82: Chapter 82 Meeting a Dog on a Date

Chu Feng had just walked out of the talisman room.

"Husband, you've been drawing talismans for so long again, aren't you tired?" Lin Youchu greeted him, carrying warm Spiritual Qi tea in her hands, her eyes full of concern.

"Husband, let me massage your shoulders." Luo Xingyu stepped forward quickly.

"Xingyu, wait a moment, let Husband change his clothes." Cheng Sanniang skillfully took the outer robe Chu Feng had taken off, which was stained with a little spiritual ink.

Bai Yafei and Secretary Han Jiangxue stood up to prepare a meal.

Chu Feng smiled, took the spiritual tea, and drank it in one gulp, immediately feeling the fatigue in his Divine Sense ease significantly.

"Prepare yourselves, I am going out."

Hearing this, Lin Youchu and the others immediately busied themselves.

Under the meticulous and gentle service of his Dao Companions, Chu Feng quickly washed up and changed, putting on a cyan dharma robe embroidered with elegant cloud patterns, which made his figure appear even more upright.

Afterward, he left the small courtyard.

...

Duobao City is situated beneath the Duobao Mountain Range.

Built relying on the Sect, after undergoing development, it has become one of the few gigantic immortal cities in the Desolate Realm.

The city walls are towering, Formations are faintly visible, the streets are wide, shops are numerous, and it gathers Cultivators from all the major continents of the Desolate Realm.

Three months ago, Golden Core experts walked everywhere here, and Foundation Establishment Cultivators were as common as dogs.

But now, although Duobao City remains prosperous, it is shrouded in an invisible haze.

There are more Cultivators hurrying on the streets, and fewer leisurely browsing the shops.

In the conversations, news about the war on the front lines, the fall of some Senior Brother or Junior Martial Uncle, the rise in resource prices, and where small-scale riots have occurred, is endless.

The number of Foundation Establishment Cultivators does not seem to have decreased, but Golden Core experts have almost all disappeared.

They have all rushed to that border battlefield intertwined with blood and fire.

Wangyue Tower is located in the center of the most prosperous "Heavenly Street" in Duobao City. The building is nine stories high, with carved beams and painted pillars, known for its luxury, refinement, and the pure Spiritual Qi contained in its dishes.

Of course, the price is also enough to make ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivators gasp.

The minimum consumption is 8,888 Low-Grade Spirit Stones, which is definitely not just for show.

Those who can often come here to consume are either wealthy Foundation Establishment Cultivators or descendants of prominent families with illustrious backgrounds.

Fifth floor.

By the time Chu Feng arrived, Tang Yanrou was already there.

Today, she was wearing a water-blue misty silk dress, her dark hair like a waterfall, loosely pinned up with only a single white jade hairpin. With light makeup, she appeared pure and refined, yet exuded a peaceful temperament belonging to a Pill Master.

Seeing Chu Feng enter, her bright eyes lit up slightly. She stood up to welcome him, a faint smile curling at the corners of her lips: "Senior Brother Chu, you're here."

"I've kept Junior Sister Tang waiting," Chu Feng said with a smile, cupping his hands. His gaze unobtrusively appreciated her impressive figure, and then he sat down calmly.

Several plates of exquisite spiritual fruits and pastries, along with that famous pot of "Moonlight Dew," had already been placed on the table.

The wine in the jade pot shimmered with a faint moon-white luster, and Spiritual Qi was swirling around it.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and Tang Yanrou personally poured the wine. The topic naturally unfolded, moving from the recent situation to their respective progress in Cultivation.

Tang Yanrou's voice was soft, carrying concern: "Senior Brother Chu, the Sect has not been very peaceful lately. You reside on Duobao Peak; are you doing well? I have heard that there is much friction among the Disciples left behind on some peaks."

Chu Feng took a sip of the spiritual wine and felt a stream of crisp, gentle Spiritual Qi slide down his throat, slowly nourishing his Meridians. Hearing this, he smiled: "Thank you for your concern, Junior Sister. Duobao Peak has an Elder overseeing it, so it is still quite peaceful."

"As for those few monsters and demons, those clowns, I just ignore them."

