The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1027: The Feast at Hongmen

Chapter 1027: Chapter 1027: The Feast at Hongmen

Ji Wanyu raised her eyebrows. She had no relationship with Ji Haotian and wondered why he had sought her out.

Ji Haotian was indeed the son of her Third Imperial Uncle, and their families were currently at loggerheads.

She had heard from Long Fei that they had clashed with Ji Haotian at a battle on Mount Hua.

This guy’s visit was certainly not to bring gifts.

Ji Wanyu asked Long Fei, "Do you guys need to step out for a bit?"

Long Fei replied calmly, "What’s there to fear? Why should we hide from him?"

"You’re right."

Ji Wanyu smiled and took everyone to the front courtyard to greet Ji Haotian.

She had no intention of inviting Ji Haotian inside and waited with her hands behind her back, her eyes coldly watching him approach.

A group of well-dressed young nobles followed behind Ji Haotian, all in brocade robes, exuding an air of noble ambition.

"My dear sister, why are you receiving your Imperial Brother out here?"

Ji Haotian tried to cozy up to Ji Wanyu with a smile, but his eyes were filled with resentment when they swept over Long Fei and Chu Feng.

With an unhappy expression, Ji Wanyu asked, "What are you doing here? Are we close?"

Ji Haotian laughed loudly, "Look at what you’re saying, sister. I can’t imagine there are two with the Ji surname! We are both of Martial Emperor’s bloodline, how much closer do we need to be?"

"Cut the nonsense. If you have business, talk. I don’t have time to chat with you."

Ji Wanyu impatiently glared at him.

Ji Haotian said begrudgingly, "Alright then, I’ll get straight to the point. Tonight, I will be hosting a treasure appraisal event at my residence, specially inviting various geniuses to participate. If sister is interested, she can also come to broaden her horizons. With some luck, she might even obtain a few treasures."

"A trap for an ambush?"

Ji Wanyu guessed in her heart, unsure of what Ji Haotian was planning.

She was about to refuse when Long Fei immediately communicated with her through spiritual power, urging her to accept Ji Haotian’s invitation.

Ji Wanyu took a deep breath, swallowed the words she was about to say, and faced Ji Haotian, "Fine, I’ll come tonight."

Ji Haotian said joyfully, "That’s my good sister! When it’s time, bring your friends along so they can feast their eyes. People from small places rarely see such grand occasions."

Ji Wanyu was now certain that this guy was targeting Long Fei and Chu Feng.

She shouted to the butler, "Send the guest out!"

"Prince, please!"

The butler immediately gestured for Ji Haotian to leave.

Ji Haotian, with a cold smile on his lips, turned and left with his entourage.

After his departure, Ji Wanyu asked Long Fei, "Why did you agree to it? It’s clear he’s set a trap for us!"

Long Fei smiled faintly, "For the weak, it’s a trap. But for the strong, it’s a feast for the slaughter. They’re just a bunch of self-important nobles; there’s no need to worry so much."

"Don’t underestimate them," Ji Wanyu warned. "With the Third Imperial Uncle’s influence sky-high, who knows how many experts are clinging to his coattails. Ji Haotian is so confident because he must believe he has the upper hand."

"I said there’s no need to worry."

Long Fei patted her shoulder and wore a confident look.

He had been planning to visit the Chang’an Academy, but now there wasn’t enough time, so he would wait for another opportunity.

At Ji Haotian’s residence, a group of young talents gathered.

Countless letters of invitation had been sent from various sects and schools, and a procession of luxurious carriages arrived.

There were talented individuals and beauties as numerous as the clouds.

Prince Ji Haotian’s banquet was set up in the garden, with tables and chairs arranged all around, while dancing girls performed in the center, adding to the excitement.

Someone near Prince Ji Haotian chuckled, "Your Highness Prince, who would dare offend you, and also have us support you in your cause?"

"Yes, isn’t this too much of an honor for him? When have the top ten Heavenly Kings of Chang’an Academy ever given someone such face?"

