"Someone from the main pavilion has arrived."
Ye Lingkong, the Left Envoy of the Wind God, appeared in the air, his expression serious as he spoke five words.
Long Chen and Tang Wan'er were both taken aback when they heard the words 'General Pavilion.' What did that mean? Could the Wind God Sea Pavilion be a branch pavilion?
Hearing that someone from the main pavilion had arrived, Feng Xinyue couldn't help but frown and asked, "Where is the Pavilion Master?"
"Seclusion,"
Ye Lingkong shrugged, looking helpless as he spoke.
Feng Xinyue was speechless. She looked at Ye Lingkong, who immediately felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly said, "Please spare me, I can't handle it."
Feng Xinyue looked at Long Chen, who immediately sensed something was wrong. But before he could speak, Feng Xinyue said, "
From now on, Long Chen, you will be in charge of the affairs of the Wind God Sea Pavilion. If anyone asks about your position, just say that you are currently the Deputy Pavilion Master of the Wind God Sea Pavilion."
After Feng Xinyue finished speaking, her figure disappeared. Long Chen was completely stunned. What on earth was going on? Why don't you explain yourself?
Long Chen looked at Ye Lingkong, who gave a bitter smile and said, "Elder Xin Yue dislikes socializing, and I'm not good at socializing either. This time, I'm afraid I'll trouble you, brother—no, I should trouble the Deputy Pavilion Master."
"What's going on? Can the deputy pavilion master be appointed at will?" Long Chen was completely stunned.
Ye Lingkong said, "Elder Xinyue holds a special status. She says appointment is an appointment. Besides, the Pavilion Master is in seclusion, so someone must be in charge!"
Long Chen's head suddenly grew large. This was just too tricky. Feng Xinyue, the hands-off shopkeeper, was so fast that Long Chen was caught off guard.
"What does the Wind God Sea Pavilion mean? The main pavilion's visitors have yet to see the pavilion master. Such a grand gesture—let me see what kind of person I truly need to pay my respects."
At that moment, a loud voice rang out, shaking the hall through a humming sound. Immediately after, a burly elder with white hair and beard, a stern face walked in.
Behind him were seventy or eighty people; aside from a few elders, the rest were all young men and women.
The elder leading the way was a half-step Divine Emperor. Perhaps out of anger, divine patterns swirled around him, and his power fluctuated terribly. As soon as he entered, a terrifying pressure instantly filled the entire hall.
The elders behind him were all Human Emperor realm experts, but their auras were astonishing, far surpassing ordinary Human Emperors. Their eyes shone with a restrained light, subtle and hidden—all masters.
Behind them was a group of young disciples. Their clothing was basically the same as those of the Wind God Sea Pavilion disciples, but even more luxurious. Long Chen noticed that their clothes were wrapped in golden threads and fluctuated abnormally, clearly empowered by a powerful formation.
Even Tang Wan'er's unique attire as a goddess couldn't compare to theirs; just the clothes alone were several levels above Tang Wan'er's.
These people, whether old or young, each one was extremely proud, chins raised high, wishing they could glare at people through their noses.
However, it must be said that these people's aura from top to bottom was astonishing, especially the young disciples. Each was like a sharp sword drawn, their sharp aura seemingly capable of tearing through the void. They were all top-tier experts.
Their aura was ancient and deep, with a clear chaotic energy. Clearly, they were all sealed powerhouses, with no manifest blood energy, likely only recently awakened and not yet fully awakened.
When they saw these people, Long Chen and Tang Wan'er were shocked. Their blood energy hadn't revived, yet there was such a terrifying aura. If it fully revived, it would be a disaster.
As soon as Long Chen saw the faces and aura of these people, he immediately understood why the Pavilion Master was in seclusion and why Feng Xinyue had left. Ye Lingkong would never accept them even if it meant it.
Although the exact origins of these people were unknown, the name 'Main Pavilion' and their superior aura revealed a lot.
This group saw that there were actually three young disciples here, and only Tang Wan'er was dressed in the uniform of a Wind God Sea Pavilion disciple, Long Chen wore a black robe, and Yue Zifeng wore a blue robe. They were all stunned.
The old man looked at Ye Lingkong and shouted coldly, "You must be the manager here, right? Let me ask you, knowing full well that someone from the main pavilion is coming, why don't you line up to welcome them? Are you planning a rebellion?"
Ye Lingkong was also good-tempered. Faced with the elder's aggressive questioning, he remained silent and did not explain.
Long Chen gave Tang Wan'er and Yue Zifeng a look, and the two immediately understood. They followed Long Chen out, as if they hadn't seen the group at all.
Long Chen wasn't a fool; he immediately saw that these guys were not easy to deal with, so he simply ignored them and pretended nothing had happened.
With Long Chen gone, Ye Lingkong was shameless; he actually followed behind the three of them, trying to slip away as well.
The behavior of the three nearly made the old man's lungs burst with anger. He'd seen humiliation before, but never such humiliation. At least say something.
What does it mean to leave without a word? Ignoring us? Treating us like air? These people's anger flared up instantly.
"Stop! Are you deaf or mute? Can't speak?" A disciple stepped across, stretched out his large hand, and blocked Long Chen's path.
"Why do you have to insult someone?" Long Chen couldn't help but frown.
"Is this considered insulting? When I talk to you, you don't respond and refuse to answer questions. Do we think you're deaf and mute, and that's a problem?" The man blocking Long Chen sneered.
"So, according to what you said, with your foul mouths, I thought you just ate shit and didn't want to talk to you. Is that not allowed?" Long Chen retorted sarcastically.
"Courting death!"
The man was furious, grabbed Long Chen's hand, and suddenly grabbed him by the collar.
"Smack!"
Before his hand could even touch Long Chen's collar, Long Chen's large hand had already slapped his face.
With a loud "puff
," blood splattered as half of the man's face was smashed by Long Chen's slap, sending him flying, causing the others to cry out in shock.
This was only because Long Chen had deliberately restrained his strength; otherwise, with his frail body, a casual slap could have shattered him apart.
"Kid, you're arrogant!"
Seeing Long Chen strike and injure, the Human Emperor elder flew into a rage and struck at Long Chen with his palm. At that moment, the other powerful warriors who had come with them were all furious and gripped their weapons.
However, just as the old man made his move, a cold longsword silently appeared, pointing at the old man's forehead. The old man's whole body stiffened, and everyone was shocked.
Yue Zifeng pointed his long sword at the old man's forehead. The tip had already pierced his skin, and blood slowly slid down the blade.
On the long sword, power was condensed and unleashed. Anyone could feel the overwhelming force within it. If Yue Zifeng activated it, the old man would die on the spot.
Yue Zifeng said nothing, his expression calm, yet his calmness sent chills down one's spine.
At this moment, the hall was deathly silent, so silent you could hear a pin drop.