Tang Yanrou nodded gently, wanting to say something but hesitating. Finally, she whispered: "Senior Brother, you still need to be careful. I heard... that over at Fubao Peak, someone is paying quite a bit of attention to you, especially that Tang Aotian."

Although she is at Danbao Peak, as the beloved Disciple of the Peak Master of Pill Treasure, her sources of information are naturally well-informed.

Chu Feng's eyes flickered, and he was about to ask for details.

Just then, a commotion came from outside the private room, and immediately after, the door was pushed open unceremoniously.

A young man wearing the true Disciple attire of Fubao Peak and looking somewhat arrogant walked in, followed by two lackeys in the same attire with unkind expressions.

The leading youth's gaze first lingered greedily on Tang Yanrou's face for a moment, then turned to Chu Feng, and he snorted through his nose.

"Yo, I wondered who had occupied this 'Cloud Viewing Pavilion,' so it's the great Genius Chu and Junior Sister Tang."

The youth's tone was frivolous. His gaze swept over the wine and dishes on the table, and he said loudly on purpose, "Kid, I've taken a liking to this seat of yours and this pot of 'Moonlight Dew'."

"If you know what's good for you, get out quickly, leave the things behind, and don't disturb my fun!"

Tang Yanrou's pretty face turned cold, her willow eyebrows arched, and she stood up abruptly: "Song Ming! You are presumptuous! This is the private room I booked; please get out!"

She recognized this person as a Yellow-rank True Disciple of Fubao Peak named Song Ming, with a Foundation Establishment Ninth Stage cultivation. He had a poor reputation, was good at bootlicking, and it was said that he had attached himself to that Genius of Fubao Peak, Tang Aotian.

"Heh!"

Song Ming sneered, his gaze roaming over Tang Yanrou even more lecherously, "Why get angry, Junior Sister Tang? This kid is just a Foundation Establishment Early Stage Cultivator who got lucky; how is he worthy of drinking with you?"

"Why not come and have a few drinks with me, Senior Brother, and let's 'exchange feelings'? I guarantee that I have much better prospects than following this kid!"

While he was speaking frivolous words, he was secretly complaining in his heart.

He dared not disobey Tang Aotian's orders, but offending the top of the hidden dragon ranking and the beloved Disciple of the Peak Master of Pill Treasure at once would definitely cause no small amount of trouble later.

But the arrow was on the bowstring, and he had to fire.

"You... shameless!"

Tang Yanrou had never suffered such direct humiliation before. She was so angry that her face turned pale. Her spiritual power fluctuated faintly, and pill fire was already swirling around her fingertips; it looked like she was about to make a move.

"Yanrou, wait."

Chu Feng's voice sounded calmly, yet it carried a strange, soothing power.

He slowly put down his wine glass and looked up at Song Ming, his gaze as sharp as a knife, as if it could pierce through the other party's bluff, "I don't care if you are stupid yourself, or if someone behind you instructed you to act as this barking wild dog."

"But since you chose to be a dog and came out to bite people, you must have the awareness that your legs could be broken, or even that you could be skinned and put in a pot. Do you have that awareness?"

The lecherous smile on Song Ming's face froze, replaced by an angry embarrassment at having his thoughts exposed.

"Good! Good! What a sharp-tongued kid!"

He laughed in extreme anger, said the word "good" three times, and even clapped his hands exaggeratedly, "Relying on a little talent, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth?"

"Daring to speak to me like this! It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know how big the gap is between Foundation Establishment Ninth Stage and Foundation Establishment Sixth Stage!"

He took a sudden step forward, releasing his Foundation Establishment Ninth Stage pressure without reservation, attempting to suppress Chu Feng: "No point in talking more! The Sect Dueling Platform, dare you go up there?"

"Life and death don't matter! If you are a coward and dare not accept the challenge, then in the future, when you see me, obediently walk around me and call me Grandpa!"

"Dueling Platform?" Chu Feng raised an eyebrow slightly.

This is a legal fighting venue established by the Duobao Sect to resolve irreconcilable private grievances between Disciples.

After signing the contract, the fighting on the platform is up to fate, and the Sect will not interfere.

It seems the other party had a premeditated plan, wanting to deal with him in the name of a "fair duel."