Immortal God of War-Chapter 753 - 718: Courtesy Before Force_1

「Inner City!」

A massive mansion was situated in the Southern District. Inside, grand halls stood tall one after another. Garden pavilions, small bridges over flowing water—such sights were common. Furthermore, guards were stationed at every intersection, maintaining extremely tight security.

「The Banquet Hall!」

A long dining table, over a dozen meters in length, was placed in the center. The dining table was carved from a type of ancient redwood, and the patterns along its edges seemed naturally formed, incredibly lifelike. On the table, exquisite dishes were neatly arranged, their enticing aromas filling the air.

At the head of the table sat a middle-aged man. He was robust and rough in appearance, dressed in a purple robe. His stern face exuded an air of authority without showing anger.

This man was the owner of this mansion, Martial Marquis Qian!

On both sides of the table, a group of maids stood respectfully. They were all seventeen or eighteen years old and gracefully slender.

WHOOSH!

Outside the door, two figures appeared out of thin air. They were Qin Feiyang and the man in black.

The man in black bowed and said, "I will go and report. Please wait a moment, Master Qin."

"Alright."

Qin Feiyang nodded, curiously examining his surroundings. Although he knew Martial Marquis Qian, this was his first time visiting the Marquis’s mansion.

Meanwhile, the man in black turned and walked into the banquet hall. Looking at Martial Marquis Qian, he said respectfully, "Your Lordship, Qin Feiyang has been invited. He is now waiting outside."

Martial Marquis Qian, who had been keeping his head down in silence, finally looked up, a sharp glint in his eyes.

"Invite him in."

His voice, full of power, carried an immense sense of authority.

"Yes."

The man in black responded respectfully, then turned towards the main door and announced loudly, "Master Qin, His Lordship invites you in!"

CLACK! CLACK!

Accompanying the sounds of footsteps, Qin Feiyang strode in.

More than ten years had passed, and Martial Marquis Qian’s appearance had hardly changed. However, the aura he exuded was somewhat stronger than before.

Qin Feiyang stood opposite Martial Marquis Qian, cupped his hands, and said, "Greetings, Your Lordship."

"Mm."

Martial Marquis Qian nodded, looking Qin Feiyang up and down. "Have I seen you somewhere before?"

A chill ran down Qin Feiyang’s spine. Could I have been found out?

He calmly asked, "Why does Your Lordship say such a thing?"

Martial Marquis Qian said, "Your eyes... they feel familiar. As if I had seen them many years ago."

Qin Feiyang’s pupils contracted. Indeed, the older the ginger, the spicier it is. He had spent so much time with the Eldest Prince, who hadn’t noticed anything amiss. Yet, he had only just met Martial Marquis Qian, and the man had already caught a trace of something.

Qin Feiyang said, "Your Lordship holds a high position and great power, having met countless people. It wouldn’t be strange to have seen similar eyes, would it?"

"That is also true."

Martial Marquis Qian nodded, not dwelling on the issue, and gestured. "Please, sit."

Qin Feiyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and, not standing on ceremony, sat down opposite Martial Marquis Qian.

Martial Marquis Qian looked at a nearby maid and instructed, "Pour wine for Master Qin."

A maid immediately stepped forward, holding a wine jug.

"Wait."

Qin Feiyang covered his wine cup with his hand, spoke to the maid, then looked at Martial Marquis Qian and smiled. "I will skip the wine. If Your Lordship has something to say, please say it directly!"

"Refreshingly frank."

"This Marquis appreciates young men like you."

Martial Marquis Qian waved his hand, and the maid retreated to the side.

Then, Martial Marquis Qian stood up, cupped his hands, and said, "Firstly, on behalf of my son, Feng Yun, this Marquis apologizes to Brother Qin."

"Apologize?"

Qin Feiyang was taken aback. From what I know, this Martial Marquis Qian is extremely protective of his own. Logically, he should be taking this opportunity to make things difficult for me. Why is he apologizing instead? What is this man planning?

Qin Feiyang’s eyes flickered slightly as he smiled. "The dispute between your esteemed son and myself was purely a minor scuffle. Your Lordship need not be so polite."

"Just a minor scuffle, you say?" Martial Marquis Qian seemed to be asking himself, yet also questioning Qin Feiyang. He then returned to his seat and said, "But this ’minor scuffle’ almost cost my Marquisate half its assets."

Qin Feiyang feigned surprise. "That much?"

Actually, he was a little dissatisfied. He originally thought that Feng Yun’s actions this time would cause Martial Marquis Qian to lose everything. After all, those who bet at that time had practically wagered all their assets. Yet, he hadn’t expected it to be only half. Judging by this, Martial Marquis Qian’s fortune was quite astounding.

Martial Marquis Qian observed Qin Feiyang and said flatly, "Hearing this Marquis’s words, is Brother Qin perhaps somewhat disappointed?"

"Disappointed?"

"Why would you say that?"

Qin Feiyang said with an air of innocence, "I have never had any intention of targeting Senior Brother Feng Yun or Your Lordship."

"Is that so?" Martial Marquis Qian asked, his gaze gradually altering.

"Of course," Qin Feiyang said. "The enmity between Senior Brother Feng Yun and myself was, in fact, just a misunderstanding. Besides, I didn’t place any bets back then."

"It is true you placed no bet," Martial Marquis Qian said. "But you incited others to do so. If not for your incitement, would this Marquis have lost so much of my estate?"

Qin Feiyang’s eyebrows twitched. So this is a Feast at Hong Gate.

"If Your Lordship invited me here just for this matter, then please forgive my rudeness, but I must take my leave!"

Qin Feiyang rose to depart.

SWOOSH!

But at that moment, the man in black strode forward, blocking the doorway and Qin Feiyang’s path.

