347: Are you that dog? It's not a purebred!

Under the gaze of countless people.

In the center of the deck of that Starry Giant Boat, something was being held up by invisible Qi Mechanisms, slowly drifting down.

No, that was not an object.

That was a rocking chair.

A rocking chair carved from Ten-Thousand-Year Warm Jade, radiating a soft, precious light, which calmed the Divine Soul just by looking at it.

A white-robed young man was reclining on the rocking chair, his posture utterly lazy. His black hair was loosely tied with a simple Jade Hairpin, and a few strands fell by his cheek, gently swaying with the breeze.

[Tsk, this display is still a bit underwhelming. I should have told Wu Chang and the others to get a few hundred more Illusory Dragon and Phoenix Figures to accompany the dance. Whatever, I'll make do.]

Su Chen complained internally while enjoying the service of the two stunning maidservants beside him.

Spring Flower was gently fanning him with a White Jade Round Fan, creating gusts of refreshing wind imbued with Spiritual Qi. The wind was just right, making his robes flutter and giving him an abundance of Immortal Qi.

Autumn Moon's slender fingers fluttered as she carefully peeled a Spiritual Fruit wreathed in purple Qi, gracefully bringing the crystal-clear flesh, untainted by the mortal world, to his lips.

And the ones responsible for carrying this rocking chair, making it descend steadily and lightly as a feather from ten thousand meters high, were two formidable Fiends.

On the left was the red-haired strongman Su Wuchang, whose physique was as imposing as a moving volcano.

The terrifying surging Blood Qi around him caused visible, scorching distortion in the surrounding space. His mere presence made countless Cultivators below feel parched, as if they were in a lava Hell!

On the right was the silver-haired woman Su Xiaoxiao, whose appearance was breathtaking, but whose aura was as icy as Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice.

The space three feet around her formed its own Domain. The fierce Gale Winds high above were silently frozen into the finest Ice Dust before they could approach her, scattering downward!

This scene was utterly absurd and utterly arrogant!

When others made their entrance, they were either accompanied by Divine Light or preceded by Sacred Music.

Yet, this man actually had two terrifyingly powerful experts act as sedan bearers, carrying a rocking chair, and slowly "floating" down in front of billions of living beings!

He didn't look like he was participating in a duel that would decide the fate of a Divine Dynasty; he looked more like an idle prince coming out for a stroll in his backyard, incidentally catching a monkey show.

In the dead silent plaza below, everyone was dumbfounded.

On the golden Immortal Ship, the sneer on Lin Yu’s face had long since frozen, replaced by a ghastly pallor.

His proud Immortal Ship was tiny, like a sampan in a gutter, beneath the shadow of the sky-obscuring Starry Giant Boat.

And the opponent's way of making an entrance was a blatant display of contempt towards him!

That air of leisure seemed to say: Everything you painstakingly created is nothing but a joke in my eyes.

Su Chen gave a lazy yawn, ate the fruit flesh handed to him by Autumn Moon, and casually swept his gaze downward.

That look was like viewing a boring scroll—indifferent yet all-seeing.

He passed over the Rebels who were stunned by fear, the petrified Civil and Military Officials, and the ridiculous Golden Ship that looked like a toy beneath the shadow of his nine heavens vessel.

Finally, his gaze settled.

He saw the figure in the center of the plaza, wearing a Crimson-Gold Emperor Robe, standing proudly and stubbornly leaning on a sword, though their eyes were already red-rimmed.

He saw Ji Hongxue.

[Yo, my Silly Girl looks quite good in this outfit today. It's just that her eyes are red like a rabbit's, which makes my heart ache. How dare someone make her cry? This matter won't end today!]

Su Chen's mind stirred. He grinned, showing his white teeth, smiling brightly and roguishly at her, and gave her a look that said, "Don't worry."

When Ji Hongxue saw that familiar smile, the last line of defense in her heart instantly collapsed. She could no longer hold back her tears, yet stubbornly refused to let them fall, instead biting her red lip fiercely. She both wanted to cry and wanted to rush up and punch him.

After doing all this, Su Chen slowly shifted his gaze, finally letting it fall upon the red-robed young man on the Warship, whose face had turned liver-colored from shock to fury.

[Let me take a look. So this is that Lin Yu guy? Dressed gaudily, like a peacock spreading its tail, afraid others won't know he's desperate to mate. Truly poor taste.]

He lazily tilted his head, as if he had discovered a strange new species, and asked Su Wuchang, who was carrying the rocking chair beside him, in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, but clearly audible throughout the entire venue:

"Wu Chang."

Su Wuchang replied gruffly, "Boss, what are your orders?"

"Is that fellow down there, dressed like a peacock in heat, the dog who wants to steal my wife?"

Su Chen stroked his chin, examining Lin Yu up and down with interest for a moment, then shook his head with a serious expression.

He delivered his final conclusion in an extremely professional tone, as if appraising livestock:

"Hmm... it looks like the breed isn't quite pure."