327: Chapter 327 One Glance, and He Kneels!

"Ho, a High-Grade Spirit Stone?"

The young man stood up from his chair and walked toward Zhao Tian, his steps carrying a natural sense of arrogance.

Several Dragon Court guards behind him followed, their hands resting on the Magical Artifacts at their waists, forming a semi-encirclement.

Seeing this, the other Cultivators in the tavern immediately retreated into the corners, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

No one stood up, and no one spoke out.

In Chiyan City, there was only one outcome for those who offended the Four Directions Dragon Court—disappearance.

"Where is this outsider from?" The young man walked up to Zhao Tian and sized him up condescendingly. "That Spirit Stone on your waist is quite nice. Leave it for me."

Zhao Tian's expression turned cold.

He was a Mahayana Stage Cultivator!

In the Lingxu Wasteland, he was a regional lord!

A mere Nascent Soul Mid-Stage brat dared to reach out and demand something from him?

But he didn't move.

Because the Dao Lord was sitting right next to him.

Without the Dao Lord's word, he could not act on his own.

Zhao Tian took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist, this Spirit Stone belongs to my master. I'm afraid I cannot give it to you."

"Your master?" Hearing this, the young man raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Su Changge, who was sitting in the corner.

A man in white.

He was indeed good-looking, but... he had the aura of a Mortal, not even reaching the Qi Refining Stage.

The contempt on the young man's face deepened.

"A Mortal?" He sneered. "You, a Cultivator, are acting as a dog for a Mortal?"

A wave of low snickering rippled through the tavern.

"This is hilarious. Where did this fool come from?"

"I wonder which small Family's Young Lord thought he could hang around Chiyan City just by bringing a Cultivator bodyguard?"

The veins on Zhao Tian's temples bulged.

He clenched his fists so hard that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

But Su Changge still didn't speak.

He didn't even look up; he just slowly picked up his teacup and took another sip.

To the young man, this behavior looked like cowardice.

"See that? Even your master doesn't dare to make a sound!" The young man strode forward and reached out to snatch the Storage Pouch from Zhao Tian's waist. "If you know what's good for you, hand over the Spirit Stone. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't make things difficult for you—"

His hand was only halfway there.

Su Changge set down his teacup.

The teacup hit the table with a very soft "clack."

Just that one sound.

The young man's extended hand froze in mid-air.

He didn't stop it himself—at that moment, his body experienced an indescribable fear.

It was like a mouse suddenly catching the scent of a cat.

It was like a lamb suddenly feeling the gaze of a tiger.

Su Changge slowly raised his head.

His gaze was as calm as a placid lake, landing indifferently on the young man's face.

It was just a single look.

No Killing Intent, no pressure, not even any fluctuations of Spiritual Qi.

But the young man's pupils suddenly constricted.

In those calm eyes, he seemed to see a boundless void—silent, deep, cold, and endless.

He felt as if his Soul had been seized by something at that moment.

It was a sense of overwhelming suppression that far exceeded any gap in cultivation Realms.

It was a dimensional strike from "existence" itself.

The System's passive effect, Myriad Laws Immunity (Pseudo), functioned perfectly at this moment.

It didn't release any attack, nor did it create any light or sound effects.

It simply projected a piece of information into the young man's Divine Sense—

The foundation of the "Mortal" before him was an abyss he could never reach.

Thud!

The young man's legs buckled uncontrollably.

He knelt directly in front of Su Changge.

The entire tavern instantly fell silent.

Everyone's smiles froze on their faces.

The Cultivators who had been snickering just moments ago gaped, unable to say a word.

The young man knelt on the ground, trembling like a leaf.

Cold sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall.

He wanted to stand up, but his body completely refused to obey.

His Divine Soul was screaming, wailing, and desperately warning him—

Don't move!

Don't speak!

Don't breathe!

The person in front of you can make you vanish in an instant!

"Sen... Senior..." The young man's voice squeezed through his teeth, carrying a sob. "This lowly one was blind to your greatness... I deserve to die..."

The Dragon Court guards behind him were also stunned.

Their Young Lord—Long Zhan, the grandson of the Four Directions Dragon Court's Earth-Splitting Dragon Marquis, Earth Collapse!

The arrogant Young Lord Long Zhan, who bowed to no one!

He was currently kneeling before a man in white who looked like a Mortal!

And that man hadn't even lifted a finger!

"What did he do?" one guard asked his companion in terror.

