Chapter 227 - Envoys from the Immortals League (1/2)

Chapter 227 Envoys from the Immortals’ League

The two people beside him were upset to see him so happy after overhearing the disciples’ discussion. They sneered inwardly. “To think you can still smile at a time like this!”

When they arrived at the public square, they found a massive crowd outside the Pure Harmony Hall. Xiao Chen probed the hall with his Divine Sense.

Perfected Immortal Fengxi was seated in the central spot of the hall. Underneath, Perfected Immortal Qing Chen, Yu Yifeng, the Elder of the Pavilion of Thoughts, and the Elder of the Pavilion of Law were seated to his left. The only one missing was the Elder of the Pavilion of Swords.

Seated opposite them were two men dressed in wide-sleeved white robes. They couldn’t look any haughtier if they tried. One of them was holding a small cup to his lips, relishing in his tea. It was obvious from his expression that he held no respect for anyone here.

The other looked cold and grim. He looked at Perfected Immortal Fengxi and asked icily, “Where is he? Why is he keeping us waiting?”

Fengxi smiled fawningly. “Please be patient. I have already sent a disciple to invite him here.”

“Invite? Don’t tell me you want us to wait until nightfall!”

The man slammed his palm on the side table as he spoke, causing the tea water to spill all over the surface. Seeing this, a Xianyong Sect disciple immediately stepped forward. He carefully wiped the water with his sleeve, fearing that it would wet the man’s clothes.

This scene enraged the disciples outside the hall. How dare these two behave so audaciously when they were just Core Forming Realm cultivators! Why should their Master act so servile to them?

Yu Yifeng stood up, unable to restrain himself anymore. “Excuse my interruption. Junior Brother Xiao will certainly cooperate with your investigation. But since you insist that he’s involved with the Devils, do you have proof to back up your claim? Moreover, the Devils have cautiously planned the stealing of the Fallen Dust Bead for a long time. How could he be blamed for it?”

Silence fell over the hall. No one spoke, making the silence feel rather eerie. Perfected Immortal Qing Chen said quietly, “Yifeng, sit down.”

Chuckling, the white-robed envoy holding the teacup took another sip of tea. He shot Yu Yifeng a cold glare. “Who the heck are you? Since when does a disciple like you have the right to speak at a time like this?”

Before his voice fell, an ice-cold voice drifted from outside the hall. “Sorry to keep you two waiting.”

In an instant, a bitterly cold wind permeated the entire hall. Even the crowd of disciples outside couldn’t help trembling deep within their souls. They felt as if they were still in this world just a second ago, but in the next, they were transported in a world of someone else’s creation—and that person was the world’s sole ruler.

The envoy’s hand trembled while holding the cup. He ended up spilling the tea all over his clothes and nearly dropped the cup to the floor. Noticing his lapse in manners, he immediately adjusted his hold over the cup. However, he couldn’t resist the fear rising from his very soul. His hand trembled, causing the cup to tinkle endlessly. He ultimately decided to place the cup on the table.

“You… You’re Xiao Chen?”

The two envoys stood up in unison, all while trying their best to restrain their fear. The more they tried, however, the faster the inexplicable fear extended to every part of them. It seemed to be an awe-inspiring, pure pressure placed on their souls and had nothing to do with the outside world. They felt as if they were trapped inside a world that Xiao Chen had created; as if Xiao Chen was the world itself.

“Correct. How do you plan to bring me back? Hauling me over your shoulder or tying me up?” Xiao Chen retorted, extending both of his hands.

“You!”

The envoys were so frightened that their back was soaked with cold sweat. They couldn’t understand their reaction. Xiao Chen was just a Core Forming Realm cultivator while they were envoys from the Immortals’ League. Yet they inexplicably fear him.

“Tie me up! I dare you!”

Xiao Chen’s bellow shocked the envoys so much that they stepped backward. They moved so hastily that they nearly knocked over the side tables.

Sneering, Xiao Chen finally retrieved his Divine Sense. Whether inside and outside the hall, countless disciples felt themselves finally relaxing as they regained the feeling of being back in their own world.

The envoys pointed to him in anger and yelled, “You! How dare you! How dare you use nefarious mental attacks on envoys from the Immortals’ League!”