What Would You Do?

Lu Chen whipped his head around, a savage gleam flickering in his eyes.

"What are you laughing at? Got a problem with it?"

Young Master Qiu hurriedly cupped his hands. "My apologies. I'm happy—happy that Young Master Lu Chen has bolstered Great Yan's divine might. Unlike certain people, who swagger around like idiots every day; others have practically stomped on their faces, yet they don't dare let out so much as a fart!"

"Qiu Mo, are you courting death?"

A cold glint flashed through the eyes of a man seated near the seat of honor.

He was Ji Bafang, a royal disciple and a prodigy from the Royal Academy.

Qiu Mo shrank his neck and cupped his hands. "Young Master Ji, you misunderstand. You should know what I mean."

"So you mean me?"

The young man seated opposite Ji Bafang abruptly opened his eyes.

His gaze burned like torches, brimming with aggression.

Yang Sheng, Tianyu Academy's prodigy, was overflowing with vitality. Astral energy flickered across his body's surface.

Though he was merely at the seventh level of the True Martial Realm, his powerful aura was enough to make others wary.

A sharp light flashed deep in Qiu Mo's eyes. He gave an awkward smile. "Senior Brother Yang, please don't take offense. Just treat it as though I let out a fart, hehe... hehe..."

"You dog trash, lowly as an ant—who gave you the right to speak here?" Yang Sheng shouted coldly, his authority imposing even without anger.

When he turned to Lu Chen, it seemed as if lightning bloomed in his eyes, his aura rushing forward like a berserk savage beast.

"Who gave a dog the nerve to spout nonsense here? What the hell are you?"

Lu Chen narrowed his eyes.

This was the second Martial Dao Cultivator he had encountered, and his aura was even more terrifying than Wan Tong's had been.

Lu Chen smiled faintly and suddenly asked, "A citizen of Great Yan?"

"Of course!" Yang Sheng answered stiffly.

"Looks like you haven't forgotten your roots or betrayed your ancestors. Since you're a citizen of Great Yan, then tell me—if someone wanted to marry Great Yan's heir, what would you do?"

Yang Sheng narrowed his eyes.

This dog trash was digging a pit for him.

He could not help but sneer. "Put away that disgusting, self-righteous expression of yours. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind teaching you why the flowers are so red!"

"What would you do?" Lu Chen remained expressionless, refusing to let it go.

The hall fell deathly silent.

Every gaze gathered on Yang Sheng.

That was right—what would he do?

He represented Tianyu Academy. Whether he agreed to Great Yan's heir entering a marriage alliance or not, either answer would be wrong.

Most importantly, Lu Chen had slapped the label of "citizen of Great Yan" onto him.

If he agreed, Tianyu Academy would reveal its wolfish ambitions. If he refused, he would be placing himself beneath the royal family.

Caught between a rock and a hard place.

Qiu Mo watched the scene with a face full of smiles.

He was quite pleased with his handiwork. He wanted to muddy the waters—the muddier, the better.

"Kid..."

"What would you do?" Lu Chen cut Yang Sheng off, pressing forward relentlessly.

Yang Sheng clenched his fists, killing intent surfacing on his face.

Just as the atmosphere grew tense to the extreme, Lu Chen suddenly smiled. "Hehe, Tianyu's prodigy—I've really broadened my horizons."

The faces of many people twitched violently.

Damn it, that was harsher than stabbing Yang Sheng twice.

He might as well have cursed him outright.

"If you're here to watch a show, then get the hell out! Fuck you! You dare watch the princess's humiliation? What the hell are each and every one of you?"

Lu Chen suddenly roared, startling everyone so badly their hands trembled.

"You, you, you..." Lu Chen pointed at them one after another. "I don't believe you don't know the princess was forced into this marriage alliance. Yet what are you doing? You still have the nerve to sit here eating and drinking in peace?"

"You say the main party hasn't shown up, so you're willing to debase yourselves just like that? You're that eager to watch the princess make a fool of herself?"

"Is the Little Wolf King your father or your ancestor? Why are you all acting like idiots? Fuck!"

It was a full-scale, indiscriminate humiliation.

With that furious shout, every single person present was cursed until their faces burned red.

Especially Lu Yang, the black-clothed youth who had been listening with relish. His whole body went stiff.

Zhu Sha, the woman in red, held a piece of fruit near her lips as sharp lights flashed in her eyes.

