Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Jun Wuxie frowned. He hadn't expected to be ridiculed before even entering the door after coming to the banquet.

He realized that the invitations to the banquet seemed to be graded by color.

He didn't know what level his gold invitation was. It was handwritten by Ji Yinlan, so he assumed it wouldn't be too low.

Immediately, he took out the invitation and handed it to the receptionist at the door.

"Come, let's see what color invitation he has..."

Yao Yan wanted to mock him when he saw Jun Wuxie taking out the invitation, but before he could finish his sentence, the smile on his face instantly froze.

"Gold?!"

Bu Yunfei's expression was shocked, and the muscles on his face twitched violently.

"How could a rogue cultivator have the highest-level gold invitation!"

He and Yao Yan found it hard to believe and impossible to accept.

The level of the invitation represents the importance of the holder.

Bu Yunfei, as the young master of one of the six major families, only had a purple-gold invitation, yet a rogue cultivator actually held a gold invitation!

Yao Yan's expression was the ugliest at this time, as if he had just drunk a bowl of hot excrement.

He had just been ridiculing and mocking, but in the blink of an eye, he was slapped hard in the face, which was too embarrassing.

"You should check carefully to see if this invitation is fake!"

Yao Yan stepped forward and said to the receptionist, looking at Jun Wuxie with a very unkind expression.

"Yes, it must be checked carefully."

Bu Yunfei also spoke, as he really couldn't believe that a rogue cultivator could get a gold invitation, which was simply impossible.

"Young Master Bu, this invitation is genuine."

The receptionist's answer shattered their illusions.

"Hmph! This person is just a rogue cultivator, holding a gold invitation, do you think it's possible?" Yao Yan said with a gloomy face, "I, as the young master of the Yao family in Yun City, only have a purple invitation. In my opinion, he must have stolen it!"

"That's not true!" Seeing that someone was wrongly accusing her Wuxie gege, Xiao Yueyao immediately said angrily, "My gege's invitation was given to him by a beautiful jie jie!"

"A woman gave it to you?" Yao Yan questioned with a sneer, "Tell me, who is that woman? What qualifications does she have to give you a gold invitation!"

"Are you sick?"

Jun Wuxie was a little annoyed, this guy was simply a lunatic.

"You dare to scold me?" Yao Yan's eyes were cold, and he said, "You thief, this young master will capture you first and then interrogate you slowly!"

After he finished speaking, he reached out to grab Jun Wuxie.

"Stop!"

The receptionist's expression changed slightly, he had already recognized it and felt the gun intent on the gold invitation.

There was only one person in the capital who was qualified to write a gold invitation and inject gun intent into the word 'Lan'!

However, he was still too slow to stop it.

Yao Yan's hand had already landed on the rogue cultivator's shoulder.

However, the scene of the rogue cultivator being captured that he had imagined did not appear.

Instead, Yao Yan screamed. The hand that he stretched out was firmly clamped in the rogue cultivator's hand.

With a crack, Yao Yan's wrist bone broke on the spot.

"What are you, daring to question me?"

Jun Wuxie kicked him to the ground, stepped on his face, and looked down at him, saying, "With your little ability, who are you looking down on?"

Yao Yan tried his best to break free, but that foot was too heavy, like a mountain pressing down on him, making it difficult to move.

He felt that his facial bones were about to shatter, and the pain was excruciating.

"I always convince people with reason."

Jun Wuxie moved his foot on Yao Yan's face, saying, "Do you submit now?"

"I don't submit!"

Yao Yan cursed loudly, his eyes almost bleeding with hatred.

Being trampled on like this at the entrance of Juxian Manor, how could he have the face to attend the banquet?

"You don't submit?" Jun Wuxie smiled and increased the strength on his foot, saying, "I specialize in treating all kinds of disobedience. Now, I'll reason with you until you submit."

After speaking, he rubbed his foot hard on Yao Yan's face, and Yao Yan's face was covered in blood.

The receptionist and Bu Yunfei clearly heard the sound of Yao Yan's facial bones breaking.

Ah!

Yao Yan screamed, feeling that his head was about to explode. His bloodshot eyeballs bulged out of their sockets, as if they were about to burst.

He was scared, and the feeling of death made him feel terrified.

"How is it, are you convinced by my reasoning?"

Jun Wuxie looked down at him and said indifferently.

"I'm convinced, I'm convinced!"

