Invincible Soul Emperor

Chapter 838: Chapter 838: Knows How to Enjoy Life

He turned to Xue Zhao, his tone full of mockery: ”That useless Xue Wei dares to claim he’s from the Xue Family? He’s nothing but an ambitious scoundrel who can’t even wield his own family’s power. All he does is play tricks and schemes, he’ll never make it. He dreams of being the Saint Heir, but that’s just a fantasy!”

Wu Chang sneered and continued: ”That fool, he really thought he could control everything. And what happened? He’s just a pawn being used by others. He thought he could use my power to eliminate others, but alas, he underestimated my wisdom.”

”That incompetent guy thinks he can overturn the heavens? What a colossal joke! His petty tricks mean nothing to me at all. Do you think I help him because I’m afraid of him? No, I’m just using him.”

Wu Chang’s laughter echoed in the air, filled with disdain and smugness. However, a moment later, he suddenly realized he had misspoken, and the pride on his face vanished instantly, replaced by intense anger.

Ye Qingchen stared coldly at Wu Chang, a sly glint in his eyes: ”Wu Chang, it seems you’re indeed working for Xue Wei. Thank you for the information.”

Wu Chang realized he’d fallen into Ye Qingchen’s trap, his face changed suddenly, a flicker of madness and fury appearing in his eyes.

Embarrassed and enraged, his voice was full of anger and killing intent: ”Ye Qingchen, how dare you toy with me!”

Demonic Qi surged abruptly in his hands, forming black blades that frantically attacked Ye Qingchen.

Wu Chang’s fury was completely ignited, his eyes filled with murderous intent and rage.

”You think you can elicit my words and escape unscathed? Ye Qingchen, today I will make you pay a heavy price!” Wu Chang roared, his offensive becoming more intense, each burst of Demonic Qi carrying lethal power.

Ye Qingchen quickly swung his sword to counterattack, the Sword Qi clashing fiercely with the Demonic Qi in the air, creating deafening sounds.

He knew Wu Chang was utterly enraged, his attacks growing more violent, but he remained calm, searching for an opportunity to strike back.

Wu Chang’s face was hideous, his eyes full of madness and anger: ”Ye Qingchen, today you are doomed! I will make you understand the consequences of mocking me!”

He continuously channeled the Demonic Qi within him, the entire expanse shrouded in black Qi, as if it intended to swallow Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao whole.

Jiang Ancient Clan.

The grand hall of Jiang Qi, towering and majestic, exuding grandeur.

At the entrance of the hall, two ten-zhang-tall stone lions stood lifelike, almost ready to come alive at any moment to guard this sacred territory.

The stone steps leading to the hall were inlaid with countless gemstones, each shining brightly as if narrating the glorious history of the Ancient Clan.

Walking into the hall, one is greeted by massive golden pillars, each carved with exquisite dragon and phoenix patterns, dragons soaring, and phoenixes dancing gracefully.

Suspended between the pillars were colored glaze lamps, casting a soft light and making the entire hall appear dreamlike. The walls of the hall were inlaid with various precious jades and gemstones, emitting a rainbow of lights.

In the center of the hall lay an enormous purple-gold carpet, embroidered with complex patterns, showcasing unparalleled delicacy and luxury. At the end of the carpet was a Dragon Chair, crafted from pure gold and encrusted with countless gemstones, exuding majesty.

Above the Dragon Chair hung a gigantic landscape painting, depicting ethereal immortal mountains and misty clouds, as if placing one within the Immortal Realm.

Jiang Qi was currently lazily reclining on a Noble Consort’s Couch beside the Dragon Chair, appearing very relaxed.

He wore a magnificent brocade robe, his complexion rosy, eyes slightly closed, indicating absolute enjoyment.

Beside him, two beautiful maids were gently massaging him.

One maid, with an elegant figure dressed in a light gossamer Luo skirt, gently pressed Jiang Qi’s shoulders with skillful and forceful movements.

Her fingers danced dexterously over Jiang Qi’s shoulders and neck, each press bringing immense comfort to Jiang Qi, who showed a satisfied expression.

The other maid knelt at Jiang Qi’s feet, gently kneading his feet. Her slender fingers moved tenderly, each knead perfectly executed.

As if with a magical power, it relaxed Jiang Qi’s entire body.

The movements of the two maids were in perfect harmony, as if they had undergone countless rehearsals.

Tranquil smiles adorned their faces, their actions skillful and graceful, each detail appearing so natural.

And their fingers moved over Jiang Qi’s body like a gentle breeze, bringing waves of comfort.

Jiang Qi sighed softly, indulging in this rare moment of leisure.

He slightly opened his eyes, glancing at the luxurious decorations around him, feeling satisfied and smug.

In this opulent hall, he was the king, enjoying the utmost treatment.

The air within the hall was filled with a faint fragrance, the scent from the top-quality sandalwood burning, soothing and tranquilizing the mind.

On the table by the incense burner were all kinds of exquisite delicacies, the fruit platter filled with fresh fruits, each glistening and translucent.

Outside the hall.

Ah San stood outside the hall following Xue Wei.

Looking up, he saw the hall towering into the clouds, solemn and dignified. Ah San’s eyes involuntarily showed a hint of surprise and awe, despite having heard of the Jiang Ancient Clan’s Holy Son’s indulgence.

But witnessing this hall firsthand still left him deeply shocked.

At the hall entrance, the two towering stone lions seemed full of spirit, watching every passerby with majesty and sanctity.

The gemstones inlaid on the stone steps shimmered dazzlingly under the sunlight, as if showcasing the Ancient Clan’s endless wealth and glory.

Ah San ascended the stone steps step by step, the disdain in his heart growing deeper.

This Saint Heir, obsessed with indulgence, couldn’t compare to his own master.

”Master, this Jiang Clan’s Holy Son sure knows how to enjoy life,” Ah San couldn’t help but whisper.

He turned to look at Xue Wei beside him and found no expression on Xue Wei’s face.

Inside the hall.

Just as Jiang Qi was leisurely enjoying the massage from two maids.

A guard rushed in, face grave, gasping as he knelt and reported: ”Holy Son, Xue Wei from the Xue Family is outside requesting an audience.”

Jiang Qi slightly opened his eyes, a trace of displeasure showing in his gaze.

He lazily raised a hand, indicating for the guard not to disturb his peace. The maid’s fingers still moved gently over him, bringing him immense comfort.

He let out a lazy hum, as if expressing his dissatisfaction with such a sudden interruption.

Jiang Qi slowly raised his head, a faint smile on his lips, an air of casual indifference in his gaze.

”Xue Wei? What’s he here for?” Jiang Qi’s voice was low and languid, his eyes slowly turning to the guard, as if pondering something.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, his tone indifferent: ”Let them in then.”