Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 575 - 575 573 Invitation

575: Chapter 573: Invitation 575: Chapter 573: Invitation Nangong Sheng had never failed before, and he wasn’t about to start with a young boy.

With this thought, his figure blurred, and he quickly chased after him.

“Brother, don’t go!”

He caught up with Lin Xuan again and said with a smile, “Brother, perhaps you are not aware of our Nangong Martial Arts Arena—it is one of the top fighting arenas in Quicksand City with vast resources.

You absolutely won’t lose out by joining us!”

Nangong Sheng went on and on, extolling the various benefits of the Nangong Martial Arts Arena.

In the end, Lin Xuan felt overwhelmed by the incessant talk.

“Brother Nangong, I really am just an ordinary martial artist.

My victory just now was simply because the opponent was too foolish.”

“So please stop following me.

If you ask me to join, it will definitely be a loss for your Nangong Martial Arts Arena.

I am of average strength and would only waste your resources.”

Lin Xuan shook his head, adamantly refusing regardless of what was said.

Seeing this, Nangong Sheng knew that he had no chance this time, but he didn’t give up.

If once didn’t work, he would try twice; if twice didn’t work, he would try three times.

He believed that his sincerity would eventually move Lin Xuan.

“Since that’s the case, I won’t force Brother Lin.

However, I’m glad to have made such a friend today.

May I know where you are staying now?”

“Fuyuan Inn,” Lin Xuan replied.

Of course, that wasn’t where he was staying; it was just a name he had seen passing by on the street.

“Very well, I’ll invite Brother Lin out for a good time another day,” said Nangong Sheng as he turned to leave.

After saying goodbye to Nangong Sheng, Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and resumed roaming Quicksand City.

But it wasn’t long before he was intercepted again.

Standing ahead was a young man, tall and upright, wearing finely tailored clothes, clearly a disciple from a major family.

Moreover, the young man had an extremely arrogant demeanor, as if he held everything in contempt.

“Are you Lin Xuan?” The voice carried a hint of cold arrogance.

“Who are you?” Lin Xuan asked somberly, a trace of wariness appearing in his eyes.

“You’re lucky to have been noticed by us.

Come with me!” The young man said haughtily, brooking no refusal.

“Where to?

To see whom?”

“You don’t need to ask.

You’ll know once you get there,” the young man said sternly.

“Sorry, but I don’t know you, and I won’t go with you,” Lin Xuan shook his head, repelled by the other’s attitude.

“Think carefully; no one in Quicksand City can refuse us!”

“That may have been the case in the past, but it doesn’t mean it will be the same in the future.

No matter who you are, I have no interest,” Lin Xuan refused.

“Some arrogance is good in the young, but don’t be too self-confident!

You should know that being noticed by us is a stroke of good fortune, and I hope you do not mistake it.”

“Enough said.

‘Do not scheme if our paths do not align,'” Lin Xuan shook his head, firmly refusing.

“Fine, no one has ever refused us before, and I hope you won’t regret it!”

The young man’s expression turned icy, and there was a hint of chill in his voice.

Afterward, he huffed coldly and quickly left.

Following the departure of the arrogant youth, Lin Xuan’s face grew somber.

Judging by the tone and attitude of the other party, he was likely from another fighting arena coming to invite him.

And it was probably one of the top arenas.

Being invited by two top fighting arenas in a row would have excited anyone else, but Lin Xuan felt no joy.

It seemed that he had to be cautious in Quicksand City; even a little carelessness could inadvertently draw him into a maelstrom of conflict.

In the center of Quicksand City stood an imposing castle, different from other buildings, made entirely of Hei Mu wood.

In a city filled with desert rocks, the sudden appearance of such a grand wooden structure was indeed noticeable.

This majestic building was none other than the famous power of Quicksand City, Blackwood Castle.

At this moment, in a grand hall within Blackwood Castle, the previously arrogant youth was reporting to an elder.

Beyond that elder, there were another seven or eight martial artists.

At this moment, hearing the young man’s report, everyone’s expression darkened.

“What?

He’s not coming?”

A middle-aged man snorted coldly, “Just a little martial artist in the Spirit Communication Realm, does he really think he’s a big deal?

How dare he refuse!”

No one could refuse a request from Blackwood Castle, unless they were dead!

The arrogant young man spoke in a deep voice, “Not only did that lad refuse, but he also did so with an extremely arrogant attitude, showing no regard for Blackwood Castle.”

“I suggest we get rid of him, to set an example!”

Upon hearing this, the other martial artists also nodded in agreement.

“I will kill him!” the middle-aged man snorted.

“No,” suddenly, the elder in the great hall said sternly, we should not act rashly before clarifying the other party’s identity.

“Just let it go like this?” Those below were dissatisfied; it had always been they who rejected others, never the other way around.

Faced with this situation, they were naturally unwilling to let it slide.

“There’s an unspoken rule among the major forces: issues with the younger generation are dealt with by the younger generation.”

“This convention has continued for thousands of years, and if someone is going to break it, it shouldn’t be us.”

“So, we can’t take action, but you can.”

With that, the elder looked towards the young man below.

Hearing this, the young man’s eyes lit up, and he smiled, “Elder, rest assured, I know what to do now.”

The older generation couldn’t make a move, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t.

The opponent’s combat power was equivalent to the late stage of the Spirit Communication Realm, not too strong.

With such strength, any expert from Blackwood Castle could easily kill the other party.

“Elder, there is another matter,” said the middle-aged man next to him, “Leopard has been out for several days and has not returned yet.”

“I’m worried something has happened.”

“What’s there to worry about?

Who would dare lay a hand on someone from Blackwood Castle?” the elder snorted coldly.

“Rest assured, that boy probably ran off to play, and besides, he took quite a few guards with him.

Given his status, no one would dare to touch him; he’s very safe.”

“Alright, all of you, leave,” the elder said in a deep voice.

Instantly, everyone left, but the young man wore a cold smile, for he already had in mind how to deal with Lin Xuan.

“What are you planning to do?” Outside the great hall, the middle-aged man asked.

“Of course, leave it to the one who causes the most trouble,” the young man’s lips curled into a wicked smile.

“That might be for the best.

Even if that lad really has some backing, I don’t think she will have any problems.”

“With her brother around, I doubt anyone would dare to mess with her,” the middle-aged man nodded.

…

At the Sandstorm Tavern, on the third level.

Lin Xuan had taken a private room and ordered some food.

Then, he released the Dark Red Divine Dragon.

“I was almost suffocated to death!” the Dark Red Divine Dragon complained, “I’ll never hide again; I’d rather suffocate!”

“Do as you please,” Lin Xuan shrugged, “as long as you don’t mind being captured for alchemy, it’s fine by me.”

“You’re ruthless!

If it comes to it, I’ll just keep quiet,” the Dark Red Divine Dragon retorted.

Afterward, one man and two beasts began to ravenously consume, sweeping through the dishes on the table.

Just then, with a loud bang, the door to the private room was kicked open.

A martial artist in a black robe appeared at the doorway.

“Are you Lin Xuan?” the martial artist’s voice was ice-cold.