434 Ask for Advice? (2/2)

”Because you are more famous than they are.” Wolf Flute said confidently, ”Isn't this enough?”

Ye Qingxuan was wordless. This was enough. He was the real thorn in the flesh to those who had been longing for fame and fortune for many years and those without any achievements. One never knew what kind of birds would live in big woods. Similarly, all kinds of people lived in this world.

Hearing Wolf Flute's voice, Donatro's eyes immediately darkened. But soon, he returned to the previous humble enthusiasm with a smile. He was emboldened. Now the situation had been settled. Witnessed and forced by so many people, Ye Qingxuan had to jump into this trap.

Ye Qingxuan did not have to fight. But after tonight, the entire Sacred City would know that he had run because of fear. If he fought, the results would only be worse since they were prepared.

If he won, he was a bully.

If he lost, he would naturally lose his fame.

Even if they just held on for a few minutes and then gave up early, then they could boast that Ye Qingxuan was nothing big and they had a draw with him... Even if Ye Qingxuan tried to explain in the future, the truth would no longer be important with so many gossiping mouths and rumors. Everyone liked to watch something like 'the gifted musician's defeat at the Sacred City'.

Facing the challenges of the elites, the genius who was hailed in the past dared not to fight but flee! It was exposed that Ye Qingxuan was actually overhyped! No matter how he defended himself, he would become a total clown. As long as the public opinion was unanimous, there would definitely be countless people to insult him and worsen the situation. Within half a month, his reputation would be down in the gutter.

Ye Qingxuan quickly understood this all. He even predicted their various arrangements and means. The plan was really easy and well thought out. It was as perfect as heaven.

However...things like that did not exist in this world!

He looked up and asked softly, ”You have reached an agreement?”

Seeming to have not sensed his mockery, Donatro's smile was still warm and humble. ”What do you think, Master Ye?”

Ye Qingxuan smiled. The smile was particularly disturbing. Everyone who was familiar with this b*stard knew that every time he smiled like that, someone was going to meet his misfortune.

Under everyone's gaze, he stepped forward and looked down on Donatro. He raised a finger and pointed to his face. ”Do you know who I am?”

In the silence, everyone was stunned. They looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what Ye Qingxuan meant.

”Ye Qingxuan?”

”Anglo sword bearer.”

”Gifted musician...”

”The man second only to the masters?”

Listening to their noisy and confused voices, Ye Qingxuan became satisfied as if he was enjoying the praise. It felt so good to him.

When the voices stopped, he nodded and looked at Donatro. ”What else?”

What else? What else was there?

Donatro's eyes darkened. He quickly thought about what Ye Qingxuan meant. Suddenly, it felt as if he was struck by lightning. In an instant, his face changed.

Because Ye Qingxuan slowly raised a jade tablet before him.

The jade tablet was of extremely rare quality and carved with fine and solemn patterns. The engraving contained unique aetheric fluctuations and was stamped with the unique emblem of the Aurora royalty. It was created Ministry of Rites and it was the only one in the world.

”I can enter the temple without taking off my shoes or my sword. People should call me my title but not name. I'm Marquess Ye Qingxuan.” Ye Qingxuan stooped to look at Donatro's face, smiling as if looking at kindergarteners. ”Do you have a title?”

Donatro's face was livid. He clenched his teeth with speaking.

They had predicted all possible results but forgot this one.

Ye Qingxuan was not just a brilliant musician which sounded great but actually meant nothing. He was the Marquess verified by the Sacred City, the representative of the Blood of Glory, the future Archduke. He was the superior with all the honor and majesty in the world!

This b*stard was now a Marquess who would not be accused of bullying, adultery, plunder or arson! He didn't have to pay attention to the so-called challenges and did not have to care about hurtful rumors.

He had the whole Sacred City—no, all the nobles in the world—behind him. If they dared to play any tricks, make up any rumors, or gossip…the Amnesty Department would never let them go!

In a dead silence, Ye Qingxuan walked around Donatro. He reached out, pointing to the faces in the crowd. ”Do you have a title? You? And you? Forget it. With that penniless look, I know you don't. You, you, and you...”

Finally, in the silence, someone made a sound. ”I do.”

”Oh?” Ye Qingxuan smiled. ”What title?”

The young man's face twitched, and after a long time, he squeezed the answer from his teeth. ”Viscount.”

Ye Qingxuan snorted and said nothing. He just huffed in disdain, mocking them. ”No more?”

Donatro was livid as he looked at Ye Qingxuan. ”You—”

Crack! Before he finished his words, Ye Qingxuan slapped him. He was so fast, the strength was cruel, and the intention was quite vicious. One slap made Donatro go blind. All of the people sank into a daze.

Such an attack should have activated Donatro's shield and ricocheted. But when he slapped down, his hit had contained music theory. Before the shield was unfolded, it was completely disintegrated. Even the alchemy ring was cracked.

This shield was a completely joke to Ye Qingxuan. It was no thicker than a piece of paper.

”You...Ye Qingxuan...you!” Donatro staggered back, holding his face blankly and feeling the hot pain. He finally understood what had just happened. His eyes became furious, his expression twisted. His face was red with anger.

Ignoring this, Ye Qingxuan just flicked his finger and lightly said, ”You did not know my status before, so you were innocent. But now, you have to learn to use the honorific. Pay attention to your identity, 'young man'.” Ye Qingxuan emphasized the last two words. His mockery was quite palpable.

Before they could speak, Ye Qingxuan waved his sleeve. ”I'm tired. Let's call it a day.” He stood with his hands behind his back. ”It is rare for you to come and wait to see me, the Marquess. To be mindful of your sincerity, I will not dispute your offense.” He paused, looking at those furious faces. He smile cheerfully and said word by word, ”You may kneel and leave now.”

In the silence, he played with the jade tablet. The jade tablet was warm and gentle but looked like flashing lights, stinging people's eyes.

In the silence, the viscount was the first to bow down to him. Then, everyone bowed their head. People with no title knelt on one knee while the other nobles looked respectful, daring not to reveal the slightest dissatisfaction or irritability.

Seeing them lower themselves obediently, Ye Qingxuan could not help laughing. He kicked the guy before him to the side and crossed the crowd as if he was crossing a thoroughfare, relaxed and unrestrained.

In the crowd, Donatro, kneeling with humiliation, clenched his fists. His eyes were bloodshot. Today should have been his day to fame. He had spent so much effort and money in exchange for the opportunity. He didn't expect it could come to this state!

While passing by him, Ye Qingxuan seemed to stop a little. The voice of scorn sounded in Donatro's ear.

”Come for advice?” Ye Qingxuan smiled. ”Do you qualify?”