Looking to stir up fun, someone proposed, "Why don’t we make a bet, guess whether those rats will dare to come?"

"Let’s bet, a thousand superior-grade spirit stones. I bet they won’t dare to come, a bunch of country bumpkins, they don’t have the guts."

"Those who dare to offend His Highness Prince must be seeking death."

"I’ll take action later, it’s just a few country bumpkins, I can take them down with a single finger."

A group of young people flattered one another, their expressions were very arrogant.

They were all elite disciples of Chang’an Academy, and their cultivation levels were at the late stage of Core Formation, which already made them top talents among ordinary people.

Prince Ji Haotian sipped his wine, lightly smiling with pursed lips, without uttering a word.

He was waiting for someone. Although the people present possessed high talent, they were all born into famous, noble families, feeling innately superior.

They had reached their current cultivation level due to the accumulation of resources.

In terms of decisiveness in killing, they were still a bit green.

Shortly after, a carriage drawn by a dragon-scaled horse stopped in front of the mansion.

The steward didn’t dare to hinder it and hurriedly went to inform Prince Ji Haotian.

Prince Ji Haotian, with his royal status, actually went to greet the guest in person.

The others discussed among themselves, not knowing who the guest was that received so much attention from Ji Haotian.

After a while, a handsome but somewhat sullen young man, at the invitation of Ji Haotian, took the seat of honor and sat next to Prince Ji Haotian.

He introduced the guest to everyone, "My brothers, let me introduce you. This gentleman is my senior brother, Mu Qing, the closed-door disciple of Zhen Yunzi, the Seventh Elder of Mount Shu. He had been in retreat on Mount Shu until recently when he made a breakthrough. In this martial competition for marriage, my senior brother dominated the rest and became the most promising talent likely to come out on top. Tonight’s grand event would be incomplete without him."

Someone, not convinced, asked, "May I inquire about the friend’s cultivation level?"

The cultivation level of one’s peers is not something that can be seen through.

Either it is beyond them, and those below cannot perceive the cultivation level of those above.

Who among those present wasn’t a brilliant genius? And as high-achieving students of Chang’an Academy, they did not look favorably upon Mount Shu.

Mu Qing took a sip from his cup and coldly snorted, "My cultivation level is none of your business."

The young man abruptly stood up, indignantly declaring, "How insolent! You should inquire who I, Wang Kui, am? Under the Emperor’s feet, this is not a place for you to run wild. My father is Wang Kun, the Capital Commandant of the Nine Gates of the Inner City. How dare a country bumpkin like you be so disrespectful to me?"

The Nine Gates of the Inner City, and the Eighty-One Gates of the Outer City.

Chang’an City was vast, with just one of its walls having nine gates.

As the highest commander in charge of the inner city’s defenses, the Capital Commandant of the Nine Gates’s status was self-evident.

"Trash, nothing but a bully reliant on family prestige. What abilities do you have to yell and scream here?"

Mu Qing glanced at him and flicked his wine cup away with a gesture.

Wang Kui scoffed, "Petty trick."

He swiped his hand beneath the wine cup, forming seals within his palm, causing layers upon layers to gather up, conjuring a foggy handprint to support the wine cup.

The Palm-seal Conjuring Technique belonged to the Mount Mao Sect.

Chang’an Academy, accommodating various schools of thought, naturally also had masters skilled in the Mount Mao Technique.

A group of young people looked at Mu Qing mockingly, thinking this hillbilly must have turned foolish from his secluded cultivation in the mountains to dare underestimate their Capital City’s prominence.

Unexpectedly, Wang Kui’s Palm-seal Conjuring Technique lasted only three breaths.

There was a ’thud’, and he was forced to kneel under the weight of the wine cup, leaving imprints of his knees on the blue stone bricks.

His hands, pressed under the weight of the cup, left him prostrate, as if he were paying great homage to Mu Qing, crawling and kneeling on the ground.