Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 620: Chapter 620: City Lord’s Night Feast, No Regrets Though Dead (2nd Update)

Chen Zhong had left, and he still hadn’t returned by the afternoon of the next day.

Inside the inn, two young nobles started to become somewhat anxious.

“Your Highness, why hasn’t Uncle Zhong come back yet? Has there been any change in the situation?”

The young noble who spoke was visibly eager and also happened to be the youngest of the three.

Because of inherent divine power, he had been specially chosen for this task.

Hua You’an shook his head, “Don’t worry, if Uncle Zhong said he can do it, then he definitely can. Let’s just wait a little longer.”

...The slightly older youth then said, “Song Ah, Your Highness is right. Uncle Zhong has been operating alone in Luofu City for decades; he must have his extraordinary methods. Don’t be too anxious.”

Song Ah pouted, “Jia Ning, don’t lecture me, who was it that was so anxious they couldn’t even eat their meal just now?”

Jia Ning gave an embarrassed smile before retorting, “Do you think everyone is like you, eating non-stop like a bottomless pit?”

Due to Song Ah’s inherent divine power, his appetite was also astonishingly huge.

“That’s still better than you. Not convinced? Let’s step outside and wrestle to settle this.”

“Why don’t you suggest a comparison of archery with me?”

Archery was what Jia Ning excelled in, his skill could be described as extraordinary and sublime, even restraining some cultivators, and for this, he had been selected.

“Am I a fool to compete in archery with you?”

“Am I a fool to wrestle with you?”

The two began to bicker with each other.

Hua You’an watched them with a smile.

Since they were all young nobles of similar ages and had spent some time together, they had long become good friends.

Moreover, Hua You’an knew that their bickering was also a way to ease the tense atmosphere.

In fact, wasn’t Hua You’an doing the same?

Even though she had just spoken about trusting Uncle Zhong.

But she was well aware that the world of cultivators was extremely cruel.

If you are powerful, then anything you do is deemed right.

But if you are weak, then even breathing can be considered wrong.

And the difficulty of obtaining an invitation to the banquet with the strength of the Hua Clan could only be imagined.

As the three of them anxiously waited in the inn.

In a side room of the Luofu City Lord’s Mansion.

Chen Zhong was nodding and bowing as he spoke to a fat-earred steward.

“Steward Geng, please do me a favor and get an invitation for the Hua Clan. This is just a small token of appreciation, please don’t take it as anything more than a gesture. Use it to buy yourself some tea!”

With that, Chen Zhong handed over a few banknotes.

The steward Geng glanced at the crumpled banknotes in Chen Zhong’s hand, snorted coldly, and then spoke in a mocking tone.

“Chen Zhong ah, it’s been over a decade since I’ve known you, I always thought you were nothing but a sycophantic old dog, good only for flattering and fawning. Who would have thought you’d dare to stand up for the Hua Clan? What? You feel ashamed that your own clan didn’t get an invitation and you’ve lost face?”

Chen Zhong did not dare to respond; he just kept smiling obsequiously.

Geng Jin sneered, “Don’t play dumb with me. I’m puzzled. What exactly is your Hua Clan aiming for? At the last assembly of a thousand clans, the representative you sent couldn’t even enter the Heavenly Dao origin and was played to death at the banquet. And now, you’ve sent someone again? And you even want to attend the banquet?”

“Let me tell you, the City Lord deliberately didn’t send you an invitation because he thinks your Hua Clan is too weak and, at the same time, to protect you. So you’d better go back!”

After saying this, the great steward of the City Lord’s Mansion, Geng Jin, picked up his teacup, clearly trying to send Chen Zhong away.

Chen Zhong didn’t leave, but took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, “Steward Geng, our Hua Clan seeks nothing but to prove that we still exist in this world! If you could kindly allow us to attend the feast, our Hua Clan will never forget your kindness.”

“Never forget my kindness? Hah, what makes you think you mere mortals deserve such consideration? Let me tell you the truth; if it weren’t for the face of the few protectors you brought, I wouldn’t even bother meeting you,” Geng Jin snorted coldly, then stood up to leave.

At that moment, Chen Zhong suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud, “Steward Geng, I beg you to help!”

With that, he began to kowtow thumpingly on the ground.

Geng Jin saw this but didn’t even blink an eye, instead, he sneered with a somewhat venomous tone, “I’ve seen plenty of kowtowing, Chen Zhong. I’ve heard you’re famously good-natured. So, how about this—if you kneel down now and bark like a dog, I’ll consider figuring out a way for your Hua Clan. What do you say?”

Chen Zhong was slightly startled, looking at Geng Jin.

“What? Not willing? Then I can’t help you!” said Geng Jin, stepping to leave.

“Steward, please wait!” Chen Zhong said softly, lowering his head.

Geng Jin stopped in his tracks, “What? You’ve changed your mind?”

Chen Zhong’s face was somewhat pale, yet he smiled with utmost sincerity.

“Of course, I am willing. I was just wondering how to bark like a dog!”

With that said, he started barking ‘woof woof woof’.

Watching the old man with white hair kneel on the ground barking like a dog, Geng Jin couldn’t help laughing out loud, then he patted Chen Zhong on the head.

“You’re sensible enough. Well, I’ll help you out. But let’s get one thing straight; if any of your Hua Clan die, don’t blame me!”

Chen Zhong nodded vigorously, “You can rest assured, Steward, if anyone from our Hua Clan dies, it will have absolutely nothing to do with you.”

Geng Jin chuckled heh-heh and muttered under his breath.

“I really don’t understand you Hua Clan people. Are you all mad?”

With that, he left.

When only Chen Zhong remained in the ear room, he slowly lowered his head, his eyes flashing with humiliation. But after a moment, the light faded, and he relaxed again, then got up from the City Lord’s Mansion and returned to the inn.

“Uncle Zhong, how did it go?” Song Ah asked eagerly.

Chen Zhong smiled and nodded, “When Chen Zhong takes action, all parties naturally show some respect. It’s all arranged—we can go to the banquet this evening!”

“Really! That’s great!” Song Ah said excitedly, dragging Jia Ning down to get ready.

Watching the vigorous backs of the two, Chen Zhong, who didn’t even feel sad about having barked like a dog, suddenly felt a hollow feeling in his heart.

Geng Jin’s words still echoed in his ears.

The tragic scene from the last Grand Gathering of Thousands Clans also emerged in Chen Zhong’s mind.

It was three young lads of similar age, also eagerly attending the banquet, but what was carried back was a lump of flesh blended together.

He just didn’t know if this time the outcome would be any different.

Hua You’an, with her keen wisdom, saw Chen Zhong’s expression and naturally knew what he was worried about. She couldn’t help but smile.

“Uncle Zhong, don’t be sad. The three of us were prepared for everything when we decided to come to the Grand Gathering of Thousands Clans. If…”

Hua You’an paused for a moment.

“If we really don’t return, please remember to pass a message to my father, tell him I did not shame him!”

Chen Zhong fell silent for a while.

There were no tears.

Because in this world, even tears do not belong to the weak.

Geng Jin didn’t break his word; at the hour of lantern lighting, a messenger delivered an invitation.

Already fully prepared, Hua You’an and the others took the invitation, stood up, and headed towards the City Lord’s Mansion.