Qin Feiyang’s expression darkened. He turned to look at Martial Marquis Qian and asked, "What is the meaning of this?"

"Since Brother Qin dislikes beating around the bush, this Marquis will also be direct."

"You must repay in full the wealth this Marquis has lost this time. Otherwise, do not think of walking out of this door." Martial Marquis Qian leaned back in his chair, speaking coolly.

Hearing this, Qin Feiyang was so furious he laughed. "Your estate was gambled away by that idiot Feng Yun, and now you want me to compensate for it? Don’t you find that laughable?"

"Whether Feng Yun is an idiot or not is his business. Whether you compensate or not is your business. The two are unrelated," Martial Marquis Qian stated.

Qin Feiyang sneered, "First courtesy, then coercion. So tyrannical and domineering. Your Lordship truly lives up to your reputation as a regional hegemon."

Martial Marquis Qian’s gaze chilled slightly. "Young man, you should think carefully before you speak, lest calamity befalls you for your words."

"Is that so?" Qin Feiyang’s lips curved into a smirk. "Then I, too, shall offer Your Lordship a piece of friendly advice: don’t think too highly of yourself, or you might take a hard fall."

How dare he speak to His Lordship like that? The nearby maids and the man in black were incredulous.

"Haha..." Martial Marquis Qian roared with laughter. "Little brother, you are indeed as bold and discerning as the rumors say. However, in this Marquis’s presence, the overly bold often die sooner."

"Heh." Qin Feiyang gave a faint smile. Seeing as he couldn’t leave anyway, he simply walked back to the dining table and plopped down onto a chair.

"It seems little brother is a sensible person after all," Martial Marquis Qian chuckled, thinking Qin Feiyang had conceded.

Qin Feiyang couldn’t be bothered with him and looked at a nearby maid. "Give me the wine."

The maid, startled, couldn’t help but look towards Martial Marquis Qian.

"Give it to him," Martial Marquis Qian said.

"Yes." The maid obediently brought the wine jug over.

Qin Feiyang seized the jug and began to drink by himself.

Gradually, Martial Marquis Qian’s patience began to wear thin. "When do you intend to make compensation?"

"The wine of the Marquis’s estate is indeed excellent," Qin Feiyang praised, then looked up at Martial Marquis Qian and asked curiously, "How many Gold Coins is Your Lordship expecting me to compensate?"

"Forget Gold Coins. This Marquis wants your Potential Elixir Formula," Martial Marquis Qian said, his eyes filled with avarice.

"Your Lordship’s appetite is not small!" Qin Feiyang chuckled.

"A treasure like the Potential Elixir should not be in the hands of a nobody like you."

"Hand it over, and this Marquis will treat you as an honored guest."

"But if you do not, today will surely be the day you die," Martial Marquis Qian said, a confident smile on his face.

"Haha..." Qin Feiyang laughed loudly. "Alright. But I have one condition."

"Speak," Martial Marquis Qian said.

Qin Feiyang tossed aside the wine cup, directly grabbed the wine jug, and tilted his head back, drinking deeply.

At that moment, it was like a flame burning in his heart. The blood in his veins seemed to boil.

CRACK!

He drained the entire jug of wine in one go, then, with a powerful squeeze of his hand, the wine jug shattered into pieces.

Then, he looked up, staring at Martial Marquis Qian, and revealed a set of perfectly white teeth. "Kill your son with your own hands, and I will give you the Potential Elixir Formula."

SLAP!

Upon hearing this, Martial Marquis Qian shot up from his seat, slamming his palm onto the dining table. The table instantly splintered and collapsed. The dishes on the table were sent flying, splattering food everywhere.

"Why so agitated?"

"You should know, this is the Potential Elixir! It’s far more valuable than that worthless son of yours."

Looking at the enraged Martial Marquis Qian, Qin Feiyang showed no sign of nervousness. He sat as steady as Mount Tai, a broad smile on his face as he watched the Marquis.

"Brat, you are courting death yourself." Martial Marquis Qian gave a glacial smile and barked, "Seize him!"

SWOOSH!

The man in black blocking the door instantly strode forward, appearing behind Qin Feiyang. His large hand shot out, grabbing for Qin Feiyang’s shoulder.

"Do you dare?" Qin Feiyang sneered. Unperturbed, he leisurely took out the Crown Prince Token and toyed with it in his hand.

"That is..."

When Martial Marquis Qian saw the Crown Prince Token, his eyes filled with astonishment and suspicion. He hastily shouted to the man in black, "Wait!"

The man in black’s hand had already seized Qin Feiyang’s shoulder, but upon hearing Martial Marquis Qian’s shout, he immediately let go and looked up at Martial Marquis Qian in confusion.

"Take a look at this!" Qin Feiyang held up the Crown Prince Token, waving it before the man in black’s eyes without turning his head.

"This is..."

"This is the Crown Prince Token!" The man in black’s face changed drastically.

This Qin Feiyang... he’s actually a guest of honor of the Eldest Prince?

Martial Marquis Qian also froze, at a loss for what to do.

The Eldest Prince had already been instated as the Crown Prince. Compared to the other Princes, he was the most likely to inherit the imperial throne. For this Crown Prince to be willing to bestow the Crown Prince Token upon this person meant that he held Qin Feiyang in extremely high regard.

If they acted against Qin Feiyang now, it would be tantamount to offending the Eldest Prince.

Offending the Crown Prince was no small matter!

Even a figure like him, Martial Marquis Qian, could not withstand the wrath of a Crown Prince.

Therefore, he was now in a difficult predicament, like riding a tiger and finding it hard to dismount.

Qin Feiyang smiled. "Respected Marquis, tell me, do you still want the Potential Elixir Formula now?"