In the main hall's performance area, Lin Xiang'er finished playing her piece. The audience, still craving more, clamored for Miss Xiang'er to play another tune.
On the high platform, Lin Xiang'er did not respond. She remained seated sideways on the soft chair, drinking fine wine cup after cup, her drowsy, hazy eyes fixed on a private room in the pavilion. Her mind was preoccupied with the intense sense of déjà vu she had just experienced, and her divine sense continuously enveloped the area.
The conversation of several people reached her ears, and she learned that the person who had given her such a powerful sense of familiarity was surnamed Gu, named Qingfeng, and was none other than the Gu Qingfeng who had annihilated dozens of Immortal Dynasty Noble Scions in the Great Northwest nine years ago.
But wasn't he dead?
Even Immortal Suhua had personally announced his death.
Why was he alive now?
And he had claimed to be a monarch's successor in the Great Northwest?
Why had he just now called himself the Chixiao King?
Could he be another fraud impersonating the monarch?
And one who had won Yue Jinghong clean out of everything?
And seemingly unafraid of Yue Jinghong seeking trouble?
As she pondered this, a group of over ten people appeared in the hall, drawing the attention of many.
These dozen or so individuals were all Immortal Officials from the Yanluo Immortal Office. Among them was the son of Lord Yue, the Chief Steward of the Yanluo Immortal Office—Nine-Star Immortal Official Yue Jinghong.
But the person leading them was even more astonishing.
It was Peng Jia.
This person's status was no small matter; he was a Direct Disciple of the Nandou Sect.
As everyone knew,
The Nandou Sect was one of the Seven Great Sects of Yanluo Country.
And a Direct Disciple of the Nandou Sect was not something the direct disciples of minor sects could compare to. It was no exaggeration to say that any Direct Disciple from any of Yanluo Country's Seven Great Sects possessed strength sufficient to annihilate everyone from those minor sects.
Moreover, this Peng Jia was not only a Direct Disciple of the Nandou Sect but also a Noble Scion enfeoffed by the Immortal Dynasty.
All Immortal Dynasty Noble Scions were second-generation immortals.
Second-generation immortals were born inheriting Immortal Spirit Aura from their parents, giving them innate advantages. Their cultivation speed was even more terrifying than those hailed as geniuses.
But not all second-generation immortals could receive enfeoffment from the Immortal Dynasty.
Only the outstanding, exceptionally fortunate second-generation immortals could be enfeoffed as Noble Scions by the Immortal Dynasty.
This was indeed the case.
This Peng Jia possessed an impressive array of over one hundred and sixty layers of Great Nature Transcendent Fortune. Such Great Nature Transcendent Fortune was rare even across the entire Yanluo Country. In the hall, Xiao Ziying and Mei Yuanhua were both hailed as geniuses, yet the Great Nature Fortune they possessed numbered only a few dozen layers, not even reaching a hundred. One could imagine how formidable Peng Jia's existence was.
Furthermore, everyone knew that Immortal Dynasty Noble Scions possessed the Great Sun Bright Dharma Aspect bestowed by the Immortal Dynasty.
This Dharma Aspect contained the powerful imposing might of the Great Sun Brightness, sweeping all before it. Not to mention ordinary Dharma Aspects, even Fortune Dharma Aspects paled in comparison. It was said that a Noble Scion who had just cultivated the Great Sun Bright Dharma Aspect could sweep through all Dharma Aspect Great Venerables and even have the qualification to battle a Great Completion Earth Immortal.
Let alone the fact that Peng Jia had already cultivated his Great Sun Bright Dharma Aspect to perfection. Although he was not yet an Earth Immortal, with his Great Sun Bright Dharma Aspect, over one hundred and sixty layers of Great Nature Transcendent Fortune, and his innate, advantageous Immortal Spirit Aura, his strength was so great that even Earth Immortals would likely flee upon seeing him.
