Ye Chen surmised that this Supreme Elder was most likely Zhou Yun. Had the negotiations already succeeded?
Without suspecting anything else, he brought only Abenue with him and followed the Zhoutian Clan member towards the Cloud Radiance Palace.
Soon after, the group entered the celestial palace complex at the center of Myriad Saints City, which was precisely the territory of the Zhoutian Clan. The majestic clusters of palaces stretched continuously, each one fully displaying the Zhoutian Clan's immense wealth and extravagance. It was also a place where tigers crouched and dragons hid, with experts as numerous as clouds.
They quickly arrived at an exceptionally luxurious and imposing great hall. The Zhoutian Clan member stood outside the main doors, bowing as he said, "Esteemed guests, please enter the hall. The Supreme Elder awaits your honored arrival."
Ye Chen and the others stepped through the doors and saw Zhou Yun inside. He strode forward with a smile, saying, "Fellow Daoist Qian, as promised, I have arranged a meeting for you with the owner of the Dragon Soul Grass. He is waiting quietly for your arrival within the hall."
Hearing this, Ye Chen and Abenue exchanged a glance, both feeling pleasantly surprised.
They had originally thought they would have to compete for it at the auction event, never expecting it to go so smoothly.
Ye Chen cupped his fists towards Zhou Yun. "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Zhou. Once the matter is settled, I will certainly not forget your help!"
"It's nothing," Zhou Yun chuckled, then his expression turned serious. "However, there is one thing I must remind you of beforehand. This person has a rather peculiar temperament. Please be prepared, Fellow Daoist Qian."
"Understood!"
Ye Chen didn't find it strange. Just as many alchemists have eccentric temperaments, it was reasonable for some important figures to be the same.
As he spoke, Ye Chen had Abenue follow him inside, and together with Zhou Yun, they entered the great hall.
Inside the luxurious and resplendent hall, a banquet table was set in the center. It was laden with all manner of delicacies, fine wines, and rare mountain and sea treasures—easily hundreds of different dishes, each one a rare delicacy of the current age.
Not to mention ordinary people, even figures like Heavenly Kings and Great Powers would rarely have the chance to taste such delicacies. The ingredients used were all incredibly precious, often costing tens of thousands of spirit stones each. The total value of the entire table was simply incalculable.
Seated at the center of the massive feast was a demonically handsome man who appeared quite young. His long hair was tied up in a crown, and he wore magnificent robes. His bearing was extraordinary, yet he carried a rogue-like, wicked air about him, making him quite distinctive as he sat in the host's seat.
On either side of the man were five exceptionally beautiful and outstanding women each. With beauties on his left and right, he would occasionally lean in to be intimate with the women beside him. From time to time, he would even extend a hand, slipping it into the slightly loose clothing of a woman to caress her warm, soft, and smooth skin, a lecherous smile plastered across his face. This left both Ye Chen and Abenue dumbfounded; it was as if a brothel patron had entered a brothel.
Ye Chen couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He glanced at Abenue, whose face had manifested a look of disgust. Clearly, she found such a womanizer utterly repulsive.
If not for the Dragon Soul Grass, she would have turned and left long ago.
Zhou Yun, standing to the side, looked somewhat awkwardly at all this, evidently having known beforehand. He transmitted his voice privately, "Fellow Daoist Qian, this person is just a bit eccentric in temperament. However, the Dragon Soul Grass is on him. If you wish to obtain it successfully, please try to endure it for now."
Ye Chen nodded. To get the Dragon Soul Grass, they had to start with the person before them.
At the same time, Zhou Yun had already led Ye Chen and Abenue to the banquet table. Zhou Yun cupped his fists towards the rogue-like, demonically handsome young man and said, "Fellow Daoist Long, these two are Fellow Daoist Qian and Miss Disi, who wish to purchase the Dragon Soul Grass."
Disi was Abenue's pseudonym.
However, the demonically handsome man, immersed in the gentle embrace of numerous beauties, seemed not to have heard at all. He continued to play and laugh with the many women around him, occasionally delving into their gentle bosoms for a light squeeze, fully enjoying their fragrant warmth and soft jade-like skin. The scene was exceedingly sensual and eye-catching.
From time to time, he would even utter phrases that made one blush and ears burn—
"Ouch, sorry, Qing'er, your skin is too smooth! My hand slipped in accidentally!"
"Huh—Xia Xia, why are you carrying two buns here? Let big brother quickly take them down for you. Wow, these buns are so big and soft! Where did you buy them? Big brother likes them!"
"Shuang'er, I observed the stars last night and discovered you are carrying a fearsome omen upon you. Come here quickly, let big brother perform a great technique to remove it for you!"
The demonically handsome man's mouth was running like a Flying Dragon, the words he spoke were simply indecent to behold. Moreover, his hands never stopped moving, causing the ten accompanying women to nearly be unable to bear it. Each one blushed crimson, constantly twisting their delicate bodies, as if about to melt.
Ye Chen watched, dumbfounded, feeling that this guy and Will were cut from the same cloth—utterly shameless and lecherous combined!
Zhou Yun's expression grew slightly more awkward. He called out several times before the demonically handsome youth seemed to snap back to reality. He looked up at Zhou Yun, not even bothering to wipe the many bright red lipstick marks from his face, and grinned at him. "Oh, it's Zhou Yun. Sorry, I was just busy earlier and didn't notice your arrival. Come, come, don't stand on ceremony. Everyone, sit down. This must be the Fellow Daoist Qian you mentioned. Sit down too. Everyone, relax, eat whatever you want. Oh, right, there are also plenty of pretty girls here. You can call a few over. It's more fun when we all play together."
The demonically handsome youth was very enthusiastic, inviting Zhou Yun and Ye Chen to sit down and telling them not to stand on ceremony.
Zhou Yun was speechless. For goodness' sake, this was their Zhoutian Clan's great hall! The banquet was set by the Zhoutian Clan, and the beauties were from the Zhoutian Clan! Yet this guy was acting like the host, telling him, the actual host, not to stand on ceremony and to enjoy freely. What was the meaning of this?
Ye Chen was also somewhat dumbfounded, feeling that this demonically handsome youth was very strange.
Abenue beside him wore a gloomy expression.
Nevertheless, the group sat down. The demonically handsome youth still had beauties on his left and right, surrounded by numerous beautiful women. Within sight was the alluring fragrance and snow-white, warm, soft jade-like skin of the women—a very sensual scene.
However, when he noticed Abenue, his gaze, which had frequently lingered on the exposed snow-white parts of those beautiful women, suddenly froze. It landed on Abenue and didn't shift away in the slightest. He opened his mouth and muttered to himself, "Damn, I actually ran into a great beauty. So pretty, almost comparable to that kid's few wives."
He hurriedly wiped the bright red lipstick marks from his face and gently shook off those beautiful women. The feminine fragrance on his body dissipated. Like an elegant, refined young master of the mundane world, he righteously and solemnly addressed the sensual women beside him, "Ladies, please have some self-respect. Although this young master is born handsome and suave, hailed as the number one handsome man in the Chaos Sea, and any woman who sees me wants to have me, I can clearly tell you that this young master has always maintained his purity. Please, have some self-respect, alright? We are all civilized people. Our behavior should be civilized and polite."