The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Li Zhixuan chuckled. "This method of using one's strength is rather interesting!"

The instant the rushing fist arrived, he extended a single finger.

With just that light tap, the astonishing force of the punch vanished at his fingertip.

Elder Guo felt as if his punch had slammed into an invisible barrier, unable to budge it in the slightest.

'What kind of Demon Technique is this? Even an Inner Realm Master couldn't have taken that punch so easily. This young man can't possibly have that kind of power. It must be an Illusion Technique—a Demon Technique!'

Elder Lin, who was watching, also couldn't believe his eyes. He too felt that someone had tampered with the room.

Elder Guo retracted his fist and roared in uncontrollable rage, "If you have any real skill, fight me head-on! What kind of coward uses such dirty tricks?!"

The young man in the suit was confused. "What? Did he use some despicable trick to keep Tributor Guo's punch from landing with its full force?"

Elder Lin said grimly, "It must be an Illusion Technique or an Array. Otherwise, even if this young man were an Inner Realm Master, it would be impossible for him to not even flinch!"

'Upon hearing this, Chen Dong wanted to laugh. 'He's a late-stage Golden Core Daoist. He takes a punch from an Outer Appearance realm fighter, and you expect him to so much as flinch? Your Outer Appearance realm is barely equivalent to the Qi Refining Stage, a world away from Golden Core. The fact that he even lifted a finger is a sign of respect.'

Li Zhixuan felt deeply insulted. He had taken the punch head-on, yet he was being accused of using an Illusion Technique or an Array—of resorting to dirty tricks. It was utterly preposterous.

In a flash of anger, he picked up two vegetable leaves, instantly condensing them into the shape of two tiny flying swords. With a flick of his Sword Technique, the leaves shot toward Elder Guo's glabella and Dantian.

Chen Dong sensed the shift in aura and immediately roared, "Xiaoli, don't kill him!"

But he was a step too late. Li Zhixuan and Elder Guo were too close, and Chen Dong had no time to cast a technique to intervene.

The two vegetable leaves pierced straight through Elder Guo's glabella and Dantian. The distinguished Tributor Guo of the Cai Family, an Outer Appearance expert, was killed instantly.

Li Zhixuan snorted coldly, offering no explanation to Chen Dong. As a Daoist of the Wangyou Sect, he had his pride. These low-level cultivators had provoked him time and again, even daring to call his Void Sword Technique a despicable trick. His indignation would not be settled unless he killed him.

Chen Dong shook his head helplessly.

Elder Lin, who was leaning on his Purple Gold Walking Stick, was dumbfounded. Two vegetable leaves had instantly killed an Outer Appearance expert. That was more unbelievable than being told aliens were invading Earth.

"An illusion! It must be an illusion!"

'Still going on about illusions?' Chen Dong was getting angry now, too. He roared, "What illusion?! Grab your man and get the hell out! All I wanted was to have a peaceful meal, but you people keep harassing me. Stay here any longer, and I swear I'll take this fight to the Cai Family's doorstep!"

Elder Lin pointed at Chen Dong. "You... you... you..." He sputtered for a long moment, unable to form a complete sentence.

If this wasn't an illusion, then the death of an Outer Appearance Tributor was no small matter. But even so, he still refused to believe that Elder Guo could have been killed by two vegetable leaves.

Holding his breath, he swung his Purple Gold Walking Stick. Protective True Qi enveloped his body as he charged straight at Chen Dong.

'If this is an Illusion Technique, there must be a way to break it. I can't even sense True Qi from the young man who killed Elder Guo, so he can't be the one. That means the one in front of me must be the caster! If I defeat him, the illusion will surely break!'

Chen Dong hadn't expected them to still dare to attack him. They were completely ignoring his warnings. Even a Mud Bodhisattva has a temper. With a casual wave of his hand, a stream of fire shot along the Purple Gold Walking Stick and engulfed Elder Lin.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!"

Elder Lin immediately dropped and began rolling on the ground, wailing in agony!

Chen Dong's brow furrowed. He turned to the man in the suit. "Make the call. Get everyone from your Cai Family over here. If I don't get a proper explanation from you all today, don't blame me for what comes next!"

The man in the suit was frozen in shock. Two Outer Appearance Tributors—one was currently on fire, and the other lay lifeless on the floor. It suddenly dawned on him that these three were not people he could afford to provoke.

True, he was a young master of the Cai Family, but he was only from a branch family, not the main line. If Cai Feiyu found out about this, she would skin him alive. But looking at Tributor Lin on the floor, he knew he had no choice but to bite the bullet and make the call.

Sister Cai, standing to the side, was scared witless. What kind of powers were these? Killing someone with a vegetable leaf, conjuring fire from thin air... where on earth had Meng Xuejing met such masters? She had initially planned to take them out to play some games; the memory now sent a chill down her spine.

While the man in the suit made his call, Tributor Lin continued to wail on the floor. Finding it too noisy, Chen Dong flicked out two Silver Needles. Tributor Lin was instantly silenced, able to do nothing but writhe on the ground. This was a heart-flame; it burned the soul, not the flesh, and it only burned Tributor Lin, leaving everything else untouched.

Once Chen Dong saw the man in the suit hang up, he raised a hand and retracted the heart-flame from Tributor Lin's body. Even without the screams, the constant writhing was getting on his nerves. The moment the flame vanished, the struggling Tributor Lin passed out.

After all the commotion, the trio had lost their appetite for food. They sipped their drinks slowly while waiting for the Cai Family to arrive. Meng Xuejing, in particular, seemed to be drinking for courage, downing several large glasses in a row.

After a few more sips, the clamor of approaching footsteps sounded from outside the door.

The first to enter the private room was Cai Feiyu, dressed in a short, form-fitting black dress. Behind her followed a dozen or so Martial Artists in various attire. Among them were a middle-aged man and woman—the man in a black suit, the woman in a black formal gown. These two were actually Inner Realm Masters.