Seeing Peng Jia, Yue Jinghong, and the other dozen or so Immortal Dynasty members arrive, the crowd in the hall voluntarily made way, none daring to offend them.
Xiao Ziying and Mei Yuanhua even came forward to greet Peng Jia. Although one had the backing of the Xiao Family, one of the Four Great Families, and the other was hailed as belonging to the Mei Family, the foremost family of the Jinxiu Great Region, neither dared put on airs before a Noble Scion like Peng Jia.
It wasn't out of fear.
They simply didn't want to offend him.
Peng Jia nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then looked toward Lin Xiang'er on the high platform, his eyes lighting up with a flash of pleasant surprise. He smiled and said, "Oh?
I didn't expect to be so lucky as to run into Miss Xiang'er performing on stage."
"So it's the mighty Noble Scion Peng. I was wondering who had such grand presence."
Lin Xiang'er shifted her posture. Previously, her left leg was crossed over her right; now she placed her right leg over her left. Yet she still leaned sideways against the soft chair. Her enchanting figure, alluring eyes, coupled with the lazy smile at the corner of her lips, truly made her seem like a demoness who could bewitch the world, causing hearts to flutter. No one was not intoxicated by her, and even her voice carried a sensation that made one's entire body go weak.
"Noble Scion Peng arrives with such a grand entourage, looking solemn and bearing anger. I'm afraid you haven't come to listen to music, have you?"
"Miss Xiang'er truly has sharp eyes. I admire that!"
Peng Jia walked forward. Those sitting at the front immediately moved aside, clearing several tables. He sat down with Yue Jinghong and the other Immortal Officials. Soon, Wei Lao descended from the pavilion, smiling as he said, "I was unaware of Noble Scion Peng's esteemed arrival and failed to welcome you properly. I beg your forgiveness."
As he spoke, Wei Lao waved his hand, and over ten enchanting maidservants immediately approached, but Peng Jia refused them.
"Even Miss Xiang'er can see that this Noble Scion has not come to listen to music. Can't you, Steward Wei, see it too?"
Wei Lao took out a jug of fine wine from his storage bag—this was specially reserved for honored guests—and poured a cup for Peng Jia, Yue Jinghong, and the others. He smiled and said, "Forgive this old man's poor eyesight. For what matter has Noble Scion Peng come this time?"
"Is Sister Hong here?"
"Sister Hong went out today and is not at the villa."
Wei Lao spoke cautiously, "If Noble Scion Peng has any matters, please feel free to instruct this old man."
"It's nothing major. I merely heard that Jinghong had a rather unpleasant time playing here yesterday."
Although Peng Jia did not state it explicitly, everyone present knew he had come for Yue Jinghong's matter.
Xiao Ziying and Mei Yuanhua had also heard about it. It seemed Yue Jinghong had lost terribly at the villa's gambling den yesterday, losing all his Mystic-Grade Spirit Treasures worth over a hundred million. It was said he lost to a young man surnamed Gu. As for who this young man surnamed Gu was, and what his background or status might be, no one knew. No one had ever seen him before either. They only heard he claimed the surname Gu; nothing else was known.
Under normal circumstances, no one would dare do such a thing. At least, people of status like Xiao Ziying and Mei Yuanhua wouldn't. If they won, it would be a few small wins, just for show. Even if they won a lot, they would return the winnings privately. As for winning Yue Jinghong clean out, it wasn't that no one in Yanluo Country dared to do it, but those who did were all figures of great status and background. To avoid damaging harmony, they would still treat him to a meal.
It seemed this person surnamed Gu had not only won Yue Jinghong clean but also showed no intention of returning the winnings or treating him.
Could he truly be unafraid of Yue Jinghong, this Nine-Star Immortal Official?
Peng Jia had a burly build and a stern countenance, giving off a profound feeling. Sitting upright in his chair, he held his wine cup, raised his head, and drained it in one go. Without even looking at Wei Lao, he said, "I wonder if Steward Wei is aware of this matter?"