Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Lin Chen arrived at the men's seating area and walked over to an empty seat.

Just as he was about to sit down, someone nearby suddenly chuckled, "Sorry, brother, this seat is taken."

Lin Chen nodded and saw a few more seats nearby. He didn't argue but instead walked to another seat.

But just as he reached the seat, another person spoke, "Brother, this seat is reserved for my friend. You'd better find another one."

At this moment, Lin Chen's brow furrowed.

Lin Chen noticed that on several seats not far away, either a sword or other items were placed.

At this time, Lin Chen saw Mu Qiu sneering not far away.

Obviously, this guy was doing it on purpose.

"Sorry, brother, are all the seats gone? If not, why don't you eat in the aisle?" Zhou Yu sneered.

"Haha, some people have low social status and still want to eat swan meat. Isn't that self-inflicted disgrace?"

"Exactly, I think it's better for him to go back to avoid being embarrassed here."

The people nearby also started laughing loudly.

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, ready to get angry, but then noticed a familiar figure, and a softness flashed in his eyes.

Chu Yan'er, Chu Qing, and Zhao Xiaowen were walking in this direction.

Seeing Zhao Xiaowen made Lin Chen's heart beat faster.

For so many days, Lin Chen's heart had always been concerned about Xiaowen.

Now seeing her right in front of him, how could his heart not be excited?

"Xiaowen, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Chen Lin, the Divine Doctor who saved my sister." Chu Yan'er introduced.

"Chen Lin?" Zhao Xiaowen's eyes fell on Lin Chen, and her heart trembled.

Because she felt a familiar feeling from him.

Although his appearance was different, Lin Chen's intrinsic charisma was unmistakable, precisely the feeling she had been longing for day and night.

"Chen Lin, Lin Chen!" At this moment, Zhao Xiaowen's heart was about to leap out of her chest, gazing deeply at Lin Chen.

Seeing the two looking at each other with affection, Mu Qiu nearly exploded with anger.

"Damn, damn it!"

He had known Zhao Xiaowen for a long time and often gave her items girls liked, but Zhao Xiaowen had never looked at him with such eyes.

At this time, both Chu Yan'er and Chu Qing were somewhat curious.

"You know each other?" Chu Yan'er asked, puzzled.

"I don't know him," Lin Chen gave Zhao Xiaowen a knowing look.

Zhao Xiaowen understood and quickly smiled, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Chen Lin, please take care of me."

Saying this, the two tightly clasped hands.

Feeling the warmth conveyed through the palm, Zhao Xiaowen's heart was nearly melting.

The man she had been yearning for day and night was finally here in front of her.

"By the way, Lin Chen, why don't you sit down? Why are you standing here foolishly?" Chu Yan'er asked.

Lin Chen awkwardly smiled, "It's not that I don't want to sit, there's no seat."

"No seats?" Chu Yan'er glanced over and immediately understood that Mu Qiu was deliberately making things difficult for Lin Chen.

At this time, Zhao Xiaowen laughed, "Since there are no seats here, our table has a spot. Come sit with us."

Boom!

Zhao Xiaowen's words stunned everyone.

Everyone knew that Zhao Xiaowen's seat was in the VIP section, where only top family beauties could sit. Even Mu Qiu didn't have that privilege.

But Zhao Xiaowen now actively invited Lin Chen.

Lin Chen's lips curled slightly, and he sighed, "Ah, there's really no choice. I guess I'll reluctantly sit at your table."

"Reluctantly?" Hearing Lin Chen's words, the others nearly exploded.

You're sitting with a bunch of beautiful women and calling it reluctant? Do you have any shame?

You're living in bliss without realizing it.

Under the envious gaze of everyone, Lin Chen, Zhao Xiaowen, and the others headed towards the main table at the front.

"Damn it, if I'd known earlier, I would have pretended not to find a seat too."

"Get lost, even if you couldn't find a seat, would they invite you?" Faces were filled with expressions of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Watching Lin Chen surrounded by beauties, those noble boys were wailing incessantly.

Why? The elder brothers looked better than him, had a deeper background, yet were surrounded by a group of single dogs.

The loser, however, enjoyed being surrounded by beauties in abundance.

Mu Qiu ground his teeth in hatred, his gaze fierce, and his expression increasingly dark.

The banquet started, and Lin Chen chatted happily, exchanging cups with the beauties.

Mu Qiu wasn't in the mood to eat; his face was as ugly as a pig's liver.

"Boss, should I go up and vent some anger for you?" Zhou Yu asked.

Mu Qiu nodded, "Zhou Yu, go up there and thoroughly teach that reckless kid a lesson for me."

Zhou Yu nodded, and suddenly stood up.

He leapt onto the viewing platform in two or three steps, bowing to everyone and saying, "Everyone, it's dull just drinking and chatting. How about I perform a sword dance to cheer you up?"

"Great, great..."

Immediately, cheers erupted from the audience below.

Swish, swish, swish!

Zhou Yu wielded the sword as if he was flying, and applause thundered from below.

Lin Chen showed no interest in Zhou Yu's sword dancing; his eyes were entirely focused on Zhao Xiaowen.

Suddenly, Zhou Yu finished his routine, and with a cold stare aimed at Lin Chen, who was chatting with Zhao Xiaowen below the stage.

"It's boring to dance alone; brother, would you come up and join me? Let's perform a sword dance together to entertain everyone," Zhou Yu called out to Lin Chen in the crowd below.

All eyes were fixated on Lin Chen.

Only then did Lin Chen raise his head, looking at Zhou Yu and calmly replied, "Sorry, I'm not interested."

In such a setting, most people would not refuse an invitation, but Lin Chen did so cleanly.

Zhou Yu's face instantly darkened, "Brother, are you afraid? Rest assured, we'll just keep it casual; I won't hurt you."

At this moment, Mu Qiu's followers also started jeering, "Are you even a man? If you're scared, just admit defeat."

"Yeah, Young Master Zhou invites you to dance the sword as a favor; do you have the nerve to refuse?"

The audience below began to buzz with discussion.

At this point, the Zhao family head, Zhao Ze, also frowned and looked at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen then said, "Sword dance? You just don't like me and want a chance to knock me down, right? There's no point being fake like this. I'm staying off the stage not because I'm scared of you, but because I'm afraid of beating you so badly you'll lose face in the martial world."

"What did you say?"

Zhou Yu's face sank, pointing his sword towards Lin Chen.

"Kid, if you dare, come up, and if not, leave."

Lin Chen clapped his hands and stood up, "Since you're asking for it, I'll oblige."

Then he walked up to the viewing platform.

Zhou Yu's eyes were filled with murderous intent, pointing towards the weapon racks he coldly said, "Pick a weapon for yourself."

Lin Chen didn't even glance at the weapon racks, smiling, "Do I need a weapon to beat trash like you?"

"You're asking for death!" Zhou Yu became enraged with shame, brandishing his sword and thrusting it towards Lin Chen.