Chapter 17 (1/2)

Translator: Lordbluefire  Editor: Lordbluefire

The four of them…one came from the imperial capital, one was of a direct descendant from the Northern Xia Manor, one was from an extremely wealthy clan, and the last one was extremely well connected.

If people compared them to Xia Qingchen, well, he had nothing.

By sitting here like this, it was evident that he was somewhat unsightly.

They continued chatting there, while Xia Qingchen sat quietly, listening to them.

The main thing was that Xia Qilin and the other two took turns to boast, while Zhao Churan would occasionally reply a word or two. From what she said, she initially planned to visit her grandfather during his birthday celebration. But recently, a large batch of bandits just appeared at the canal, committing crimes and making the situation extremely chaotic. This caused the merchant ships to stop traveling at that time.

This was why she was delayed for half a month and missed Xia Cangliu’s birthday.

At this moment, the wine and food was served.

On the table, there were many supreme delicacies that one wouldn’t be able to eat on the outside. Each dish cost over 1,000 gold. They were extremely expensive.

Wu Yanfei smiled at Xia Qingchen. “Brother Xia, how about it. Is the banquet in the Immortal Pavilion to your satisfaction?”

The mocking tone in his voice went without saying.

Given Xia Qingchen’s status, he wouldn’t have an opportunity to even enter the Immortal Pavilion once.

“Passable,” Xia Qingchen calmly spoke.

To Godking Dustless, how could a mortal place like the Immortal Pavilion enter his eyes?

By saying passable, it was already him giving Zhao Churan face.

“Yo! From your tone, it means that Brother Xia must be someone who has seen big scenes before!” Wu Yanfei didn’t mask his sneer. “But how can someone like Brother Xia faint out of fright from a simple martial pavilion examination?”

Xia Qilin and Chen Jun snickered. The look of disdain was clear on their faces.

“Cousin Qingchen fainted?” Zhao Churan didn’t know anything about this. She curiously asked.

Hence, Xia Qilin began to add details to make the story more interesting and told her how Xia Qilin had fainted due to cowardice.

After hearing it, Zhao Churan couldn’t help but glance at Xia Qingchen.

It was fine if one’s martial talent was low. But how could their temperament be so bad that they fainted in an examination due to fright?

It was simply too embarrassing!

Xia Qingchen couldn’t be bothered to explain. Back then, the real Xia Qingchen didn’t faint but had suffered from sudden death.

Naturally, he wouldn’t tell this to anyone.

BOOM~

Wu Yanfei slammed a flask of wine before Xia Qingchen as he spoke in a forthright manner, “Brother Xia, I will say one or two good sentences about you to my father in the martial pavilion. How about it? If you drink this flask of wine, I guarantee that the judges will close one eye during the competition and allow you to pass the exam. How about it?”

Xia Qilin added from the side, “Yeah, cousin. Brother Wu’s father is someone of extremely high status. Now, he is giving me face and willing to help you. You must not disappoint his goodwill!”

Goodwill?

This flask of wine was the famous Thousand-Drops Drunk of the Immortal Pavilion.

Just a single cup was sufficient to cause those below the fifth radiance-level of the minor constellation stage to be so drunk that they would lose consciousness.

If one drank an entire flask, even experts at the medium constellation stage would make a fool out of themselves.

Given Xia Qingchen’s cultivation base, if he truly drank a flask. It wouldn’t be so simple as being drunk. He might even lose his life!

From this, he could tell that Xia Qilin had invited him to the Immortal Pavilion for malicious reasons.

Firstly, it was to suppress and disparage him before their younger female cousin.

Secondly, it was to obtain revenge for the time where Xia Qingchen had beaten his friend up.

“Brother Xia, you don’t even want to give me this bit of face?” Wu Yanfei had a smile that was not a smile on his face.

Xia Qingchen’s expression was calm. “I came because I wanted to give face to my cousin Zhao Churan. Who the hell are you?”

This person had been mocking him all the way on their journey here and Xia Qingchen had been enduring it.

Now that he was publicly attempting to harm Xia Qingchen, he still had to give him face?

“Cousin, how can you be unable to tell the good from the bad?” Xia Qilin acted like an elder brother as he berated, “How could you have such an attitude with regards to Brother Wu’s goodwill?”