54: Where did this brat come from? Get out!

Drunken Immortal Tower.

The most prestigious and most Spirit Stone-burning den of luxury in the Heavenly Capital.

Those who could set foot here were all influential figures from various factions.

At this moment, inside the "Heavenly Number One" private box, which had the best view and the richest Spiritual Qi on the top floor, the atmosphere was so cold it could scrape off three inches of frost.

Wang Teng's handsome face was as black as the bottom of a pot as he gulped down glass after glass of the thousand-gold-valued "Fire Dragon's Chant."

On the purple-gold round table before him, rare delicacies were piled as high as mountains. In the center, the restaurant's Divine Grade signature dish, the Golden Scaled Pig—whose fragrance drifted for ten miles and had lured Su Chen out of his seclusion—was emitting an enticing golden glow.

But Wang Teng turned a blind eye to it.

His mind was filled with the scenes of being publicly humiliated over a dozen days ago.

Especially after he ordered that stray dog Qin Feng to be thrown out, rumors had actually spread outside that he, Wang Teng, was a poor judge of character and had acted out of shameful rage.

How embarrassing!

What an absolute disgrace!

"Young Master Wang, please calm down." A lackey with a face full of flattery carefully poured wine for him. "That mere Qin Feng is just a jinx! Throwing him out was a display of your true wisdom and divine martial prowess!"

"Exactly!" another person hastily chimed in. "Once the final auction begins and you seize the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art to prove your Dao and become an Emperor, what will Su Chen even be? Ling Qingzhu will have to obediently kneel at your feet and be your foot-washing maid!"

"Well said!"

Listening to this flattery, Wang Teng's stifled mood lightened slightly.

He slammed the table heavily, splashing wine everywhere, as a twisted, wild laugh appeared on his face: "Hahaha! That's right! When This Young Master reaches Major Achievement in my divine art, the first thing I'll do is twist off Su Chen's head to use as a chamber pot!"

He was currently immersed in his fantasy of ruling the world.

Right at that moment.

"Creak— Bang!"

The heavy door of the private box, crafted from thousand-year divine wood and inscribed with layers of defensive array runes, let out an overburdened groan. Then... under the dumbfounded gaze of Wang Teng and all his followers, the entire door "slid" off the frame, silently fell to the ground, and shattered into a cloud of wood splinters.

At the doorway, a white-clad figure was maintaining a lazy leaning posture. Having lost his support, he stumbled and nearly fell over.

The private box fell into a dead silence.

Wang Teng's angry curses were forced back into his stomach.

Because he saw clearly who had come.

That face was so handsome it made him go mad with jealousy; it was none other than the Divine Son of the Su Family, Su Chen, whom he hated to the bone!

But Wang Teng's first thought wasn't anger, but bewilderment.

The Su Chen before him had disheveled hair, wrinkled clothes, and eyes filled with pure confusion. There was even a trace of undried drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't look at anyone in the box at all, but merely twitched his elegant nose, sniffing the air forcefully like a young beast tracking a scent.

This silly, dazed appearance was a world apart from the god-demon with the eerie gaze and world-swallowing aura from several days ago!

One was in the heavens, the other on the ground!

In a flash, Wang Teng's mind suddenly cleared!

He "realized" it!

Fake!

The one at the auction was definitely a body double found by the Su Family, or they used some illusionary secret treasure to play tricks!

This sleepy-eyed, slovenly idiot before him was the rumored unlearned, good-for-nothing Divine Son!

This was his true face!

Hahahaha!

So that's how it is!

Wang Teng's self-confidence was like dry wood meeting a raging fire, exploding upward!

The anger of being deceived and a sense of intellectual superiority made him instantly straighten his back.

He had seen through everything!

"Shopkeeper! Yes, yes, yes, that's the smell! That's the pig!"

Su Chen finally locked onto the source of the fragrance. He bypassed the shattered screen at the door, his gaze instantly and firmly glued to the glistening, aromatic plate of Golden Scaled Pig on the table.

His eyes lit up as he shouted to the waiter outside, who was pale with fright, "Is there more of this pig? Give me ten portions first!"

The waiter's legs went weak as he stammered an explanation, "Gu... Guest, the Golden Scaled Pig is only supplied three per day. Today's portion... is, is all right here..."

"All here?" Su Chen's brows immediately knit together.

[What the heck? I'm a step late?]

[No way, I followed the scent all this way, my cravings are about to revolt. I must eat it today!]

He turned his head and finally took a proper look at the people in the box.

His gaze swept over Wang Teng's outfit, which was covered in jewels and as gaudy as a peacock spreading its feathers.

[Who is this guy? Did he wear his entire net worth? His taste is truly unique.]

[Forget it, I don't care who he is. Even Jesus couldn't stop me from eating this pig today, I said so!]

While his mind was flooded with internal commentary, Su Chen lazily tilted his chin and said to Wang Teng, "Hey, I'm buying that pig. Name a price."

His tone was as casual as asking how much a pound of weeds by the roadside cost.

This attitude of completely disregarding Wang Teng instantly ignited all the confidence Wang Teng had regained and the resentment he had accumulated!

"Buy? Are you even worthy?"

Wang Teng stood up with a "whoosh," looking down at Su Chen from a height, his lips curling into a cold smile of extreme contempt.

He had finally found an outlet to vent all his humiliation!

He wanted to ruthlessly crush this superficial waste under his feet in front of the whole world!

"Where did this wild kid come from, dressed like a beggar, yet daring to barge into This Young Lord's private box?"

Wang Teng's chin was held high as he looked at Su Chen through his nostrils, his face full of disdain.

"Now, immediately kneel down for This Young Lord, kowtow three times, and then crawl through my legs!"

"Then, get out!"

"Otherwise, This Young Lord will make you realize today that there are some people you can never afford to offend in your entire life!"

The lackeys behind him also crowded forward with sinister grins, each cracking their knuckles with audible pops.

However, no one noticed.

The four stunning Great Sages at the door, whose beautiful faces were originally flushed red because the Divine Son was embarrassing himself, saw the color instantly drain from their faces upon hearing Wang Teng's words.

It was replaced by a dead silence sufficient to freeze a Divine Soul into an ice sculpture.