What was Old Man Chen up to now?
Su Jiu furrowed his brow and stroked his chin with one hand, looking perplexedly at the eighteen War Gods blocking the Leng family's gates from end to end, along with the War God Hall's master, Old Man Chen, who stood at the front.
Seriously, did they not realize they were blocking someone's way?
"Elder Chen, Hall Master, a guest is always welcome. Please, come in!"
But the nineteen War Gods didn't budge. They just stood there ramrod straight.
It was an incredibly awkward situation, yet their expressions were all dead serious—not a hint of... Su Jiu still caught a few War Gods' mouths twitching ever so slightly. Clearly, not all of them were that good at keeping up appearances.
The smile on Su Jiu's face stiffened. You really won't take a hint, huh? You're going to make me, Su Jiu, personally "invite" you in?
Fine. You asked for it!
Su Jiu reached forward with one hand. Ripples shimmered faintly in the air, and his right hand disappeared.
By the time Chen Xinjie realized something was wrong, it was already too late!
The object vanished from his grasp. The banner was gone. He looked up, only to see it in Su Jiu's hand.
"Hall Master Chen, I assume this was meant for me. Now that you've delivered it, I'm sure you must be busy, so I won't keep you. Take care!"
As soon as Su Jiu finished speaking, he turned and walked away. If they liked standing around, they could stand around. His Leng family wasn't so stingy that they couldn't spare these people a patch of ground.
As for that worthless banner?
It probably wasn't worth much anyway. Su Jiu would have liked to toss it straight into the trash, but today was a special occasion, and there were some things better left undone. He'd just save it for Na'er to wipe her mouth with later.
Na'er: "..."
Please don't. I'm worried it'll scrape my lips.
Chen Xinjie's expression crumpled. He could no longer maintain his stern, respectable facade. He hadn't expected the other side to be completely unfazed by his show of force.
Damn it, why couldn't Leng Wuduan just play along?
Picking on an "honest man" like him was downright dishonorable!
"Hall Master, are we still going to the banquet?"
First War God Ao Rui asked despite the pressure of Chen Xinjie's glare and his own injuries. He thought that if the other side didn't show them any respect, then they were disrespecting the Douluo Federation.
Who were they?
The Federation's sharpest blade!
There was no need to press their hot faces against his cold backside. If he dared to disrespect them, that young man had just narrowed his own path!
"Go in. Why wouldn't we?"
Chen Xinjie's answer took them by surprise. Had Elder Long been wringing him dry so often that his attitude had become so accommodating? Even when the other side was practically rubbing his nose in it, he could still "magnanimously" forgive them?
Honestly, it was like seeing the sun rise in the west.
They didn't dwell on it. Following their leader was always the right choice.
And if the direction was wrong, then it was the road's fault. The leader was always right, without a single flaw!
The nineteen of them took their seats, one after another. But the atmosphere at their table was rather heavy. Many Soul Masters steered clear of them, afraid they might pin some baseless accusation on them.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk~ Look who decided to show up! He was acting all high and mighty just now!"
"You're something else, Old Man Chen. All talk and no bite!"
Behind the scenes, Su Jiu muttered to himself, unaware that his two wives, one big and one small, were standing behind him.
"Honey, what are you saying? The banquet is about to begin, and you're the star of the day."
"Child groom, you look so handsome today!"
After exchanging a glance, Leng Yaozhu and Na'er both smiled radiantly.
They each held two rings in their hands. Their intentions couldn't have been clearer. If they were going to put on an act, they might as well go all the way!
"Fine, fine. I'll put them on for you, all right? Sister Yaozhu, remember to take yours off once the banquet's over. As for you, Na'er, it doesn't matter."
Leng Yaozhu had finally gotten her chance. Getting her to take it off voluntarily would be almost impossible. As for Na'er, she probably didn't even understand what the ring meant. There was a good chance Leng Yaozhu had talked her into this.
The two of them seemed to have planned it in advance. Neither said a word; they just stood there smiling.
Su Jiu was getting a little embarrassed by their antics. He sighed, took the rings from them, and slipped them onto their ring fingers. With the rings on, the two women were officially spoken for.
The next moment, they each took one of Su Jiu's hands. A cool sensation brushed his fingers. He looked down to see Leng Yaozhu and Na'er putting rings on his ring fingers as well.
"My loves, let's go. We shouldn't keep our guests waiting."
Su Jiu took one hand in each of his, and the three of them walked slowly toward the banquet stage. It was time for him to take the spotlight.
The banquet hall wasn't huge, but it could easily seat more than ten thousand Soul Masters. In the center stood a massive soul-guided screen, nearly the size of a soccer field, displaying Su Jiu and his family of three in remarkable clarity.
"Welcome, everyone. Thank you for taking the time to attend the Leng family's celebration... I'll say it again: since you're here, you're all our guests. Eat and drink your fill. As your host, I can certainly make sure everyone here leaves satisfied!"
"Well, I won't take up any more of your time. Keep dancing, keep celebrating!"
Su Jiu's voice wasn't loud, but it carried the youthful sharpness and vitality he couldn't quite hide, reaching everyone present with perfect clarity.
The banquet officially began, but most of those who had come to witness the occasion were still stunned, unable to recover. It was true!
They couldn't believe it was all true. The newly crowned number one on the continent was actually so young!
To defeat Yun Ming at just level 96—they couldn't even imagine how terrifying Leng Wuduan's strength would be once he reached level 99, the Limit Quasi-God realm!
They could already foresee that the next hundred years would belong to Leng Wuduan: an era in which he would stand alone, his absolute power holding down the peerless geniuses of this generation and the next.
Su Jiu and the two women beside him went to a special dining table. It was piled high with Na'er's favorite dishes and all kinds of pastries. The food here was clearly a cut above what was served at the other tables, but the little girl was holding back. Su Jiu smiled. She was putting on quite a convincing act.
"My little child bride, this whole table is for you. No one's going to steal it, so don't worry."
"Hehe~ Then I won't hold back, Brother Su. Love you!" (ˊ˘ˋ*)♡
After that, Na'er could no longer resist the temptation before her. She launched into a full-on sweep of the battlefield, eating to her heart's content.
Leng Yaozhu's gaze grew increasingly dreamy. She propped her chin on one hand and stared at Su Jiu, unable to look away.
"Hubby, let me offer you the first drink of the day."
Su Jiu raised the glass Leng Yaozhu handed him and drained it in front of her.
"Wife, if I drink myself unconscious later, I might have to trouble you."
Leng Yaozhu smiled softly but didn't answer. A little scheme was clearly brewing in her eyes.
As the banquet continued, many well-known Soul Masters came over to toast Su Jiu. He turned none of them away.
But one gaze remained fixed on Na'er, filled with an indescribable mix of bitterness and envy. Who would've thought what she'd said at the wedding was true...
"Xinglan, hurry up and eat. The food at the Leng family's banquet is delicious..."
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