Chapter 154: Chapter 154: The Ancient Martial Artists’ Banquet_1
Efficiency that swift?
Ye Fei was slightly startled, his finger tapped on the screen before he made a phone call.
The call connected promptly, rustling sounds came through, followed by General Bu’s voice.
"Mr. Ye, ah no, I should call you Master Ye now, haha."
"You’re joking. I really have to thank you for the matters regarding this villa."
Ye Fei smiled gently as he spoke softly.
"Mr. Ye, I’m not joking. I was worried there might be danger in the competition, but it seems I was overly concerned."
"Speaking of which, Master Ye, if there’s anything good about this house you should tell me. Once I’m done with my busy schedule, I might just go and buy one for myself to relax and have fun."
Ye Fei smiled but remained silent, and General Bu did not enquire further. He gave instructions for the villa’s handover procedures, reminded Ye Fei of a couple of things, and then hung up.
"Finally, some peace."
Ye Fei exhaled deeply and walked slowly into the courtyard.
"Mr. Ye!"
The guarding soldiers saluted quickly upon seeing Ye Fei arrive.
Waving his hand, Ye Fei said lightly:
"Following this, I will be cultivating. No one is allowed to disturb me, understand?"
"Of course!"
The lead man stood straight before swinging his arm, leading the others on patrol.
Ye Fei then sat cross-legged in front of the brightly shining jade, immersing himself in deep cultivation.
The Spirit Gathering Array started operating again, nature’s spiritual energy gathered and poured into him.
Spiritual energy filled Ye Fei’s body, his physique slightly expanded, and a brilliant glow shone through his pores.
After some time, the swelling subsided, and a crisp sound came from within Ye Fei’s body.
Another breakthrough, the eighth stage of the Houtian realm!
Such a cultivation speed was unprecedented and unmatched.
If Ye Fei wasn’t reborn with the knowledge of ten thousand years aiding his cultivation, who knows how long it would’ve taken to reach the eighth stage of the Houtian realm with the current scarcity of spiritual energy.
Then, Ye Fei continued to absorb nature’s spiritual energy, filling his empty spiritual veins again.
Washing his body, refining his soul.
He was preparing for the next stage.
It probably wouldn’t be long before Ye Fei could break through again.
Only when he reached the peak of the eighth stage of the Houtian realm did Ye Fei stop his cultivation.
The shackles within his body were like a layer of window paper, which he could break through at any moment he wished.
Ding-a-ling—
A clear ringtone from the mobile phone came from the house, another call.
Ye Fei pressed his forehead, finding the numerous trivial matters troublesome.
He quickly walked inside; it was a call from Luo Qiuyu.
"Mr. Ye, are you busy?"
"I was cultivating, what is it?"
"Ah..." Luo Qiuyu’s voice paused, apologetically saying:
"I’m so sorry to disturb your cultivation. This call is from Commissioner Qian, he said..."
"He mentioned there’s a buffet party tonight, and Commissioner Qian asked if you would be interested."
Ye Fei was stunned upon hearing this.
There were too many events in Canglang State, first an auction and now a buffet party.
Don’t these martial artists need to cultivate?
"Actually, this party is just a facade; mainly, it’s for the upcoming Qianyuan Grand Competition, to provide a chance for martial artists from various states to network and expand their connections."
"Another pointless gathering."
Ye Fei pressed his forehead in frustration. Didn’t these people know to focus on cultivating instead of wasting time on such useless activities?
No wonder there were so few successful people!
"Should I decline on your behalf, Mr. Ye?" Luo Qiuyu sounded a bit disappointed.
"No need," Ye Fei interrupted.
"Commissioner Qian will also be there? It’s a good opportunity to settle today’s matters."
Although Qian Hongwen was a bit presumptuous, he genuinely had spared Ye Fei unnecessary trouble.
If he had allowed Zhang Shunlong to take action, the scene would have been extremely brutal.
Escaping wouldn’t have been an issue, but it would have been difficult to attend the Qianyuan Grand Competition afterward.
"Shall I come to pick you up?"
"Sure," Ye Fei nodded and hung up the call.
...
The party was held at Hunlong Villa, a high-end clubhouse.
It was located in the suburbs, offering a much quieter environment than Yunwu Villa.
Ye Fei changed into formal clothes and took Luo Qiuyu’s car to Hunlong Villa.
Outside the villa, there were luxury cars worth tens of millions, one after another, rarely seen in Qingyun State.
"Quite a few rich folks, huh."
"Yes," Luo Qiuyu nodded. "I heard that someone from the Xiao Family has come lately. If it weren’t for making a fortune with a beauty pill recently, how could we have qualified?"
"Beauty pill?"
Ye Fei was slightly taken aback. Could it be that Su Yueru’s rival was the Xiao Family?
Unaware of Ye Fei’s reaction, Luo Qiuyu nodded and said:
"Yes, I also bought one. It uses some methods known to cultivators, the materials aren’t very expensive, but the process is complicated; I can’t learn it."
Ye Fei nodded and didn’t say anything further.
The Xiao Family must have the support of ancient martial artists behind them.
But he didn’t care in the slightest—if they really became troublesome, they could be dealt with a single slap.
The Medical Saint Venerable, who once stood at the pinnacle of the universe, was someone others feared at the mere mention of his name, why should he fear anyone?
The two of them quickly approached the entrance, ready to go in, when a shrill voice came from behind them.
"Yo! Isn’t that the Su Family’s disappointing son-in-law from Qingyun State? This place is not for you!"
