Watching two Tang people attacking the attendant, Ye Wangchuan's mouth twitched.
This... even without an invitation from his father, they could still come...
Especially that guy named Tang San.
Just hearing the phrase "You already have the path to death" was enough to confirm that Tang San was indeed a chosen one.
He was also a chosen one from a suppressed family, with extremely low talent and despised by others.
Thinking about it, Ye Wangchuan was startled.
He looked to his side, Li Luo. A system-based chosen one.
Then to the other side, Liu Han. A genius-based chosen one.
And then to the door, Tang San. A waste-based chosen one.
Three chosen ones?
One city having three chosen ones was already a bit much, not to mention Tang San didn't take up much luck.
But, his victory banquet had all three chosen ones attending. What did this mean?
It meant that something significant must happen at this banquet!
Ye Wangchuan quickly recalled the memories of the novels he read in his previous life.
Chosen ones, banquets, significant events...
Could it be a disengagement?
However, Ye Wangchuan himself didn't have any fiancée-like relationships.
He turned and stared intensely at every corner of the venue.
Meanwhile, Li Luo was still planning to earn some villain sentiment points.
Li Luo: "Ye Wangchuan, your eyes... uh, so serious, so... sparkling?"
Ye Wangchuan: "..."
Li Luo: "Ye Wangchuan, your clothes... why do they smell faintly fragrant?"
Ye Wangchuan: "..."
Li Luo: "Ye Wangchuan you——"
Ye Wangchuan: "Li Luo, shut up."
"Don't ruin my good fortune."
Li Luo: "..."
...
...
At the door.
"I'm sorry, but the clan leader didn't allow the Tang family to enter. I'm just an attendant."
"It's no use questioning me. In any case, the Tang family is not allowed to enter."
The attendant stood straight, not yielding in the slightest.
Originally, the red-faced old man from the Tang family, upon hearing such blunt rejection, became even redder.
He stuttered for a long time, unable to think of a proper retort.
After all, he hadn't received an invitation and came mainly to pick up some treasures from the banquet.
Nearby.
Seeing his father being humiliated, Tang San's anger surged again.
He walked over and directly pointed at the attendant's nose, angrily saying.
"A mere attendant dares to be so arrogant! My father has suffered an injustice and come to seek an explanation. What's wrong with that?"
"But you, an attendant, keep stepping over the line! Don't think that just because you're an attendant of the Ye family, you're actually part of the Ye family! I see that you already have the path to death!"
“Today, I, Tang San, will maintain order and eliminate you, this emotionally malicious attendant!”
As Tang San spoke, he planned to have his father attack the attendant.
There was no way around it; his talent was only at the 3rd rank, and he couldn't even defeat an attendant.
But just then.
"Hahaha! My surname is Ye. Do I have the qualifications to be arrogant?"
Suddenly, a tall man in silver armor walked over.
Seeing him, the attendant slightly bowed and said, "Hello, Mr. Ye Bai."
"Mm."
Ye Bai nodded slightly.
In his seat, Ye Wangchuan silently watched this scene and thought.
Although Ye Wangchuan was the only heir of the Ye family, it didn't mean there were no other young Ye family members.
For example, this Ye Bai was the descendant of the 38th adopted son his grandfather had taken in.
Moreover, his cultivation had reached the late stage of the second realm, which was quite strong.
At the door.
Ye Bai dismissed the attendant.
He turned to look at the two Tang family members and disdainfully said.
"Tch, the Tang family."
"Don't you know why you didn't get an invitation? How dare you talk about injustice?"
"Not strong, but your temper is quite bad. Like a dog, always biting people."
"The only contribution the Tang family has made to Chang'an is providing a joke with a 3rd rank talent!"
"Laughable, a 3rd rank talent! I could take an old lady to the Heaven Rank and she wouldn't be just 3rd rank."
Ye Bai's mocking words came out.
In his seat.
Ye Wangchuan's mouth twitched.
Damn, this Ye Bai, the villain aura is too obvious!
Such blunt mockery.
Based on Ye Wangchuan's experience reading web novels.
This Ye Bai would probably get slapped in the face by Tang San soon!
Why is it always someone surnamed Ye playing the villain?
"Can Tang San, with a 3rd rank talent, really slap Ye Bai, who has a second realm cultivation?"
"There must be some kind of cheat, right? No, I need to get closer and take a look."
As Ye Wangchuan thought, he looked at Li Luo, who was huddled to the side like a hamster, munching on grapes.
Hmm...
If I let two chosen ones oppose each other, would their luck halos lose their effect?
With that thought, Ye Wangchuan said to Li Luo.
Come, let's go watch the lively scene.
"I'm not going. Didn't you tell me to shut up and not ruin your good fortune?"
Li Luo said helplessly.
"Alright, then I'll go find Liu Han."
Ye Wangchuan shook his head and turned to leave.
In the corner, Li Luo continued to lower her head and eat grapes.
But just then.
A voice suddenly echoed in her mind.
[Ding, detecting a special event, the system issues a mission.]
[Option 1]: Continue staying in place and eating grapes.
Reward: One hundred golden grapes, allowing the host to eat to their heart's content.
[Option 2]: Help Ye Wangchuan beat the Tang family young master.
Reward: +3 cultivation pills, +100 villain sentiment points, host already has the path to death.
[Option 3]: Stop Ye Wangchuan from beating the Tang family young master.
Reward: +5 cultivation pills, +200 villain sentiment points, host will not have the path to death.
"Hmm?"
Li Luo looked at the options and was slightly puzzled.
Why would Ye Wangchuan want to beat the Tang family young master?
And what's this path to death?
But based on the system's usual habit of giving the best rewards for option three, this path to death probably wasn't anything good.
Given that, Li Luo would definitely choose...
"Option two!"
Li Luo decisively chose option two.
Offending the Ye family or the Tang family, which was more dangerous, she could tell.
And from the discussions around her, it seemed the Tang family heir only had a 3rd rank talent.
So offending them wasn't a big deal!
...
...
"Liu Han, come, let's go over and take a look."
"Ye brother, you're really energetic, even getting involved in such trivial matters."
Ye Wangchuan and Liu Han were chatting.
Liu Han stood up, ready to follow Ye Wangchuan to watch the excitement.
Just then.
"I'm coming too."
Li Luo came over, interrupting their conversation.
Ye Wangchuan looked down and saw Li Luo approaching.
He casually rubbed Li Luo's head and chuckled.
"Hmm? Didn't you say you weren't going?"
"You can't control me! I want to go now!"
Li Luo shook her head, trying to get rid of Ye Wangchuan's hand.
Regarding Li Luo suddenly wanting to join the fun, Ye Wangchuan naturally wouldn't refuse.
This little loli's sudden change of attitude must be due to a system mission.
After dealing with Tang San, he would definitely take advantage of her!
"Alright then. By the way, Liu Han, are you coming?"
"Uh..."
Liu Han looked at Ye Wangchuan, who was rubbing Li Luo's head.
Then he looked down at Li Luo, who was tightly closing her eyes, trying to shake off the hand.
In the next moment, Liu Han seemed to understand something.
He said seriously, "Ye brother, I won't disturb you two!"
"Hmm? What disturbance?"
Ye Wangchuan was puzzled.
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e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
