Chapter 1564: Chapter 963: The Grudge of the Grapes

The feast was quiet for just a moment before bursts of uncontrollable low laughter echoed.

The one who laughed the loudest was the Daoist Immortal’s son named Huo Yan.

His gaze was mocking, unable to hide the disdain it carried.

"I say, Young Master Ji, isn’t this a bit much? We are all here sincerely seeking marriage.

Being empty-handed and wanting to feast on the dishes of Shifang City is somewhat too excessive."

Seated beside him, the Daoist Immortal from Jingtian Academy in the Upper Pure Realm, Yi Zhongxian, took down the Immortal Jade flute from his waist, laughing with feigned sympathy and pity:

"If Young Master Ji is really at the end of his tether, without a single possession, I have an Immortal Flute ’Dust Remover’ here.

It could be lent to you for your use, after all, Miss Fang San never lacks rare treasures. How about performing a piece to express your intention publicly?"

Yi Zhongxian twirled that Immortal Flute leisurely between his fingers.

Just then, a drop of wine transformed into a line, shrill as an arrow, cutting that Immortal Flute into two.

Yi Zhongxian’s expression turned stiff, casting a displeased glance towards Rong Lijun.

All he saw was that graceful and charismatic Immortal Lord with a refined demeanor, having unknowingly put down his wine cup, his long fingers spiraling gently.

Crystal-clear wine droplets rose from his wine cup, circling around his fingertips like gemstones.

"Rong Lijun, what do you mean by this?!"

Rong Lijun laughed: "Expressing intention, indeed, that’s correct, but Yi, your flute’s quality is somewhat fragile.

I merely tested it, and it shattered into two pieces, not quite suitable to show publicly, right?"

This Immortal Flute ’Dust Remover’ was a significant immortal artifact imparted by the dean of Jingtian Academy in the Upper Pure Realm, a symbol of Daoist status.

He had worn it for a century, nurturing its spirituality, and in a few years, he would catch a Great Demon to spiritualize it and then ascend to the lineage of Immortal Artifacts.

Having it destroyed like this, and broken in two publicly, was slapping his face.

Yi Zhongxian’s face darkened, anger flickered in his eyes, speaking with bitterness and severity.

"Rong Lijun, do not think my Jingtian Academy fears your Asheng Sect!" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Situ Ye had long disfavored Rong Li, seeing him so oblivious to the situation.

For a lowly mortal, he repeatedly provoked the sons of various Daoist Immortals, making enemies for himself, sneering coldly in his heart.

Also spoke in accusation: "Rong Lijun is acting as if there are no people in his eyes, making enemies everywhere.

Really planning not to leave himself any way out in the future Immortal World?"

"If you say this lord is deliberately provoking..."

Rong Lijun smiled slightly, pushing the wine cup in front of him.

Acting wildly, gracefully yet recklessly, spilling wine everywhere on the table.

"Then this lord is provoking you, fool, and so what?"

"Simply too much, do you really think I’m afraid of you?!"

Yi Zhongxian immediately threw down the broken piece of flute and slapped the table in rage, overturning the fruits and gourmet dishes on the feast.

He stomped his foot, shattering the wide blackwood feast table by force.

Yi Zhongxian rose like a soaring dragon, holding a sword in his hand as ominous Sword Intent permeated his skin.

His green and white garment reflected the shadowy Luminous Pearl light, rising like a dragon, sword light and residual image, slicing down!

Rong Lijun, being also the son of the Daoist Immortal, had comparable strength and cultivation.

As Yi Zhongxian drew his sword, three thousand fallen leaves rose around him, wrapping his body in shining green light and then scattering with the wind.

The next moment, he was already outside the table, unlike Yi Zhongxian’s provoked rage.

He remained calm and composed, with Spiritual Power flashing; under that residual sword light, his aura and movement technique became extremely elusive.

Rong Lijun’s movement was light like leaves drifting in the wind, despite Yi Zhongxian’s surging anger.

The swords kept missing, unable to slice through even a corner of his clothes.

Yi Zhongxian only felt this Rong Lijun was to the utmost abhorrent, clearly he initiated the provocation.

Now the fight began, yet he dared not confront him directly.

Just opportunist trickery, relying on Asheng Sect’s unique movement technique advantage, evading battle all along.

Another sword stroke missed; Yi Zhongxian only felt like being toyed with, played like a monkey.

His eyes frosty cold, deciding to sheath his sword and stand firm.

"Rong Lijun, are you trying to be the jumping clown, clearly accepting the challenge yet afraid to face off directly.

I never thought the son of the Daoist Immortal could be as timid as a mouse!"

A gentle breeze rose, leaves scattered, inside the tower, yet a faint rain veiled the surroundings.

In the hazy breeze and fine rain, Rong Lijun’s posture was graceful, movement tender and effortless crossing his domain.

Carrying an ethereal aura as misty clouds, floating elegantly like a moon in water, clouds in the sky, lightly arriving before Baili An’s feast.

Only steps away from the door.

Who could have anticipated that two esteemed sons of Daoist Immortals, both of noble status, could engage in a fight over a few unconsidered words.

People frowned frequently, yet feared the trouble, unwilling to meddle.

Usually, Rong Lijun was easygoing; today, it seemed he had taken the wrong medicine, offending everyone he saw.

Also, Yi Zhongxian, now enraged, if stopping him with words, might inevitably be drawn into the battle.

Faced with Miss Fang San, behaving so improperly, how disgraceful.

Sitting nonchalantly, Baili An had no intention of watching the commotion, as though detached, half lowered his head, sleeves drawn, peeling a crystal purple grape.

Yet beneath his hand, nearly a full plate had been peeled.

Rong Lijun’s tiptoe touched down, realising something, he diverted his gaze towards the table of ’Que Shenjun’.