Chapter 62 – Qingcheng’s Beauty, Like the Peach Flower, was Toxic (1/2)

Chapter 62 – Qingcheng’s Beauty, Like the Peach Flower, was Toxic

“Making friends with others? Who would believe that?” The remark of Tu Qianjun aroused a creeping suspicion among the elders.

The moment this young man had slipped off his beast, the golden glow around his body, also known as the Pseudo Saint’s Domain, had revealed his cultivation level – the Realm of the Prince. Also, according to the circumference in which his golden light had radiated, which was about one meter, he was only in the first level of the Realm of the Prince.

Despite his inferiority compared with the elders, who were all in the Realm of the Saint, he was behaving uncomfortably supercilious. His gliding in the air, and his high-profiled beast, were all something he had intended to show off with, and by doing so, he could embarrass the other young lords! However, his overweening manner had already outraged the elders, who were, of course, the judges of this festival. Therefore, his chance of winning Ye Qingcheng’s hand would be slim.

Among the elders, only Yue Ji had managed to keep her sweet smile. Because, for her, it was a great honor that people from Immortal City were interested in Qingcheng. Compared with the previous holy virgins, Qingcheng was chosen from the best of the best, and she really deserved this kind of popularity.

“Young lord Qianjun, I guess you’re the son of the immortal guard – Tu Long, aren’t you? Ah, Like father like son. You’re as handsome as him. Please… take a seat!” Yue Ji talked to Qianjun with extreme zeal.

“Elder Yue Ji, before I left, my father has asked me to send his greetings to you! Ah, I have a friend here. I’ll sit beside him.” Tu Qianjun smiled, and quickly swept his eyes over all the young lords. Finally, his glance landed on Wuhen.

“Hey, buddy. Long time no see! Please, have a seat here!” Wuhen waved his hands hysterically, trying to show his hospitality as much as possible.

“Hey!” Qianjun nodded his head slightly, before he walked over to Wuhen, and sat beside him. Under the glances of the others, he smoothed his clothing, and raised his head up, “What’s wrong with you guys? Don’t look at me. Help yourself to this delicious food.”

The curious people quickly lowered their heads in a furry. Some grabbed their cup of wine, some sipped their cup of tea, and others began eating the watery fruits with relish. However, in the presence of this special guest, their hands on the handle of the cup trembled, spilling the wine or tea; some even accidentally swallowed the stems together with the fruits. Their awkward and flustered behavior disclosed their nervousness.

Feng Zi and Hua Cao looked at each other, as their eyes were full of anxiety and shock. As advanced cultivators, both of them were in the third level of the Realm of the General, and if they added their special technique, their power would be equivalent to those in the first or second level of the Realm of the Marshal. As young lords at the age of twenty four, their achievements were quite impressive. However, Tu Qianjun, who was already in the terrifying Realm of the Prince, had easily overshadowed both of them. As a descendant of Immortal City, he was born with glory. Now, in front of all these young lords, he was like a superstar.

As for Shuiliu, he quietly drank his liquor; and once in awhile, he would toss his head towards Wuhen and Qianjun, to listen to what they were talking about. He was envious of Wuhen for being a friend of Qianjun. However, after being snubbed for a long while, he began to curse at their relationship as if it was a sour grape.

Qianjun, who had descended onto this island like a celestial being, had been put under the limelight of the whole camp. His background, as well as his shocking cultivation level, all added up to his momentum, which was badly needed during a fight.

At the same time, Qinghan sat there expressionless, however, he was pissed off by Qianjun’s imposing manner, which he believed was wilder than Qingkuang’s. However, unlike the others, he had no intention of bringing Qingcheng to his bed, so he didn’t consider him as a rival in love. The more disgusting thing he witnessed, other than Qianjun’s manner, was Wuhen’s brazen flattery. Usually, Wuhen pretended to behave like a high-esteemed young lord, but now, he was like a dog, wagging his tail in order to cater his master!

- Pia! Pia! -

Realizing that most people had finally calmed down a little bit, Yue Ji clapped her hands, and the servants brought in plates of appetizers, which they put on each table.

The gate of the western yard opened; from here, twelve young girls in red clothing emerged. Coincidentally, their dressing style was similar to those who had danced in the Emerald Green Garden: on their chest they wore thin bras, which covered half of their bosoms, revealing the other half outside; under their waist, their hips were wrapped by short lace skirts, below which their slender, white legs were vividly displayed; also, the long leather boots they wore, reached all the way up to their knees. The only slight difference lay in their bellies, where each of them had a purple mini-bell piercing. The snow-white complexion, the scarlet red clothing, as well as the purple bell, formed a blending of color that rendered enchantment.