"Yes."
The middle-aged man in luxurious attire was about to leave.
Su Yi glanced at the young maidservants in the hall and said, "You may also leave. I have something to discuss with my fellow disciples later."
The middle-aged man waved his hand and hurriedly left with the maidservants.
"You can all observe from the sidelines, leave the rest to me."
Su Yi glanced at Huang Qianjun, Feng Xiaofeng, and the others, softly instructing them.
Soon, Chen Jinlong and his group entered one by one.
The middle-aged man in luxurious attire silently closed the door.
"Su Yi, it's really you!"
When Chen Jinlong saw Su Yi sitting at the head seat, his eyes widened, and the last trace of hope in his heart was completely shattered. His face stiffened.
The others also had expressions of disbelief.
"Feng Xiaofeng!"
Yan Yunqiao's face turned dark, filled with suspicion.
No one had expected that what Yan Chengrong had said would actually be true!
It was too unbelievable.
The pair of wastrels they had looked down upon and scorned were now arrogantly seated in a place where they didn't even have the qualifications to enter!
The contrast was too great. Who could accept it all at once?
Yu Qian's body stiffened, her sweet and lovely face filled with astonishment. She instinctively asked, "Senior Brother Xiaofeng, which important person brought you here?"
A touch of bitterness and resentment appeared between Feng Xiaofeng's eyebrows as he coldly said, "I am no longer your senior brother. Why should I answer you?"
Yu Qian's expression froze, and she sighed lightly without saying a word.
Her words also reminded Chen Jinlong and the others.
They swept their gazes around and realized that there was no "important person" among those present!
"Junior Brother Su Yi, I didn't expect you to be able to sit here and feast."
Chen Jinlong steadied his mind, sighed, and then smiled, "It's been over a year since we last met. If Yan Chengrong hadn't said that you were here, I wouldn't have believed it."
Yan Chengrong coughed dryly and said, "Senior Brother Su Yi, aren't you going to invite us to sit down? This is not how you treat guests."
Huang Qianjun sneered and said, "Kid, do you want me to remind you of the things you said at the entrance of Fengyuan Restaurant?"
Yan Chengrong was momentarily speechless.
Chen Jinlong felt annoyed in his heart but smiled and said, "It must be a misunderstanding. Let's not talk about that. We only came here to meet Su Yi and Feng Xiaofeng. We didn't plan to stay long."
Su Yi had been sitting there the whole time, casually playing with an ivory jade cup. His demeanor was relaxed, his eyes indifferent, and he hadn't said a word.
However, this calmness with a hint of arrogance made Chen Jinlong and the others furious in their hearts.
Regardless, it was they who had come to visit voluntarily, yet Su Yi sat there without even the slightest acknowledgment. He was not giving them any face!
If it weren't for the strange and abnormal events of tonight, they would have exploded in anger long ago.
Chen Jinlong forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and forced a smile, "Since Junior Brother Su Yi doesn't welcome us, we will take our leave."
He deeply regretted it in his heart. If he had known, he would have listened to Li Moyun and not impulsively come here.
He turned around and was about to leave with Chen Jinlong and the others.
Su Yi calmly spoke, "Come if you want, leave if you want. What do you take this place for?"
Chen Jinlong abruptly turned around, his gaze sharp as lightning, and asked in a gloomy tone, "Su Yi, what do you mean by this?"
The others, already dissatisfied, also turned around and halted their steps, their expressions unfriendly.
"Su Yi, what Yan Chengrong said is true. You have lost your cultivation. So what if you can sit on this ninth floor? You're no longer a warrior!"
A charming woman sneered coldly, "Besides, we're not here to cause trouble. This is still Fengyuan Pavilion, a place where even those important figures dare not stir up trouble!"
Her words brought a sense of relief to Chen Jinlong and the others when they realized there were no important figures present at the banquet.
At this moment, when reminded by the charming woman, they understood that they were ultimately facing a waste, and their attitudes subtly changed. Though they didn't dare to act recklessly, they were confident, as if they had regained some superiority.
Are these wastrels comparable to warriors?
Nian Yunqiao also sneered, his gaze unabashedly sizing up Feng Xiaofeng, as he said sarcastically, "Everyone, take a look. If our junior brother Feng here has truly turned fortunate, embracing a patron, why would his clothes be so shabby and impoverished? Take a look at that broken wheelchair, covered in mud. Does that resemble the appearance of a successful person?"
He couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The others were initially taken aback, their gazes becoming strange.
Indeed, if Su Yi and the others had become successful, how could Feng Xiaofeng still appear so destitute, no different from a beggar on the street?
Moreover, it wasn't just Feng Xiaofeng. The young man beside him was emaciated, with a frantic and uneasy expression, clearly someone from the lowest rung of society.
This discovery dispelled much of the doubt in Chen Jinlong and the others' hearts, and their gazes now carried a sense of mockery, satisfaction, and excitement.
"You think we were almost fooled by these two wastes just now?"
Someone said angrily.
Yan Chengrong maliciously added, "No, it's true that they are wastes. It's true that this is the ninth floor of Fengyuan Pavilion. But the question of how they ended up here is quite intriguing."
Chen Jinlong went straight to the point, "Su Yi, do you want to give us an explanation?"
A cold smile curved his lips, and his eyes were filled with disdain. He felt spirited, no longer plagued by doubt, annoyance, or fear.
