"Nangong Ya, you truly are bold beyond belief! My eldest brother speaks to you — can you not hear?" Nangong Tianhu said coldly.
"Sigh, Brother Ya is family. Be more polite when you speak to him," Nangong Tianlong replied with a mild smile.
"Brother Tianlong, Chu Feng is my friend, and he truly saved both my life and Baihe's. I hope you won't make things difficult for him." Seeing that there was no escape, Nangong Ya quickly turned around and pleaded on Chu Feng's behalf.
"Brother Ya, what are you talking about? Chu Feng is our guest — how could I possibly make things difficult for him? I merely have one matter I'd like to ask him about." Nangong Tianlong turned to Chu Feng and said:
"Chu Feng, you should know how important appearance is to a woman. Yet you deliberately insulted my fourth sister's looks. What exactly are you trying to achieve?"
"It wasn't an insult. I was merely telling the truth," Chu Feng replied.
"Telling the truth? What makes you think my fourth sister's appearance was tampered with?" Nangong Tianlong asked.
"Simply the fact that I am a Snake-pattern Royal Gown Spirit World Master," Chu Feng answered.
"A Snake-pattern Royal Gown Spirit World Master — you?" Nangong Tianfeng let out a cold laugh. She clearly didn't believe him.
Hummm—
Chu Feng wasted no more words. With a thought, a majestic barrier erupted forth. The golden barrier energy swirled around Chu Feng, not only dazzling to behold but surging with patterns like those of a serpent.
"Hsss—"
At the sight of this, many of those present couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath. They had long heard that Chu Feng was a Snake-pattern Royal Gown Spirit World Master, but from mere hearsay they hadn't been convinced. And seeing Chu Feng today, they had been even more skeptical.
But now, Chu Feng had proven through direct action that their assumptions were wrong — his power was no mere rumor, but fact.
At the very least, Chu Feng being a Snake-pattern Royal Gown Spirit World Master was an established fact.
"Oh my, you really do have a few tricks. But can a Snake-pattern Royal Gown Spirit World Master really determine that the Fourth Princess had her appearance altered?" Just then, a young man rose from his seat and stepped forward.
He was quite young, possessing a Second-rank Half Emperor's cultivation, and was rather good-looking — the sort girls tended to favor. But between his brows lurked a hint of sinister air.
Most importantly, he wore a Spirit World Royal Gown, and upon it surged patterns just like a serpent's. Clearly, his Spirit World art was far more eye-catching than his cultivation. He, too, was a Snake-pattern Royal Gown Spirit World Master.
"Who are you, to question Chu Feng? He is the one who earned the recognition of the Immortal Refiner on Immortal Island — what right do you have to doubt him?" Nangong Baihe spoke up, for she had recognized at a glance that this man was not from the Nangong Imperial Clan.
"Nangong Baihe, you're actually right about that — this gentleman does indeed have the qualifications to question Chu Feng. What, earning the Immortal Refiner's recognition makes him special? No matter how impressive, is he anywhere near as formidable as the true disciple of the White-brow Immortal, who stands on equal footing with the Immortal Refiner?" the Fourth Princess, Nangong Tianfeng, said.
"The White-brow Immortal's true disciple?" At these words, Nangong Baihe's brow furrowed deeply, her gaze flickering with unease.
The Martial Holy Land possessed a total of Ten Immortals, and every one of them was a Dragon-pattern Royal Gown Spirit World Master — the only ten such masters in the entire Martial Holy Land to date.
The White-brow Immortal was among their number. In truth, he was indeed on equal standing with the Immortal Refiner.