"He did nothing... he just looked at the Young Lord once..."

Just one look!

A Dragon Clan descendant at the Nascent Soul Mid-Stage, a genius possessing ancient dragon prestige, was forced to his knees by a single look!

What did this mean?

It meant that the true strength of the person before them far exceeded their imagination!

Su Changge marveled inwardly.

[It works! Myriad Laws Immunity (Pseudo) works just as well in the Chixiao Dao Domain!]

[But this kid is from the Dragon Court? Crap, did I just invite trouble?]

[Forget it, it's already come to this. I have to finish the act.]

He withdrew his gaze, as if everything that had just happened was merely an insignificant interlude.

"I am traveling and do not wish to cause trouble."

Su Changge's voice was flat, devoid of any emotion.

"Move aside."

Two words.

As if granted a grand amnesty, Long Zhan scrambled to the side, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Su Changge stood up and straightened his sleeves.

Zhao Tian followed closely behind. As he passed Long Zhan, he gave him a condescending look.

That look was filled with coldness—who were you calling a dog just now?

But Zhao Tian didn't speak; he simply followed the Dao Lord out of the tavern.

Behind them, the tavern erupted in a frenzy.

"Did you see that? That man..."

"One look! With just one look, Young Lord Long Zhan knelt!"

"Who exactly is he? He looks like a Mortal, but he's definitely not one!"

"Heavens, could he be..."

"...the Dao Lord of the Lingxu Wasteland?!"

As soon as this guess emerged, the tavern instantly boiled over.

Just minutes ago, they were laughing at the "Dao Lord" of the Lingxu Wasteland, calling him a swindling bumpkin!

Now, that very person had been sitting right next to them!

And he had forced the Dragon Court's Young Lord to his knees with a single look!

The Cultivators who had been mocking him earlier turned pale, cold sweat drenching them. They wished they could slap themselves.

Meanwhile, Long Zhan remained kneeling, his face ashen.

His fear was receding, replaced by a bone-deep sense of shame.

He—a Dragon Clan descendant! A direct descendant of the Four Directions Dragon Court!

Had actually knelt before a wild Cultivator of unknown origin in front of everyone?

"Young Lord..." A guard stepped forward to help him up.

Long Zhan violently shoved his hand away. "Don't touch me!"

His eyes burned with fury and resentment.

"That man... find out exactly who he is!"

"Also, notify my grandfather!"

"The Dao Lord of the Lingxu Wasteland?" Long Zhan gritted his teeth. "Even if you are the King of Heaven himself, on the territory of my Blazing Dragon War Continent, you have to follow the rules!"

Outside the tavern, Su Changge and Zhao Tian walked side by side down the streets of Chiyan City.

Su Changge's pace was steady, and his expression was calm.

But Zhao Tian noticed that the Dao Lord's right hand was slightly clenched inside his sleeve.

[Damn, my palms are covered in sweat.]

[What if that kid didn't buy it? Would dragon blood have resistance to Myriad Laws Immunity (Pseudo)? I almost couldn't keep it together.]

[But then again, that was a good harvest of emotion points. When that kid knelt down, the shock from so many people should be enough for me to use one or two small special effects.]

As he was calculating, a commotion suddenly broke out in the street ahead.

The crowd began to move aside of their own accord, and the whispers grew dense.

Su Changge felt a powerful aura, strong enough to make one's heart skip a beat, pressing down from above the city.

He looked up.

In the sky, a cold sword light streaked from the distance at extreme speed, trailing a silver-white wake.

Within the sword light, a figure could be faintly seen.

The figure was slender and upright, surrounded by a faint layer of ice-blue spiritual light.

Long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, fluttering wildly in the wind.

It was a woman.

A stunningly beautiful woman.

The sword light landed on the square in the center of the city, and the spiritual light dissipated.

The female Cultivator slowly opened her eyes.

A pair of eyes as clear and cold as autumn water in a frigid pool surveyed the surroundings.

Wherever her gaze landed, everyone lowered their heads.

"It's... it's the Saintess of the Taixu Immortal Sect!"

"Ye Qingyao! Saintess Ye Qingyao has personally come to Chiyan City!"

"Heavens, even she is here? The Taixu Immortal Sect really values this Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly!"

Su Changge's footsteps came to a sudden halt.

His pupils shrank slightly.

Ye Qingyao?

That Reborn Empress?

His Chief Head-Canon Officer?

Why is she here?!