Chapter 527: A Good Meal is Worth the Wait

Chapter 527: A Good Meal is Worth the Wait

First, they humiliated the Southern Hong Seven Sons, then the Seven Sons Conference, and finally, they directly pointed their accusations at one of the Sect Masters.

If she just sat there quietly.

The Blue Sea Sect Daoist didn't believe that the Cloud River Sect would be willing to aid such a weak sect, and confront two such powerful Dragon Palaces.

From the earlier changes in the expressions of the Cloud River Sect Elders, it was clear that this was not a case of her overthinking.

These people genuinely began to question the current strength of the Southern Hong Seven Sons, and even seemed to look down upon Southern Hong a little.

Moreover, the situation was not just that. It was important to know that the Dragon Consort's Birthday Banquet had gathered half of the Western Hong's forces. Once this matter spread... the consequences were unimaginable.

Not to mention that this Sea Serpent Demon was clearly making things up, doing everything to belittle them.

First, let's not consider others.

The Blue Sea Sect Daoist's thoughts were simple. She didn't intend to reveal her identity, but at least in front of the Cloud River Sect cultivators, she wanted to prove the current strength of the Southern Hong Seven Sons and the attitude of the Seven Sons' Great Sect, which was not as weak and easily bullied as others imagined.

Therefore, she used the excuse of standing up for the Immortal Sect to suppress the arrogance of the Sea Serpent Demon.

But what she didn't expect was that this perfectly normal excuse in Southern Hong was instantly noticed as suspicious in Western Hong.

The Blue Sea Sect Daoist felt the gazes around her becoming increasingly cold, whether from demons or cultivators. Even those who were previously bantering with each other now unanimously presented a united front against outsiders.

Perhaps most of the forces didn't have any particular grudge against the Southern Hong Seven Sons, and some didn't even have a clear concept of them.

But this kind of exclusionary mentality often arises from instinct, without reason.

She suddenly became the only "outsider" in the entire place.

"Um..." The Cloud River Sect Daoist wanted to say something more, but the Elder beside her quietly tugged at her sleeve. In this situation, if she didn't want to become the target of everyone's attacks, it was best to remember her identity as a Western Hong force and not stand on the wrong side.

Moreover, the Southern Hong Seven Sons, with six Unification Realm giants, were hard to find opponents in the entire Western Hong, except for the Dragon Palace. If they couldn't even handle this situation, it showed that they had already lost their confidence. How dare they follow the other party to confront the Dragon Palace? That would be pure suicide.

"... "

The Blue Sea Sect Daoist slowly scanned her surroundings. Her identity had already been half-exposed, and now she felt a bit trapped.

This battle could only be won, not lost! Logically, as a Daoist, why would she fear a Demon that was only comparable to a two-city cultivation?

But at this moment, the Sea Serpent Demon didn't even glance at the drop of blood hanging in the air. Instead, it slowly retreated two steps backward.

In the entire hall, there were already many figures eager to stand up.

They were all powerful demon clans, no less than the Blue Sea Sect, who had come to attend the banquet. Each of them was an elite member of their clan, with high spirits and pride. At this moment, seeing a barbarian, likely from Southern Hong, acting so recklessly, they had been suppressing their killing intent.

"Since you want to stand up for justice, then I suppose I should..."

A skinny, black old demon slowly tried to stand up, its body form indistinguishable.

However, before it could finish speaking, under the gaze of the White Tiger in the main seat, it silently sat back down.

"You're probably not just a Southern Hong cultivator, are you?"

The robust White Tiger Demon stood up, strode over the jade table, and in the instant its tall figure stood upright, a huge shadow enveloped the cloud-patterned tiles in front, bringing a deep sense of oppression that quieted the entire hall.

The dancing beauties in the hall also froze, their pale shoulders pressed together, looking lost and at a loss for a moment.

The Cloud River Sect Daoist's expression instantly turned ugly.

The force behind this White Tiger, in Southern Hong, might not be as powerful as the Seven Sons, but in the fragmented Western Hong, it was already a terrifying demon clan. Among those present, the only one who could compare to it was probably the dignified woman sitting calmly.

The White Tiger Demon seemed to relish this feeling.

It slowly strode forward, not even glancing at the Blue Sea Sect Daoist as it passed by, its gaze unwavering as it walked to the hall door, blocking the exit, and then suddenly turned back!

The ferocious tiger eyes, filled with a heart-stopping ferocity, said in a low voice, "Do you think I'll give you the chance to show off your might here?"

This woman was definitely not an ordinary cultivator. Even though she hid it well, the aura of someone who had held a high position for many years was undeniable.

Most likely, she was a Daoist, and very likely from one of the Seven Sons' Sects.

Trying to conceal her identity and catch the other forces off guard, was it a bit of an overreach?

"... "

The Blue Sea Sect Daoist's eyelids twitched. Among all the demons present, if she had to say which ones she wasn't confident of defeating, there were probably only two.

One was the charming woman in the azure feathered dress, and the other was the White Tiger in front of her.