Su Yi remained calm, finishing the wine in the sheep fat jade cup, then stood up from his seat and walked towards Chen Jinlong.
His eyes were deep and indifferent, without any ripples.
But when Chen Jinlong saw Su Yi approaching, he was initially puzzled about what Su Yi intended to do.
However, when he touched Su Yi's emotionless gaze, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and goosebumps rose all over his body.
In that instant, he sensed a deadly danger looming over him. Almost instinctively, he drew his sword and pointed it at Su Yi, speaking sternly, "Stop!"
Before the words could even fall, Su Yi lightly tapped his right index finger on the sword blade that was within reach.
Crack!
The indestructible iron-like sword shattered inch by inch, and fragments scattered in all directions.
At the same time, Chen Jinlong's wrist, gripping the sword hilt, cracked under the force of Su Yi's finger, breaking his bones!
"You..."
Chen Jinlong screamed in pain and was about to dodge, but Su Yi's right hand lightly rested on his shoulder.
Bang!
As if crushed under an immense weight, Chen Jinlong's knees gave way, and he knelt on the floor covered in a red carpet, producing a muffled thud.
Shattered sword!
Broken wrist!
Forced to kneel!
All of this happened and concluded in the blink of an eye.
The hall fell into a deathly silence.
Nian Yunqiao, Yan Chengrong, and the others were all shocked, stunned in place.
Chen Jinlong was an inner disciple of the Qinghe Sword Sect, the strongest among them, with a cultivation at the pinnacle of the Blood Moving Realm and only a step away from entering the Qi Gathering Realm.
But now, he was suppressed by Su Yi's casual display of power, as if he were nothing more than paper!
Who wouldn't be astonished by this?
Feng Xiaofeng couldn't help but inhale sharply; it was only today that he learned about Su Yi's restored cultivation. But he never expected that even Chen Jinlong, one of the most outstanding inner disciples, would appear so weak before him.
Feng Xiaoran widened her clear and shimmering eyes, gazing at Su Yi's tall and ethereal figure, her face filled with admiration and infatuation.
Only Huang Qianjun sneered coldly. As a dandy, he naturally understood dandies the best. In his eyes, the conduct of these clan offspring was inferior even to his own in the past.
Seeing Chen Jinlong struggling to get up, Su Yi glanced at him indifferently and said, "If you dare to get up, I'll kill you."
With these light words, a chilling intent seemed to be hidden within, causing Chen Jinlong's entire body to stiffen, and a cold shiver ran down his spine.
"Su Yi, this is Fengyuan Pavilion. How dare you cause trouble here? Aren't you afraid of death?"
Yan Chengrong shouted, and the others' faces turned pale.
At this point, who wouldn't understand that Su Yi, whom they regarded as a waste, had long since restored his cultivation and become incredibly terrifying?
This fact struck them like a heavy blow, making it difficult for them to accept for a while.
Smack!
Even before Yan Chengrong could react, he was slapped hard in the face, causing him to spin three times in place before stumbling and sitting on the ground. His left cheek was sunken and swollen, with blood gushing from his nose and mouth, emitting a miserable scream resembling that of a slaughtered pig.
As he was about to speak, the edge of a sword was already pressed against his throat. Looking up, Yan Chengrong saw Su Yi gripping the long sword, his eyes indifferent as he said, "If you're not afraid to die, try screaming."
Yan Chengrong trembled all over, his mouth tightly shut.
"Go, call for help!"
Nian Yunqiao shouted, lifting his foot to escape.
"Did I say you could leave?"
In Su Yi's indifferent voice, the Dustblade Sword in his hand hummed and pierced out in an instant.
Plop! Plop!
Nian Yunqiao felt excruciating pain in his knees and knelt to the ground, his kneecap and flesh shaved off, blood pouring out.
"Ah--!"
Standing next to Nian Yunqiao, Yu Qian paled in shock, screaming out. She stood there, not daring to move.
Seeing this, the others dared not move either, their faces pale with fear.
"Su Yi, we have no grievances with you, why treat us like this?"
A trembling voice came from a charming woman.
She had previously sneered and ridiculed, saying that this was Fengyuan Pavilion, and even if Su Yi clung to someone's leg, he wouldn't dare cause trouble here.
But now, she was terrified to the point of her heart and liver trembling, her eyes filled with panic.
"No grievances?"
Su Yi said calmly, "Do collaborators with tigers not have to pay a price?"
He lifted the Dustblade Sword in his hand, and the back of the sword acted like an iron whip, fiercely lashing the woman's face.
Bang!
The woman's cheekbone shattered, teeth flew out, and with a painful scream, she crashed not far away, her face covered in blood, unable to get up due to the pain.
Not far away, Huang Qianjun couldn't help but inhale sharply. Su Ge (brother Su) was ruthless enough! He showed no mercy even towards a beautiful woman!
"Su Yi, what do you want?"
Chen Jinlong, who was kneeling on the ground, roared with anger and resentment all over his face.
Looking at Yan Chengrong, Nian Yunqiao, and others, they were filled with intense hatred and fury.
The grand Shanhe Hall was now filled with a bloody atmosphere, suffocating to the point where it was hard to breathe.
All eyes were focused on Su Yi alone.
The young man in the cyan robe stood there, holding a sword.
Indifferent, like a god.