly gray temples, and a black beard.

And this man was the Violet Cloud Hall Master, the peak of the 2-star Dao God realm Violet Cloud Peng.

Ye Chenfeng looked at the Qipao girl with twinkling eyes, smiled at her, then followed Zi Yunpeng to the most luxurious room in the Spring Breeze House.

"Tower Lord, may I know why you have invited me here tonight?" Ye Zichen slowly asked as he drank a mouthful of the flag-robed woman's spiritual tea. A light flashed in his eyes.

"I heard from Xiao Ya that she met an important person and wanted to get to know him!" Zi Yun Peng lowered his posture and said politely, "Besides, you have brought such a great fortune to my Purple Cloud Pavilion. I must thank you for your generosity."

"Come, Xiao Ya, pour some wine. I will drink with Lord Ye tonight!"

"Yes, Tower Lord!"

Under Zi Yunpeng's order, the Qipao girl sat close to Ye Chenfeng and poured him a glass of wine that emitted a sweet fragrance.

"Lord Ye, let's talk about Feng Yue tonight. Let's drink!" Zi Yun Peng raised his cup with both hands and said in high spirits.

After three rounds of drinking, Zi Yun Peng, who was emitting a faint smell of alcohol, asked, "Lord Ye, where are you from? Are you traveling to the Violet Cloud City?"

"I'm just a rogue cultivator who happened to pass by Violet Cloud City. I want to exchange for some teleportation stones in case of an emergency!" Ye Chenfeng slowly savored the wine and said in a neither cold nor hot manner.

"May I know for what reason does Young Master need so many Teleportation Stones?"

When he heard that Ye Chenfeng was only a rogue cultivator, a cold smile surfaced on Zi Yunpeng's face as he continued to ask.

"OP, aren't you talking too much!" Ye Chenfeng glanced at him coldly and said softly.

"Yes, yes. Xiao Ya, you have to take good care of Lord Ye tonight. If Lord Ye is not satisfied, I will ask you!" Zi Yun Peng smiled, but he wasn't angry. He said this to the charming, beautiful, and beautiful Qipao woman who was blushing all over his face.

"Yes sir!" The cheongsam girl nodded her head and pressed her soft body onto Ye Chenfeng's body. She said in a soft voice, "Sir Ye, I respect you."

"Lord Ye, what do you think about Ya Er? If you like her, I will send you back with me to help you sleep!" Zi Yunpeng watched as Ye Chenfeng drank a lot, then revealed a thought-provoking smile.

"You really want me to go back!"

Ye Chenfeng did not like the Qipao girl pestering him, so he gently pushed her soft body to the side and looked coldly at Zi Yun.

"Lord Ye, why can't I understand you!" Zi Yun Peng's expression froze as he revealed a strange smile.

"Pavilion Master Zi, to be honest, your acting skills are truly mediocre!" Ye Zichen lost his patience and said, "Alright, don't waste anymore time. Let the people hiding in the surroundings come out, let me see who the Baili family has sent to deal with me."

"I've underestimated you!"

Although his conspiracy had been seen through by Ye Chenfeng, Zi Yunpeng did not reveal any sign of panic. He believed that with the dragnet he had laid down, even if Ye Chenfeng had three heads and six arms, he would still not be able to escape death.

"This can only mean that your methods are a bit weak!" Ye Zichen pointed out his finger lightly, and without waiting for the Qipao girl to dodge, he pointed at her forehead, causing her, who was not too bad, to faint, then put her into the Heavenly Completion Stage.

"Crack!"

At this moment, the walls around the room shattered. Eight armoured men appeared with a Heavenly Sacred Artifact in their hands, surrounding Ye Chenfeng, who was drinking alone.

"Brat, I have to admire your courage. You're still drinking even before your death. Do you know that there's poison in this wine?" The face of the Violet Cloud Pengs revealed a ferocious expression as he spoke in a dense voice.

"This is called poison!" Ye Zichen revealed a disdainful smile and said, "Alright, don't waste anymore time. Go ahead and take care of everything. Once I've taken care of all of you, it would be good for me to go back to sleep."

"Arrogant!"

A burly man, covered in thick hair, glared angrily. He held a battle blade that weighed hundreds of millions of pounds, and was on the level of an Inferior Grade Heavenly Sacred Artifact, as he slashed at Ye Zichen.

With a single slash, the entire space was split in half by that terrifying Daomang. That terrifying Daomang of his had annihilated everything in its path, and his terrifying aura was suffocating.

Without waiting for the slash, Ye Zichen quickly reached out two fingers, causing a hole in the blade light, and accurately catching the man's descending low-grade Heavenly Sacred Saber.

When he cultivated to the second level of the Heavenly Layer, Ye Chenfeng's physical body was comparable to a low-grade Heavenly Sacred Artifact. A mere low-grade Heavenly Sacred Saber would not be able to harm him in the slightest.

"What!"

As they watched Ye Zichen use his fingers to hold down the low-grade Heavenly Sacred Saber, Zi Yunpeng and the rest all stared with wide eyes with looks of disbelief.

They knew exactly how powerful this muscular man's battle prowess was. A single slash was enough to injure an ordinary 2-star Dao God.

"Crack!"

Just as great waves of shock rose up in Zi Yunpeng and the rest's hearts, Ye Chenfeng's fingers suddenly exerted force. A force of more than two hundred billion pounds burst forth from between his fingers, forcefully shattering the back of the blade. This shocking scene shocked everyone present.

"I don't believe that you're not poisoned!"

Seeing Ye Chenfeng's amazing battle power, beads of sweat appeared on Zi Yunpeng's forehead. He quickly took out a flute and started blowing on it, using sound waves to stimulate the poison in Ye Chenfeng's body.

However, no matter how he blew, it was unable to trigger the poison in Ye Chenfeng's body.

"You, you really weren't poisoned!" Seeing Ye Chenfeng's calm expression, Zi Yunpeng's throat rolled and a strong sense of unease arose in his heart.

"All of you come at me together, don't waste any more time!"

Ye Chenfeng raised his head and downed the wine in his cup, then turned his proud gaze towards Zi Yunpeng and the others as he spoke in a heroic manner.