Chapter 1090 - Pay a Visit! (1/2)

“I had already heard about Chen Beixuan when I first came to Planet East. I was still following Divine General Naran back then and we attacked the North Qiong Sect together. Unfortunately, it was just a normal local sect. We didn’t even get one complete cultivation art, let alone any Divine or Sacred Art. I killed some ants out of anger. However, I heard that he’s been active lately and even the eight alien races were destroyed by him,” a blonde man with golden eyes said.

He was enveloped in a golden aura as if there were fire burning around him; he was actually the most fierce among everyone present. He had reached the peak-stage of the Golden Core Level.

“Haha, the eight alien races are just a group of slaves. In fact, all the beings in the Abandoned Planet Region can only be slaves in the eyes of the large sects in the Star Ocean. Their cultivation arts are incomplete and even the powerful Planet Tianhuang hasn’t had a Soul Formation Cultivator in a hundred thousand years. We can certainly conquer them easily.” The young man with silver wings snickered.

“That’s right. Chen Beixuan only defeated a bunch of slaves with the power of a sword array. He may still have a chance of living if he’s willing to obey and join our sects. Otherwise, the Ancestral Patriarchs may just take him down. The North Qiong Sect? They might be destroyed once again by ‘Brother Huang.'” The others also burst into laughter.

Chen Xiao’s body bent lower. He quickly made an eye gesture to tell Chen Fan to stay put.

Chen Fan walked over indifferently.

Those standing outside were mostly Divine Sea Cultivators. They might be famous people around the world, but they were tame and forthcoming while being there, putting up fake smiles and agreeing with what those young men said.

Some of them sized Chen Fan up and thought that he looked familiar, but they didn’t recognize him.

Most people didn’t even look at him. After all, Chen Xiao was a servant and his relative would even have a lower status. Besides, there wasn’t any cultivation energy on Chen Fan. He was just an ordinary man.

A sexy, plump woman in a light green dress then moved closer and said to Chen Fan, “These are superior masters from the sacred grounds, while you’re just a normal person. When you greet them, you must not look up, talk or move. You can only speak when they ask you questions.”

Those young men considered themselves superior to a high degree.

They even requested Chen Fan to stay a hundred meters away from them and to bow while waiting for them to ask him questions.

“Xiao Fan, just be patient. They’re all from powerful backgrounds. Their masters are Ancestral Patriarchs of the sacred grounds. We can’t offend them,” Chen Xiao said to Chen Fan with his Immortal Will.

Even though he knew Chen Fan was powerful, he still sounded anxious as he faced those masters and had apparently not one bit of confidence in Chen Fan.

“You lackey, how dare you talk to him in secret?”

A Connate Cultivator near to those young men suddenly produced a thunder whip and struck Chen Xiao, knocking him down. A deep wound appeared on Chen Xiao’s back.

Chen Xiao got up and clenched his fists with humiliation in his eyes, but he still walked to where Chen Fan was and gave him some signals.

Chen Fan understood him.

He was trying to ask Chen Fan not to do anything.

Chen Fan stopped a hundred meters away from those young men and looked up. They were all holding different women in their arms. Those women were all above the Divine Sea Level and a couple of them were even Connate Cultivators. Chen Fan had seen some of them; they used to be famous “Goddesses” on television. But at the moment they were all lying in the arms of the young men with ingratiating smiles.

“Chen Xiao, are you that frightened of them?” Chen Fan said.

Once he spoke, many people who didn’t care about him also turned around in shock. Even those young men frowned and looked over.

“Chen Xiao, didn’t you tell your relative what discipline is?”

Yuan Xiao, the young man with purple hair, grunted.

Once he became angry, all the cultivators were terrified. Chen Xiao even knelt and said respectfully, “Your Majesty, please forgive him. My relative has never met such superior people before. Please forgive him for my sake.”

“For your sake? You’re just a servant. Even though you carry the title of Deputy Deacon, you’re in fact a slave of the Taichu Temple. For you sake?” The young man with purple hair laughed.

Chen Xiao bowed and his head hit the ground even harder. He even started bleeding in the end.

Chen Fan watched from the side.

The man—who used to be the top cultivator under Tang Yuanqin, who was Chen Yaoyao’s father, who was a member of the Chen family of Jinlin City—lowered his head and became utterly humble.

Chen Fan had no idea.

“What ever happened in the last six years that turned a brawny man into such a lowly servant?”

But there was only viciousness and hatred in his mind at the moment, for the young man with purple hair, all those so-called Majesties, the Taichu Temple, the Wuji Arena, the Sun Palace and everyone behind them.

“Clap!”

When Chen Xiao wanted to bow again, Chen Fan stopped him and slowly got up.

“How dare you!”

“How can you get up before his Majesty allows you to?”

“You’re digging your own grave!”

At that moment, countless cultivators were frightened. The Connate Cultivator shot out another thunder whip, but it was brighter this time; it carried some terrifying thunderbolts. Not only did it hit Chen Xiao, but also dragged Chen Fan in. It seemed that it would crush Chen Fan to little bits.

“No!” Chen Xiao yelled anxiously.

But it was too late. Chen Fan had waved his hand and crushed the thunder whip.

After that, the way everyone looked at him was completely different.

“An Immortal Cultivator?”