Both were at the Three Cities Realm, but the other's bloodline was so intense that it was a bit frightening.

About a forty percent chance of winning?

She silently estimated in her heart, her fingertip slowly reaching her brow.

As long as she could win, there was still a chance to ask for aid.

At this moment, the scarlet drop of blood, enveloped in aura, quickly drifted to the side of the White Tiger Demon.

Everyone was surprised. At the Dragon Consort's birthday banquet, they had never expected to witness such a thrilling scene.

Indeed, this country bumpkin from Southern Hong, ignorant and presumptuous, without knowing the background and strength of this Tiger Demon, dared to challenge it with only a passionate heart.

To put it bluntly, if she loses, it's fine. For the Dragon Consort's sake, the White Tiger might still spare her life... At the very least, she could walk out of the domain alive, and then settle the score later.

But if she wins, by some unlucky chance...

Don't forget, above the main seat, there are three guards, all of the same tribe as the White Tiger, watching with greedy eyes, and their cultivation is no weaker than the White Tiger itself.

Does the Cloud River Sect dare to meddle in this?

The crowd fell silent and looked towards the palace door, only to see the robust White Tiger, seemingly caught off guard by the woman's resolute attitude, stunned for a moment. Then, it opened its mouth, revealing a silent smile.

Although standing at the palace entrance, it clearly had no intention of letting the woman leave unscathed.

But the Tiger Demon wanted to see its opponent's fear, not this stubborn and proud expression, which greatly affected its mood.

"Good! Very good!"

It grinned and waved its claws towards the blood droplets.

The blood droplets merged into its palm, as if fulfilling some agreement.

The Tiger Demon's body slightly stooped, and in an instant, a foul wind swept through the entire palace!

"Roar—"

Like a tiger's roar in the mountains, all creatures bowed.

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, falling silent. Even the Blue Sea Sect Daoist's gaze grew more solemn, for she was not outstanding among the Southern Hong Seven Sects' disciples. Compared to Su Hongxiu, or even Wei Yuanzhou, she was slightly inferior.

At this moment, she remained silent, and a purple-white rainbow emerged from her forehead, shooting straight out towards the domain's exterior.

Amidst the tense and dangerous atmosphere, a slightly lazy voice sounded out of place.

"Hey."

The dark-robed youth in the corner watched the White Tiger's back, but his thoughts were clearly elsewhere. His wandering gaze seemed to see through the Tiger Demon, focusing on something in front of it.

The youth calmly put down the wine cup in his palm without smashing it like the Blue Sea Sect Daoist. But the faint sound still attracted everyone's attention.

The surprise in the eyes of the demons and cultivators was no less than before, perhaps even greater.

What a bold move, to intervene at such a time.

They carefully observed the youth.

He wore a simple dark robe, his thin lips pressed tightly, his face cold, and his eyebrows carried a hint of arrogance.

Although he, too, had no identifying marks, no one thought he was from Southern Hong like the woman.

His lazy voice and composed demeanor made him seem like a local, as if he knew everything about the situation, even carrying a hint of the Northern Hong cultivators' thinly veiled contempt for Western Hong.

This made them even more curious about what he wanted to say.

"..."

The Tiger Demon silently turned its head, examining the young man sitting alone in the corner.

Shen Yi calmly met its gaze, and his next words once again caused everyone to change color.

"You're blocking my view of the dance."

They finally understood where the young man's wandering gaze had fallen—on the trembling beauties.

What the hell... Is this the time to watch a dance?

Could it be that a battle between two Three Cities Realm powerhouses is less important than a group of Dragon Palace dancers?

The Blue Sea Sect Daoist frowned, looking at the youth's dark robe, feeling a sense of familiarity. But such long robes were common, and it couldn't be considered evidence. Moreover, the person before her was completely different from the Sect Master in her memory, whether in temperament, speech, or interests.

"Heh... heh..."

Suddenly, the White Tiger lowered its head and laughed.

In an instant, its massive body enveloped the thin youth, its palms forcefully pressing down on the table. Its huge head almost touched Shen Yi's face, their eyes locked. Its breath sprayed onto his pale face.

Its throat rumbled as it spoke in a deep voice, "So?"

The atmosphere changed again.

The Tiger Demon's anger shifted from the Blue Sea Sect Daoist to this reckless young man.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, they wondered what this youth would do next.

The next moment, under the Tiger Demon's foul breath, Shen Yi's hair slightly loosened, and the already cold expression on his face faded.

He stared into the tiger's eyes and then reached out his hand. His long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles slowly pressed against the ferocious tiger's face.

"So, get out of the way."

His tone was calm, but others could sense the boundless arrogance. He wasn't asking; he was giving an order.

This condescending attitude was unconcealed.

But arrogance often needs something to back it up, or it will only bring humiliation.

Perhaps it's his strength, or maybe his background.

But for now, this young man hasn't shown any of it.

In contrast, the Tiger Demon's face twitched, its eyes wide, and its vertical pupils radiated a chilling aura. Its fangs protruded from its lips, and saliva dripped. Its huge mouth seemed to contain a roar that could tear the heavens apart.

