Chapter 209 Jealousy
Chapter 209 Jealousy
When Afeng heard this, the cold and detached face of the young master Biluo suddenly flashed through his mind.
He spoke somewhat dully, "When I was in the outer world of Heaven, I once visited a family called the Biluo Divine Clan. When I saw the young master of the Biluo Divine Clan, I felt the aura of divine punishment."
The old man stood up instantly and looked at him in shock, "What did you say!?"
A Feng met his gaze and spoke firmly and calmly, "I suspect... Your Highness is not dead at all, but has appeared in the world under your jurisdiction for unknown reasons."
The shock in the old man's eyes gradually turned into disbelief. He asked, "Are you telling the truth?!"
A Feng suppressed his thoughts and said, "If you don't believe me, then why don't you go to the Biluo God Clan and check it out yourself?"
"I'm leaving, but I have to go back and deal with that group of people."
Just as he turned around, the old man suddenly swung a silk thread towards him and tied him up tightly.
Ah Feng's expression changed, and he angrily asked, "What do you mean?"
The old man's face was solemn, and he said in a cold voice: "I don't care whether the person you are talking about is His Highness, but you can't take this news back."
"If they use extreme measures against you, there's no guarantee you won't spread the news that His Highness is still alive."
A Feng struggled and shouted, "Do you think trapping me will solve everything? If it really is His Highness, he will be discovered sooner or later."
The old man snorted coldly: "At least not now. As long as we have more time to prepare, we can deal with it even if it is known."
Ah Feng knew he couldn't get away with it, so he calmed down and said, "Then how long do you plan to keep me locked up?"
The old man hesitated for a moment and said, "Let me confirm it myself before I tell you."
Afeng was enveloped by the sea of clouds and disappeared in just a moment.
The old man straightened his clothes and then walked towards Tianwaitian.
At this time, it was already late in the entire upper realm. The Biluo God Clan was having a banquet tonight, and as the young master, Emperor Xuan had to go.
And because of Meng Chun's status as the young master, he would naturally follow Emperor Qian.
The two of them put on the gorgeous clothes given by the disciples of the clan, and then walked hand in hand towards the hall.
In the entire hall, Patriarch Biluo holds a high position.
On his right was the Grand Elder of the Biluo Divine Clan, and on his left were two empty seats.
Sitting below were the elders of several of the most powerful families in the entire upper realm, and Mou Xiu, who was in the eighth realm of Guixu, could only take the back seat.
The great elder of the Xuanji clan who was sitting in the front looked at the two empty seats.
He looked up at Patriarch Biluo and asked, "The banquet is already halfway through, why hasn't Young Master Biluo arrived yet?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the elders who had already been dissatisfied with Emperor Xu's delay in arriving immediately prepared to speak up.
The Biluo Patriarch spoke calmly, "Young people are always like this. Besides, I am here to accompany you all. It's okay if my son doesn't want to come, right?"
Just then, light footsteps were heard outside the hall.
Everyone turned to look and saw Di Yan and Meng Chun slowly walking into the hall.
Emperor Xuan was dressed in a white robe as white as snow, his cold face expressionless, as if he had never been late. Meng Chun also had a calm expression, simply following Emperor Xuan closely.
Di Qi walked to the high young master's seat and sat down slowly, and Meng Chun also sat down beside her.
"This young master was just delayed for a while by some trivial matters. Why did you make Elder Xuanji wait so anxiously?"
The Xuanji clan's great elder frowned slightly and lectured in an elder's tone, "It's okay for me to wait a little longer, but Young Master Biluo has been in the limelight recently, so it's better to be cautious."
Upon hearing this, Patriarch Biluo frowned in displeasure, "Elder Xuanji, you have crossed the line."
Emperor Xuan's eyes darkened, and he said coldly, "I wonder what position Elder Xuanji holds to teach this young master how to do things?"
Before Ancestor Xuanji could say anything, Emperor Xuan heard him say mercilessly: "According to seniority, this young master still has the ancestor above him. If we go by strength..."
"Heh." Di Qi sneered, "With this young master's strength at the Great Perfection of the Guixu Realm, you, a mere ninth-level Guixu Realm cultivator, have to call this young master "Senior."
Elder Xuanji's face flushed instantly, but he was unable to refute, so he could only lower his head and drink in silence.
As soon as Emperor Yan said this, silence fell in the hall.
When strong men fight, there is no need to fight with weapons. Just a verbal exchange will tell who is more powerful.
Everyone below didn't dare to say a word.
Although their family is a top force in the upper realm, in front of Dizha, a strong man who almost broke through the emperor realm, it is just an ant that can be crushed to death by wasting a little more time.
Emperor Qian took a sip from the wine glass in front of him and spoke slowly, "Why are you all silent? Weren't you all very anxious when this young master wasn't here?"
At this time, an elder of the family bravely asked, "I wonder why the Biluo Patriarch invited us to this banquet?"
Patriarch Biluo then remembered the main business of the day. He said in a deep and powerful voice, "I am inviting you all to this banquet mainly because my grandson is about to have a baby."
As soon as these words came out, the whole hall was shocked.
Di Qi knew what Patriarch Biluo was going to say, but her expression remained calm. On the contrary, Meng Chun was a little nervous as he held her hand.
Only to be gently comforted by warm hands the next moment.
The elder who had just asked the question was stunned for a moment, then realized what was going on and asked, "I wonder what the ancestor was talking about? If you can tell me, I can prepare gifts in advance when we return to the clan."
Patriarch Biluo looked at Dizhan and Meng Chun, and was full of love and satisfaction for his son-in-law Meng Chun.
"My grandson's wedding is in the middle of this month. I sincerely invite you all to attend the ceremony."
Upon hearing this, everyone looked up at Meng Chun standing beside Emperor Qian. The young man was dressed in gorgeous moon-colored clothes and his temperament was as clear as spring water.
Although his appearance is not absolutely beautiful, just because his eyebrows and eyes have not fully grown, he is worthy of the title of beautiful boy.
Meng Chun calmly accepted everyone's gaze. Just by raising his hand to drink tea, he revealed his noble temperament.
One of the elders asked, "Which tribe does this young man belong to?"
Meng Chun was stunned. Di Qi beside him said coldly, "What's it to you which tribe this disciple is from?"
The elder was frustrated and sat back in his seat awkwardly.
Emperor Qian set down his wine glass, and the crisp sound echoed in the quiet hall. "This marriage is a matter within our Biluo God Clan. All you need do is offer your blessings when the time comes."
There was unquestionable authority in her words.
The other elders did not say anything else, but just gave their blessings to the couple.
The elder who had just spoken glanced at the disciples behind him and shook his head with some regret.
The Biluo God Clan has always practiced monogamy. Now that Emperor Qi's marriage is already decided, they are afraid that the path of marriage alliance will not work.
The disciples behind him looked at Di Zha with calculations in their eyes, and when they looked at Meng Chun, their eyes were filled with jealousy.
He is much more handsome than Meng Chun. What strong man in the world doesn't love to have three wives and four concubines?
He just couldn't believe that he couldn't impress this blind and heartless young master even though he was so handsome?
Even if I can't get her heart, I have to get her body first.
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