Was he truly that reckless, or was he trying to catch the princess's attention?

If it was the latter, then the rumors had truly overrated his extraordinary talent.

Though it had achieved an unexpected effect, it could not be ruled out that he was merely a reckless man with lust clouding his brain.

People like that did not live long.

"Um... Young Master Lu, we were invited here by the princess. For you to say such things... sigh, how could you speak of everyone like this?"

Seeing the atmosphere turning awkward, Qiu Mo lightly stoked the little flame.

"Then what would you do?" Lu Chen sneered.

Shao Mo froze and hurriedly cupped his hands. "I'm an insignificant nobody whose name isn't worth mentioning. Just treat me as air!"

"Oh? So you came here purely to watch the show?"

"Ah... ah?" Qiu Mo's scalp went numb.

He suddenly realized that he had underestimated Lu Chen.

It seemed Lu Chen had seen through the fact that he had been secretly fanning the flames.

"Even if you're a small fry, you should know who your master is. What would you do?"

"Of course I firmly oppose the princess marrying out! This is an insult to Great Yan. How could I be here to watch a show? Naturally, I came to support the princess!"

"So anyone who dares disrespect the princess, you'd dare risk your life against him?"

"Of course! I would not hesitate even if it meant dying ten thousand deaths!"

Lu Chen suddenly pointed at Yang Sheng and stared at Qiu Mo. "As a citizen of Great Yan, he doesn't even know what to do about the princess being forced into a marriage alliance. Does that count as disrespect toward the princess? Does that count as disregarding Great Yan's royal family?"

"An unsteady stance is itself a problem!"

"Come on, didn't you say you wouldn't hesitate to die ten thousand deaths? Take him down for me!"

Fuck me!

Qiu Mo was nearly sickened to death.

He could neither accept nor refuse it. It was utterly fucked up.

Yang Sheng was also holding in a bellyful of rage, yet he could not say a word.

Their stances had differed from the start, which was already a problem. If this bastard kept magnifying it without end, it would become truly difficult to handle.

"Since you came to watch the show, then watch it properly. Why play matchmaker and stir things up? Do you take everyone else for fools?"

Lu Chen's expression turned stern, and Qiu Mo's body shuddered.

So he really had been found out.

Qiu Mo could not help becoming vigilant.

Damn it, he could not end up like Pang Rong and get beaten half to death. Then he would really become a joke.

The key was that he could not become the center of attention!

His identity simply could not withstand scrutiny.

"You say one thing to people's faces and another behind their backs, and you still dare fan the flames here. What exactly is your purpose?"

Since he was causing trouble anyway, it did not matter whom he targeted.

Lu Chen truly latched onto Qiu Mo and refused to let him go.

A disciple from a minor Lineage, mediocre in strength, yet foolish enough to flaunt his presence—dealing with him was easier than dealing with others.

If Qiu Mo had known Lu Chen was thinking this way, he probably would have smashed his head into a wall and died.

"Enough. Stop making a spectacle of yourselves. There are people from other countries present!" Ji Bafang said in a deep voice.

Lu Chen glanced at him. Just as he was about to retort, loud laughter came from outside the doors, followed by a group of people entering.

There were more than twenty of them, all dressed in black with red cloaks, surging in like a torrent with overwhelming momentum.

The man they surrounded had flowing red hair. He was strikingly handsome, yet carried an innate nobility.

He also radiated boundless aggression.

His eyes shone with a wolf-like light.

Many could not bear his gaze and hurriedly lowered their heads.

Di Kun, the Little Prince of the Wolf Court—the main figure Lu Yang had spoken of—had finally arrived.

Yet the moment they entered, they all froze.

Someone lay on the ground, twitching as blood streamed from him.

"What happened here? Did I miss a good show?" Di Kun looked at Lu Yang and asked.

Lu Yang grinned and pointed at Lu Chen, who was still standing there. "He firmly opposes the princess's marriage alliance. In his indignation, he beat someone up. He even said he was interested in you. Now that the main man is here, go on, hehe..."

The latter words were directed at Lu Chen.

Di Kun glanced at Lu Chen, waved a hand, and ordered,

"Throw him out. A dog-like thing dares run wild here?"

He did not take Lu Chen seriously at all.

One of them approached with a vicious grin and reached for Lu Chen's neck.

Bang!

Lu Chen raised his leg and kicked him straight out of the hall.

Clean and decisive, without the slightest courtesy.