CHAPTER 449: CHAPTER 183: IMPERIAL MUSIC BUREAU BATTLE ROYALE! HELL-LEVEL CHAOTIC SCENE!

He ended up being severely injured by a martial cultivator!

Such a feat has truly brought glory to martial cultivators everywhere. As a martial arts sect, Kuixing Sect naturally shares in the honor!

"Is that Chen Mo?"

Mu Yueyao’s eyes shimmered with an unusual light, her cheeks tinged with a flush of excitement.

Xu Man stared dreamily at that figure, murmuring, "I thought he would be like his fellow disciples, a rough and burly man, but I didn’t expect him to be so handsome? What kind of life have I been living before..."

"..."

Seeing the infatuated look on their faces, Qin Yi and Li Hui exchanged a helpless glance.

Damn, comparing oneself to others can really drive you mad...

...

The Cloudwater Hall.

The main hall was packed to the rafters.

Yu’er, dressed in a light green robe, gently strummed the zither strings, and the melodious sound of the silk and bamboo enchanted everyone.

A dozen dancing girls in scarlet robes danced in time with the music, moving gracefully with lotus steps, extending jade-like arms, every gesture exuding a myriad of charms.

Everyone present were sect disciples, who usually did nothing but cultivate or train. When had they ever experienced such a scene?

Every one of them was flushed with excitement, their breathing somewhat rapid.

"This is the Imperial Music Bureau? Truly a place of indulgence and decadence."

"Any one of these dancing girls could compete with the oiran in our town!"

"That girl’s piano skill is remarkable, truly a divine melody, naturally harmonious!"

"Don’t you all know Miss Yu’er? She’s the top oiran of the Imperial Music Bureau, known as ’Qin Fairy’, and she rarely appears."

"I heard only Mr. Chen in all of Tiandu City can exclusively book The Cloudwater Hall."

"..."

Chen Mo sat upright, eyes focused in a meditative state, like an old monk in contemplation.

Ling Ningzhi and Shen Zhixia sat on either side of him, their pretty faces expressionless.

They naturally recognized Miss Yu’er, as she had been to Chen Mansion before and dined with them. They didn’t expect her to be the oiran of the Imperial Music Bureau.

"Brother, do you often come to such places?" Shen Zhixia asked softly.

Chen Mo shook his head and said, "Don’t listen to their nonsense. I’ve always kept to myself and rarely come to such places."

Shen Zhixia tilted her head and said, "Then why do all the girls here know you, and even clear the place for you?"

Chen Mo stroked his chin and said, "Maybe it’s because I look good."

"..."

"Brother Qin, I toast to you." At this moment, Qin Yi raised his cup and said, "Last time at Cangyun Mountain, you left in such a hurry that I didn’t get to formally thank you."

The two had some acquaintance, but not deeply so.

This time, Chen Mo gave him enough face, allowing him to have a grandstanding moment in front of the sect disciples, which naturally touched him.

Chen Mo stood up and clinked glasses with him, smiling, "Brother Qin, it’s too much to say this."

"I’ll drink it all."

Qin Yi tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

Chen Mo also followed suit and drank a cup.

Just as Qin Yi sat down, Liu Qiansong came over with a cup of wine, "Mr. Chen, I have long admired you..."

Immediately after, others came one after another to toast Chen Mo, forming a long line at the table.

As sect disciples, most of them looked down on the lackeys of the court, but Chen Mo was different; he relied not on background, but true strength!

Moreover, he had slain two Heavenly Demons, worthy of the word "hero"!

Chen Mo naturally did not refuse anyone who came.

Even if they were just acquaintances to nod to, who would mind having more friends?

As the True Yuan circulated, the alcohol dissipated quickly, almost like drinking water, though so many cups were indeed a bit of a stretch...

After finally finishing a round of drinks, just as Chen Mo was about to sit down, Zi Lianji came over, picked up a wine pot, poured himself a cup, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Chen, I also toast to you."

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow.

Who would have thought Zi Lianji would come over and lower himself to toast him.

"Alright."

Chen Mo did not want to embarrass him, so they clinked glasses and drank it all.

Zi Lianji put down his cup, saying solemnly, "Last time in the secret realm, I was outmatched and admit defeat. As the saying goes, failure leads to success, and I have made progress during this time. If there’s an opportunity, I hope Mr. Chen will not hesitate to teach me."

These words made the atmosphere suddenly quiet.

In the Cangyun Mountain Secret Realm, Zi Lianji was severely injured, nearly harming his foundation.

Some speculated it was Chen Mo’s doing, but there was no concrete evidence, until now that he’s admitted it!

"So, Chief Zi, Fairy Qingxuan, and Monk Shi Yun, all fell to Chen Mo?"

"One man defeated the Three Saint Sect, topping the Cloud Top Ranking?"

"The prestige of that..."

Everyone felt a chill on their scalp.

Chen Mo scrutinized Zi Lianji.

Though he had a bad impression of this pretentious guy, he had to admit that his progress was substantial.

The sharpness had been reined in, with the blade hidden in its sheath; if he used to be like a whistling mountain wind, now he was like a cold moon hidden behind clouds at night.

Only by facing one’s own weakness can one become stronger; Zi Lianji had evidently achieved this.

"Don’t worry, I will give you this opportunity," Chen Mo nodded.

"Thank you."

Zi Lianji cupped his hands, then turned to Ling Ningzhi, "Qingxuan, can you step outside for a moment? I’d like to have a word with you."

Ling Ningzhi slightly lowered her eyelids, calmly saying, "I do not wish to listen."

Zi Lianji: "..."

After a moment of silence and without further entanglement, he turned and went back to his seat.

Watching his lonely back, Chen Mo shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, "Daoist, aren’t you too cold? I guess this pretentious... ahem, Chief Zi’s heart is truly broken."