Chen Nianzhi looked up and saw a slender, fair-skinned, beautiful young woman standing behind Meng Xinghe.
The young woman appeared to be only a little over twenty, yet she had already reached the Qi Refining Ninth Layer. Such talent, even within a Foundation Establishment Immortal Clan, was enough to make her a favored daughter of heaven.
When Meng Wanxing saw him looking at her, she could not help lowering her head, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
Chen Nianzhi fell silent for a moment before carefully declining. "Miss Meng possesses astonishing immortal grace. You truly deserve your reputation as the Meng Clan's favored daughter of heaven."
"However, this junior already has someone in his heart. I can only disappoint this generous affection."
At those words, Meng Wanxing's delicate brows furrowed. She cast him a resentful glance, but ultimately said nothing.
"I see." Meng Xinghe gave an awkward laugh. "This old man was too rash."
After three rounds of wine, the banquet swiftly drew to a close.
The old clan chief exchanged a glance with Chen Nianzhi, then rose with his wine cup raised. "I am deeply grateful to all of you for honoring us by attending our Chen Clan's banquet today."
After draining his cup, he addressed the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Six Great Families.
"Sixty years ago, the Chen Clan declined and surrendered our share of Yuyang Market's tax revenues."
"Now that the Chen Clan has risen again, it is only right that we reclaim the share that belongs to us."
"Indeed." Lin Mocheng nodded, his tone calm. "How about this? Each of our five clans will contribute two percent of our profits, making up ten percent for your Chen Clan. What do you think?"
A ten-percent share of the tax revenue amounted to only five hundred Spirit