Chapter 1182: The Fourth Guest
Scholar Heaven Calculating politely pointed toward a seat between Feiyun and Ximen Chuixiao: “A few empty seats right here? I’ll sit down.”
“This place is huge yet you want to bother us, how impolite.” Chuixiao frowned.
Feiyun didn’t expect these two to be acquaintances and ignored their quarrel, choosing to drink instead.
“Of course not, the islands for the feast tonight are all occupied, eight geniuses per island. It’s just that this one had six empty spots, I didn’t know you two were here at all. Isn’t it fate?” The scholar waved his hand and smiled. Discover, Devour, Delight: N♡vεlB¡n.
“Looks like we’ll meet many geniuses tonight.” Feiyun said.
“Three thousand invitations were sent out but I’m not sure that many will make it.” The scholar raised three fingers.
This seemed like a high number but in reality, each world received less than twenty. Half of the letters came to the clans of Ethereal Dynasty since it had the most experts. The immemorial powers received many as well, leaving a small number to the central dynasties.
In other words, less than ten geniuses in a place like Sixth Central were eligible to enter. This was the reason why the servants were so eager to please Ximen Chuixiao.
The guests tonight included the best of the best in the human world. This was their time to please one.
“Void is strong due to these banquets and marriage alliances. I think tonight, their prettiest members will show up, looking for a groom.” Chuixiao said.
“Earning one’s favor is an honor, perhaps a tale of romance will begin in the future.” The scholar smiled.
“I didn’t expect these words to come out of a poor scholar like you.” Ximen Chuixiao gave him the side eye.
“I was talking about Brother Feng, not myself.” The scholar shook his head.
Feiyun observed him - a guest was worthy of his attention.
He had a fitting name due to his round and chubby physique resembling a large melon. His belly was as large as a water jar while his legs were as thin as chopsticks. If he were standing, one would have a hard time seeing his legs. [1]
He wore a red cloth belt with a rusty machete hanging on it. If he were standing on an ordinary street, he would be mistaken for a chubby woodcutter. If he were selling pancakes, he would be mistaken for Wu Dalang! [2]
He glanced at the trio before speaking to Feiyun: “I am Zhongyuan of Second Central, my friends call me Brother Melon. Although I do not have any valuable gift, here is a two-million-year-old papaya for you, Brother.”
“Did you say two million?” Ximen Chuixiao didn’t like this intruder.
Although he didn’t like the scholar, he recognized his talent. The three of them were about to rule this place with their handsome appearance and impeccable talent.
Alas, Zhongyuan might scare all the girls away. Thus, Chuixiao didn’t appreciate his plan being ruined.
Nonetheless, he stared at the papaya placed on the table. It was more than a meter long with a golden glow and a medicinal fragrance.
How could a papaya grow this old?
“This is nothing, I have some back in my clan that are far older, they’re just too big to be brought along.” Zhongyuan laughed.
The scholar stared at Zhongyuan for a second before something flashed in his eyes, realizing something.
Chuixiao still didn’t buy it. Nonetheless, when Zhongyuan cut it open, the growth rings could be seen. A burst of spiritual energy came from within along with a wafting aroma.
The rings required divine intent to calculate. Sure enough, it was around two million years old.
1. Zhongyuan means the central plains of China ?
2. A famous novel character murdered by his adulterous wife. Not a flattering description. ?