Leng Family Grand Banquet · Two

What is Old Man Chen up to now?

Su Jiu frowned, stroking his chin with one hand, and looked with a puzzled expression at the eighteen War Gods who were blocking the Leng Family gate completely, as well as the Hall of War Gods Master standing at the very front, Old Man Chen.

Seriously, don't you people know you're blocking the way?

"Old Man Chen, Hall Master, guests have arrived, please, come in, please come in!"

Yet these nineteen War Gods remained unmoved, standing there as straight as ramrods.

It was an incredibly awkward situation, but their expressions were deadly serious, not a hint of... Su Jiu still caught the corners of a few War Gods' mouths twitching slightly; clearly, they weren't all just putting on a show.

The smile on Su Jiu's face stiffened. So they were refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit, were they? Did they really want him to personally 'invite' them in?

Fine, have it your way!

Su Jiu reached out with one hand, and as ripples appeared in the void, his right hand vanished.

By the time Chen Xinjie realized something was wrong, it was already too late!

He felt the sensation in his hand disappear; the silk banner had vanished into thin air, and when he looked up, it was already in Su Jiu's grasp.

"Hall Master Chen, I believe this belongs to me. Since the item has been delivered and I'm sure you are a very busy man, Hall Master Chen, I won't keep you. Safe travels!"

As soon as Su Jiu finished speaking, he turned and walked away. If they wanted to stand there, let them. The Leng Family wasn't so stingy that they wouldn't let these people stand on their property.

As for that worthless silk banner?

It was probably useless anyway. Su Jiu wanted to throw it away, but today was a special occasion, so it was better not to do anything rash. He would just leave it for Na'er to wipe her mouth with later.

Na'er: "..."

Forget it, I don't want that thing scratching my mouth.

Chen Xinjie's expression crumbled; he could no longer maintain his facade of stoic indifference. He hadn't expected the other side to completely ignore his show of force.

Damn it, why wasn't Leng Wuduan playing by the rules?

Bullying an 'honest man' like him—this was simply lacking in martial virtue!

"Hall Master, are we still attending the banquet?"

Ao Rui, the First War God, asked while nursing his injuries, enduring the pressure of Chen Xinjie's glare. He felt that since the other party didn't give them face, they weren't giving the Douluo Federation face.

Who were they?

The sharpest blade of the Federation!

There was no need to lower themselves to curry favor. If they dared to disrespect them, these youngsters were just narrowing their own paths!

"Go in. Why wouldn't we go in?"

Chen Xinjie's answer caught them off guard. Had Old Man Chen been drained dry by Elder Long today? To the point where he could "magnanimously" forgive someone for climbing all over his head?

Truly, the sun must be rising in the west.

They didn't think too much about it; following the leader's direction was never wrong. If the direction was wrong, it must be the road's fault. The leader was always, without exception, correct!

The nineteen men entered and took their seats one after another, but the atmosphere at the table was stifling. Many spirit masters avoided them, fearing they might be slapped with some trumped-up charge.

"Tsk tsk tsk~ Didn't they come in after all? And they were acting so haughty just a moment ago!"

"You really are something, Old Man Chen, saying one thing and meaning another!"

Su Jiu muttered to himself backstage, not noticing his two wives, one big and one small, standing behind him.

"Husband, what are you saying? The banquet is about to start, and you are the protagonist today."

"Child-husband, you look very handsome today!"

Leng Yaozhu and Na'er exchanged a glance, both wearing beautiful smiles.

They each held two rings in their hands; the meaning couldn't be clearer. If you're going to put on a show, you have to do it right!

"Alright, alright, I'll put them on for you. Sister Yaozhu, remember to take it off promptly after the banquet ends. As for Na'er, it doesn't matter."

Leng Yaozhu had finally waited for this opportunity; getting her to take it off voluntarily would be nearly impossible. As for Na'er, she probably didn't even understand what it signified, and there was a high chance Leng Yaozhu had coaxed her into it.

The two of them acted as if they had agreed beforehand, saying nothing, just standing there smiling.

Su Jiu felt a bit embarrassed by them. He sighed, took the rings from their hands, and slid them onto their ring fingers. With the rings on, they were officially spoken for.

The next moment, Su Jiu's hands were pulled by the two of them. Feeling a cool sensation, he looked down to see that Leng Yaozhu and Na'er had placed rings on his own ring fingers.

"My loves, let's go. Don't keep the guests waiting."

Su Jiu held one in each hand, and the three of them walked slowly toward the banquet stage. Now, it was time for his performance.

The banquet hall was not large, but it could easily accommodate over ten thousand spirit masters. In the center, a spirit guidance screen the size of a football field projected the image of Su Jiu's family of three with remarkable clarity.

"Thank you all for taking the time to attend the Leng Family ceremony today... As I said before, since you are here, you are all guests. Eat well and drink well. As the host, I can certainly ensure everyone here leaves satisfied!"

"I won't take up any more of your time. Everyone, continue to dance, continue to enjoy yourselves!"

Su Jiu's voice was not loud, but it carried a sharp, vibrant energy that a young man could not hide, reaching the ears of everyone present with perfect clarity.

The banquet had officially begun, yet most of the witnesses who had come were still in shock, unable to process the reality of what they had just seen.

To think it was all true; the newly crowned number one of the continent was actually this young!

Having defeated Yun Ming with the cultivation of a rank 96, they dared not even imagine just how terrifying the true strength of Leng Wuduan, who had reached the rank 99 limit quasi-god realm, really was!

At the same time, they could foresee that the next hundred years would belong to the era of Leng Wuduan—an era where he alone, with absolute strength, would suppress all the peerless geniuses of this generation and the next!

Su Jiu and the two people beside him arrived at a special dining table, which was filled with the dishes and various pastries that Na'er usually liked best. It was evident that this table of food was of a significantly higher grade compared to the others, yet the little girl was acting reserved. Su Jiu smiled; she was certainly playing the part well.

"My little child bride, this table is all for you. No one is going to snatch it from you, so don't worry."

"Heehee~ Then I won't stand on ceremony, Brother Su. Love you~" (ˊ˘ˋ*)♡

After those words, Na'er could no longer resist the temptation before her and began a storm-like sweep of the battlefield, eating with great delight.

Opposite them, the gaze of Leng Yaozhu grew increasingly hazy. Resting her chin on one hand, she stared at Su Jiu, unable to tear her eyes away from him.

"Husband, I toast this first glass of wine today to you."

Su Jiu raised the glass handed to him by Leng Yaozhu and drained it in one gulp right before her eyes.

"Wife, if I end up dead drunk later, I might have to trouble you."

Leng Yaozhu smiled lightly and did not respond to Su Jiu's words, though her eyes were clearly turning some sort of scheme over in her mind.

As the grand banquet proceeded, many famous soul masters came to toast Su Jiu, and he refused none of them.

Yet, one gaze remained fixed on Na'er, filled with an indescribable bitterness and envy. She hadn't expected that what she said at the wedding before was actually true...

"Sister Xinglan, hurry and eat. The food from the Leng Family is delicious..."