It was truly enraged!

It seemed like the next moment, someone would be splattered with blood right there.

Everyone held their breath.

"What if I don't want to speak?" The White Tiger Demon's mouth curled into an exaggerated arc.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yi's face gradually showed a barely noticeable smile, but everyone could sense the mocking undertone. He seemed to have heard something amusing: "You... won't speak?"

In an instant, a huge roar reverberated throughout the entire hall.

The White Tiger Demon's palms, which were supporting the table, suddenly collapsed, and its elbows smashed into the cloud-patterned floor tiles, causing the entire towering jade mountain to tremble violently several times.

It struggled with all its might to prop itself up, but under the pressure of the slender palm on its head, its robust demonic body tensed up, veins popping out as if about to burst, yet it couldn't manage to lift itself even an inch.

Shen Yi watched the White Tiger with a steady gaze, not saying a word, but his intention was clear to the onlookers.

It was as if he was asking the tiger why it dared to look him in the eye.

This scene completely exceeded everyone's expectations, making the entire hall so quiet that even the drop of a pin would be audible.

The Blue Sea Sect Daoist's fingertip was still on her forehead, but the rainbow light was gradually dimming.

She quietly swallowed.

If this youth was just an elder pretending to be young, that would be one thing, but if he truly was as young as he appeared, then the foundation of Western Hong had likely far surpassed the imagination of the Southern Hong Seven Sons.

The remaining Western Hong cultivators, including the Cloud River Sect Daoist, exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of the situation.

The White Tiger Demon hadn't even managed to force out the Dao soldiers, yet it was pinned to the ground, leaving them unable to discern the youth's identity.

It was now certain that he wasn't from Western Hong, but his exact identity and level of prestige remained a mystery.

Just then, Shen Yi seemed to sense something and glanced briefly at the dome above.

His action, which seemed like he was about to crush the White Tiger Demon's skull, paused slightly. At the moment when the tiger was almost on the verge of collapse, he slowly withdrew his hand.

Shen Yi straightened up and looked down at the group of dancers with a disdainful gaze. He nodded slightly and said, "Continue."

Just as the White Tiger raised its head, a pair of black boots stepped on its face, pushing it back down.

He didn't even bother to look at the tiger, and his indifferent voice echoed, "You have the nerve to say 'no' in front of me."

As he spoke, his boot casually rubbed against the tiger's face.

Then, without a care, he stepped over the tiger's body.

The dark-robed youth strode past the long tables, his tall figure moving at a leisurely pace towards the main seat.

This arrogant and domineering action finally provoked the three elder tigers of the White Tiger's tribe.

The three tiger demons didn't waste any words. Their bodies rippled with power, and although they were in human form, they pounced like real tigers, disappearing from their original spots in an instant.

"It's over..."

Everyone sighed in unison, realizing that today's events had escalated beyond control. They could only hope that the Dragon Consort wouldn't take out her anger on them.

However, Shen Yi seemed oblivious to the danger, not even faltering in his stride.

In the next moment, three consecutive roars reverberated through the hall.

The three demons, who had previously disappeared, were thrown back onto the ground, rolling around clumsily for several circles before barely stabilizing their bodies.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone present, a beautiful woman in a feathered silk gown quietly stood behind Shen Yi, her gaze unwavering, as if she didn't care about the three fierce tigers staring at her.

Shen Yi walked to the main seat and lazily leaned back.

His right arm casually rested on his knee as he looked down at everyone, the disdain in his dark eyes becoming more apparent.

But when Yu Lan gracefully knelt behind him and began massaging his shoulders, this posture seemed perfectly natural.

The Crystal Azure Phoenix Clan was actually willing to assume such a servile position! And from their expressions, they seemed delighted, without a hint of dissatisfaction.

Shen Yi poured himself another cup of nectar and slowly swirled the cup, his gaze finally settling on the group of furious yet fearful White Tiger Demons.

"If you're not satisfied, bring your tribe and come find me at the Crystal Azure Phoenix Clan."

"Come anytime, just make sure to bring more people."

"I'll be waiting for you."

The youth no longer hid his contempt, and after delivering his message, he turned his attention back to the Dragon Palace dancers.

He put away his smile and said, "Now, get out."

From start to finish, this was the only sentence Shen Yi truly wanted to say.

It was inconvenient to hold a banquet right under someone else's nose.

He had finally found an opportunity and a suitable identity, but in the end, just as he was about to take a bite, someone stopped him.

Fortunately, he had still managed to get to know a decent demon clan.

Given the personalities of these tiger demons, he was sure they would give him a pleasant surprise when they left the water domain.

Good things come to those who wait. For now, he would bide his time.

However, what intrigued Shen Yi the most was the Dragon Consort. She had clearly taken notice of this place and wanted to save the tiger demons, but why didn't she show herself or send someone to stop him? Instead, she chose to use such a subtle method, releasing her aura to remind him.

(End of Chapter)

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