Yao Yan was almost on the verge of collapse. Having lived for so long, he had never felt death so close to him as he did at this moment.

With a bang.

Jun Wuxie kicked Yao Yan dozens of meters away, sending him crashing into the shallow pond in front of Juxian Manor. Half of his body was planted in the mud, leaving only his buttocks and two feet exposed.

"As long as the reasoning is strong, there is no incurable disease."

Jun Wuxie said lightly, took back the gold invitation from the stunned receptionist, and led Yueyao into Juxian Manor.

Bu Yunfei looked at his back with an uncertain expression, and then asked the receptionist: "Who wrote the gold invitation?"

"It's, it's the Seventh Princess!"

"What?"

Bu Yunfei's expression changed repeatedly. He had thought of many possibilities, but he had never thought that Ji Yinlan would personally write a gold invitation for a rogue cultivator.

This legendary figure of the Great Zhou Dynasty had never written an invitation before.

She had always been aloof and arrogant. There were many talented people in the capital, but none of them could catch her eye.

Today, she actually personally wrote a gold invitation for a rogue cultivator!

That rogue cultivator was just a warrior in the Xiantian realm. What virtue or ability did he have to gain Ji Yinlan's favor?

…

There were already many people inside Juxian Manor, gathered in groups of two or three, talking to each other. Some people were also shuttling among them, making friends with everyone.

Jun Wuxie led Xiao Yueyao to sit down at a table that was not very noticeable.

The banquet had not officially started yet, and the person hosting the banquet was not present.

He looked around at the men and women in the banquet hall.

These young men and women were wearing gorgeous and expensive clothes, adorned with precious accessories, chatting and laughing with each other.

"Wuxie gege, can Yueyao eat the things on the table?"

Xiao Yueyao's timid voice interrupted Jun Wuxie's thoughts.

"Of course you can eat them."

Jun Wuxie pointed to a plate of exquisite pastries and fruits, saying, "You can eat whatever you want, don't be afraid."

"Mm-hmm."

Xiao Yueyao's eyes smiled into crescent moons. She took a piece of pastry and tasted it, saying, "So delicious, gege, you eat too ~"

"Jun Wuxie, have you been well these days?"

The familiar voice made Jun Wuxie turn around abruptly. He couldn't help but be stunned, saying, "Miss Qin, why is it you?"

Qin Keqing sat down next to Xiao Yueyao, saying, "I have a good relationship with the young lady of the Muyang family, and she invited me here. What about you, you should have been invited by Ji Yinlan, right?"

Jun Wuxie nodded, which was considered a default.

"Since we parted in Qingyang, more than ten days have passed. I have learned about some things. It was my Hunter Guild that did not manage its subordinates well, which caused you a lot of trouble."

"I have already killed the person. I just hope that Miss Qin doesn't blame me."

Qin Keqing smiled and said, "Why would I? Yuan Ji deserved to die. It was right for you to kill him."

Jun Wuxie didn't continue the topic, looked around, and said, "It seems that Miss Qin is very popular at the banquet."

Qin Keqing was stunned, followed his gaze, and immediately understood what he was referring to. She said apologetically, "I didn't mean to. I deliberately avoided those people when I came in, but I didn't expect them to see me..."

"I know."

Jun Wuxie said helplessly, "You are very beautiful, so you will naturally become the focus of attention. Now I am the target of public criticism. Look at their eyes, everyone wants to swallow me alive."

At this time, the banquet hall suddenly quieted down.

Pairs of eyes looked towards the entrance of the hall.

There were two people walking in one after the other.

Walking in front was a young man in a python robe in his early twenties, and behind him was an old man in brocade clothes with sharp eyes.

"Greetings, Third Prince."

Everyone bowed in unison, but only saluted slightly.

This was the rule of Juxian Manor. Here, there was no need to perform a grand salute to members of the royal family.

"Thank you all for coming to the Juxian Gathering."

The Third Prince greeted with a smile, saying, "Please enjoy yourselves and have fun."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the corner where Jun Wuxie was.

Everyone's eyes also followed the Third Prince and shifted to Jun Wuxie and Qin Keqing.

Qin Keqing said to Jun Wuxie, "I will introduce you later. It's a good thing to get to know some royal people when you first come to the capital."

Jun Wuxie remained noncommittal.

He came here just to familiarize himself with the faces of the powerful children of the capital. As for making friends with anyone, he really wasn't interested, but he didn't want to reject Qin Keqing's kindness.