Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 340 - 338: The Visitor Means No Good (1 more update!)
Chapter 340: Chapter 338: The Visitor Means No Good (1 more update!)
At this moment, Phoenix Sect square was crowded with people standing around a man and a woman in the middle, not speaking but constantly whispering among themselves.
After all, they were from the Qilin Daoist Temple, and without Su Han’s consent, they couldn’t just let them in nor could they leave them standing outside. Thus, Shen Li had them wait in the square for the time being.
The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful with a seductive figure, exuding a foxy charm from head to toe.
Seeing the Phoenix Sect disciples surrounding them, the woman occasionally gestured to them with a beckoning finger or a wink, as if she possessed an innate seductiveness that made the disciples’ hearts race incessantly.
Meanwhile, the man wore a proud look, his brows furrowed tightly as if he was displeased with having to wait there.
“When will your Sect Master finally come out?” the man asked displeased.
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These two, the man named Huiyue and the woman named Phantom Spirit, were the emissaries sent by Qilin Daoist Temple this time. Both disciples of True Person Fa Yue, they were also warriors of the Dragon God Realm.
“It’s only been a minute. Even when our Phoenix Sect disciples go to report, it takes as much time, I hope you can be a bit more patient,” Shen Li said indifferently.
“You, a person from a lower sect, dare to speak to me in this manner?” Huiyue furrowed his brows.
“Then how should I speak to you?” Shen Li didn’t back down either.
“Superior Sect, forgive your long wait, Superior Sect.”
As the two faced off, suddenly a panting voice was heard, seemingly someone had used all his speed wanting to meet Huiyue and the others.
Huiyue snorted coldly at Shen Li and no longer paid attention but turned to look into the distance.
There, a plump figure was quickly approaching, his white clothing making him look like a rolling ball of meat.
“Is… that Su Han?”
Phantom Spirit’s seductive eyes widened, somewhat in disbelief.
Though both had only seen a half silhouette of Su Han in screens from True Person Fa Yue and hadn’t seen the full picture or the surroundings.
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At that time, Su Han was indeed in white clothing, but… was he this rotund?
For a woman, even if she had to kill someone, if he looked decent and had a good temperament, dying by her hand would feel distinctly different, but now…
“Your Sect Master truly has a unique appearance!” Huiyue snorted coldly.
Shen Li did not speak; he recognized this man—Xuu Le, the Sect Master of Thousand Mountains Sect, whose cultivation base reached the later stage of the Dragon Pill Realm despite his hefty frame.
“You must be the people from the Superior Sect’s Qilin Daoist Temple, right?”
Xuu Le ran over, bowed hurriedly with his fists clasped, and repeatedly said, “The junior has seen the two Superior Sect warriors, lacking a proper welcome, I hope the two Superior Sect elders can forgive our oversight.”
“Are you Su Han?” Huiyue asked coldly.
“Su Han?”
Xuu Le was startled and promptly shook his head, “No no no, I am not Su Han, I am Xuu Le, the Sect Master of Thousand Mountains Sect.”
“You are not Su Han?”
Upon hearing this, both Huiyue and Phantom Spirit’s expressions turned cold, and Huiyue’s anger erupted as he struck Xuu Le with a palm.
“Boom!”
Xuu Le’s plump body rolled out like a meatball for several tens of meters before finally stopping against a stone pillar, blood spurting out continuously.
“You fool, if you’re not Su Han then why did you come here?!”
Huiyue stared at Xuu Le’s figure, his eyes emitting a chilling light.
He felt as though he was being played. Both had clearly been waiting for Su Han to come out and greet them, but here was Xuu Le, bouncing out excitedly. In their eyes, what was a mere Ninth-Rate Sect’s Sect Master worth?
They are looking down on them!
Meanwhile, Shen Li and many Phoenix Sect disciples stood calmly to the side, acting as if nothing had happened.
Who couldn’t see the full-faced flattery and obsequiousness of Xuu Le?
Moreover, behind Xuu Le, followed more than a dozen Sect Masters of the Ninth-Rate Sects. Clearly, these people had not come at Su Han’s behest, but rather, had spontaneously come to pay their respects upon hearing the name of the Qilin Taoist Temple, fearing they might offend it if they delayed.
Otherwise, why wasn’t the Lingluo Sect included? Why wasn’t the Palace of the Divine Maiden included? Why wasn’t the Cold Cloud Sect included?
“They deserved it.”
Some disciples, seeing Xuu Le’s miserable state, sneered continuously in their hearts.
“This is what happens when you flatter unnecessarily!”
Meanwhile, the other dozen or so Sect Masters were about to rush over, but upon seeing this scene, their bodies trembled and they halted their steps, unsure whether they should come over to pay their respects or not.
“The two of you, the Sect Master invites you.” Just then, the reporting disciple came over again.
Though he was just a disciple, he faced the two persons neither servile nor haughty, his demeanor calm. In contrast, Xuu Le’s rich flattery and obsequiousness created a striking difference.
“Sect Master Su really commands great respect!”
Huiyue’s eyes flashed with a cold light as he said coldly, “Phantom Spirit and I are from the Qilin Taoist Temple, and in terms of sect hierarchy, we are a Superior Sect to your Phoenix Sect. As representatives of a higher-ranked sect, bringing gifts to congratulate the promotion of the Phoenix Sect, yet Su Han not only stays away but also expects us to come to him?”
“The Sect Master is indisposed with important matters, please understand,” said the disciple.
“Hmph, I really want to see what important matters he has that he dares to disregard people from the Qilin Taoist Temple!”
With a cold snort, Huiyue and Phantom Spirit, led by the guard, headed towards the grand hall.
At the same time, the more than a dozen Sect Masters who had been snubbed also exchanged looks and hurriedly followed along.
Including Xuu Le, who, despite some injuries and blood on his lips, dared not utter a word but still had to get up and scurry after them.
…
In the grand hall, Su Han was substituting wine with tea, toasting and drinking with Ling Qinghai and others.
He was unconcerned about the people from the Qilin Taoist Temple; even if the Temple Master of the Qilin Taoist Temple came, he would not care.
Soon, confused voices came from outside. The people looked up and immediately saw the reporting disciple leading the way, followed by Huiyue and Phantom Spirit, and then the dozen Sect Masters and Xuu Le.
“This bunch of rubbish, clearly here to celebrate, heard that people from the Qilin Taoist Temple had arrived, and immediately scrambled out to meet them,” muttered the Goddess in a low voice.
“After all, they are just Sect Masters from the Ninth-Rate Sects. The Qilin Taoist Temple being a Seventh-Rate Sect, their actions are understandable,” Su Han said indifferently.
Soon, all the people had entered the grand hall.
“Pavilion Master, the people from the Qilin Taoist Temple have been brought here,” said the disciple, saluting with a cupped fist.
“I know, you may leave now,” Su Han nodded.
“Yes.”
The disciple acknowledged and then slowly withdrew.
“Are you Su Han?”
After the disciple had left, Huiyue immediately spoke.
He was naturally proud and highly talented, always revered as a Heavenly Talent in the Qilin Taoist Temple. Even within the Qilin Taoist Temple, no one had ever treated him so offhandedly, let alone a mere Eighth-Rank Sect.
