Chapter 1372: Prince Jia, Rtiad Swindler

Chapter 1372: Chapter 1369: Prince Jia, Rtiad Swindler

“Luo Feng? I’ve heard a bit about him. The title ‘Number One of the Canglang Dynasty’ is quite grand, but I wonder how much substance it actually holds.”

“Haha, what kind of decent experts can the Canglang Dynasty possibly have.”

This time, those who received the gala invitations were all prominent and talented figures from Melt Fire City. They mostly knew each other, gathering in groups, chatting and laughing together. Besides the upcoming banquet, the topic discussed most frequently was Luo Feng.

The relationship between the Canglan Dynasty and the Dali Dynasty isn’t as harmonious as it seems on the surface; there were past conflicts, so the younger generation from both dynasties often engage in secret competitions. Many looked down on the sudden appearance of the Canglang Dynasty’s number one.

“Hey, look at that person, he seems to be Luo Feng.”

“That’s him! I attended the Canglang Dynasty’s New Dragon List assembly; the young man beside him is also among the top ten New Dragons, seems to be named Yue Haitang.”

A voice of surprise suddenly rang out in the crowd, and everyone’s gaze turned towards the same direction.

Luo Feng, Su Zhuyun, and Yue Haitang exited the side hall and immediately felt dozens of eyes on them. Looking up, they saw a broad open area with dozens of young martial artists.

Most of these young martial artists had cultivation levels above the True Yuan Realm; Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artists were scarce. This left Luo Feng slightly impressed, as the national power of the Dali Dynasty clearly surpassed that of the Canglang Dynasty, evident from the strength of its younger generation. In the Twelve Golden Palaces, True Yuan Realm martial artists are already considered top-tier.

Luo Feng paid no attention to the crowd’s gaze and spoke, “The venue is at the Thousand Flame Hall. Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

Yue Haitang and Su Zhuyun nodded, and the three turned to leave.

“Brother Chen, I’ve never seen those three before. Do you know them?”

As they turned, a voice dripping with sarcasm suddenly interrupted them. A handsome young man wearing fine clothes and holding a folding fan looked at Luo Feng with a mocking smile.

“It’s Prince Jia!”

“Haha, now there’s a good show to watch.”

The talents of the Dali Dynasty, upon seeing the speaker, had their eyes light up and stopped in their tracks, eager to watch the ensuing spectacle.

The young man was named Jia Kun, the second son of the Dali Dynasty’s Firescale Marquis. He showed remarkable cultivation talent from a young age and had just turned nineteen, already in the mid-level fifth stage of the True Yuan Realm, exceptional across the Dali Dynasty. His peers respectfully referred to him as Prince Jia.

Prince Jia had a cousin who visited the Canglang Dynasty last year and got into a conflict with a disciple from the Canglan Dynasty’s Golden Palace, resulting in severe injury. Due to this, Prince Jia harbored an ongoing resentment towards members of the Twelve Golden Palaces of the Canglan Dynasty and often clashed with them, leaving several disciples severely wounded.

Unsurprisingly, Prince Jia was planning to teach Luo Feng, the representative of the Twelve Golden Palaces, a lesson this time.

A small-eyed martial artist beside Jia Kun nodded knowingly, glancing at Luo Feng and intentionally raising his voice:

“Prince, they are from the Canglang Dynasty. The young man at the forefront is Luo Feng, the current number one of the Canglang Dynasty’s Twelve Golden Palaces. The kid beside him is Yue Haitang, one of the top ten New Dragons. As for the other person, I don’t know him.”

Hearing this, Luo Feng frowned. Judging from the expressions around, it was clear they had already recognized them, and the remarks had been made deliberately.

Yue Haitang transmitted his voice to Luo Feng, “Luo Feng, right now we represent the Canglang Dynasty. As guests, it’s best not to confront them.”

“I understand.”

Luo Feng nodded, glanced at Jia Kun, and said calmly, “Let’s go.”

Even if it meant giving Chixiao some face, he hadn’t wanted to cause a scene here.

Watching Luo Feng’s retreating figure, Jia Kun’s brow furrowed deeply. He was born with everything he wanted—an illustrious family background and outstanding talent—and thus, liked to be above others in anything he did. However, Luo Feng’s eyes had an air of aloofness, as if he was looking down upon ants, which bothered Jia Kun greatly.

Gazing at Luo Feng, Jia Kun’s eyes flashed coldly, and he smirked, “Is this the number one of the Canglang Dynasty? How is he even comparable to the stable boys at my estate? Hopefully, he’s not a swindler here to freeload at the royal palace.”

Luo Feng’s gaze grew intense, and beside him, Yue Haitang stopped in his tracks, already turning around to face Jia Kun, his expression frigid:

“Your Crown Prince personally invited us to this gathering. By saying this, are you questioning the Crown Prince’s judgment?”

Luo Feng chuckled bitterly; Yue Haitang had advised him not to clash with these people, yet ended up being even more impulsive.

Jia Kun sneered, “I naturally do not doubt His Highness’s judgment, but there are countless swindlers these days, impossible to guard against. Since you have courageously stepped forward, do you dare to take one of my moves? As long as you can withstand one of my palms, I will believe you.”

While speaking, Jia Kun’s True Yuan surged, a brilliant gleam flashed in his eyes, and his folding fan snapped open.

Instantly, a fierce wind blew, sand and stones flew within a hundred meters, and his True Yuan condensed into a several-meter-high green cyclone, sweeping towards Yue Haitang, creating a tearing sound in the surrounding air.

Some nearby people shook their heads slightly. Many present were at the second or third stage of the True Yuan Realm, noting that Yue Haitang was only in the second stage, making it seemingly impossible for him to withstand an attack from Jia Kun, who had already broken through to the fifth stage of the True Yuan Realm—this was clearly intended to embarrass Yue Haitang.

Whoosh!

Just as everyone thought Yue Haitang was about to be blown away by the green cyclone, Luo Feng suddenly appeared in front of Yue Haitang, pressing his palm against the air.

Bang!

With a press, space seemed to distort, and the green cyclone was halted just like a clay ox entering the sea, unable to progress further, ultimately exploding in mid-air and dissipating into nothingness.

“Blocked it?”

“Prince Jia must not have used his full strength; otherwise, Luo Feng couldn’t have blocked it.”

Everyone was astonished. They hadn’t anticipated that Jia Kun’s attack could be completely blocked without harm; many believed Jia Kun hadn’t been serious.

Indeed, this was the case. After all, this was the royal palace, and Jia Kun dared not go overboard; he’d only used thirty to forty percent of his strength in the previous attack.

However, the outcome was unexpected.

“Very well, then take another strike from me! Green Wind Crack!”

Having failed to suppress Luo Feng with one move, and being easily neutralized by the latter, Jia Kun felt embarrassed. He waved the folding fan fiercely in mid-air.

Whoosh!

A gale rampaged, unleashing hundreds of green whirlwinds across the square, pressing down on Luo Feng with overwhelming force.

“If you want a fight, I’ll oblige you.”

The opponent’s, unprovoked, had attacked, and without Luo Feng, Yue Haitang might have been seriously injured. Now Luo Feng was genuinely angered, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes, ready to fight back for real.

But at that moment, another change arose suddenly.

“Both of you, please halt.”

At some point, a luxurious carriage appeared on the other side of the square, and a woman’s voice resonating with prestige floated out from it.

Whoosh!

As her voice sounded, an explosive True Yuan burst from within, and a massive crimson palm mark flew out with a thunderous roar, instantly extinguishing the whirlwind frenzy.