Chapter 166 Mother only wants her son, not your father!
Fei Yuan took Sang Luo to the front of the banquet and sat down in an elegant seat.
Sang Luo sat beside him, staring at the spiritual fruit plate on the table in front of him and swallowing his saliva. These were all rare and precious spiritual fruits, good stuff! It would be a waste not to eat them!
The guests at the banquet all had different thoughts, but Sang Luo was the only one who was completely focused on eating.
When Fei Yuan came to his senses, he saw that she had finished a plate of fruit. Her white and tender fingers were covered with juice and quickly became sticky. He smiled and said, "I thought you could only eat during pregnancy, but I didn't expect you were such a glutton on a normal day."
Fei Yuan took out a plain white brocade handkerchief, wiped Sang Luo's hands, and placed several plates of spiritual fruits in front of her.
Just as Sang Luo stretched out his hand to grab a bunch of purple crystal fruits, the fruits slipped away and flew into the air, peeling themselves obediently.
Fei Yuan's phoenix eyes smiled, "Open your mouth."
Sang Luo blinked in surprise and was about to speak when the fruit was thrown into his mouth with a "whoosh".
"Ahem!" Sang Luo almost spit out something in his face. After swallowing hastily, he pouted and said, "Could you tell me in advance next time? I almost choked to death."
"I'll be more careful this time." Fei Yuan sent out a few more whirlwinds from his fingertips. In the blink of an eye, all the fruits were peeled, revealing the plump and juicy pink-white flesh, which was neatly placed on the plate and arranged in a row.
He also took out a pair of long white jade chopsticks, but Sang Luo was too lazy to be so particular. He picked up the fruit and put it in his mouth to chew.
The pulp contains strands of spiritual energy, which enters every part of the body and is extremely nourishing.
Fei Yuan and Sang Luo arrived relatively early, and the beast kings next to them had not arrived yet. After waiting for a while, the rest of the guests arrived one after another.
“Bang, bang!”
The ground was trampled with thunder.
A burly and tall middle-aged orc, estimated to be over two and a half meters tall, walked into the venue. Half of his hair was gray, and he looked a little old, but his back was straight. He sat opposite the two of them like a mountain, with an imposing and terrifying aura.
The waiters poured the wine respectfully.
Sang Luo asked while eating fruit, "Which Beast King is this? He has such a powerful aura."
Fei Yuan wiped her hands with a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, wiping even the gaps between her fingers until they were spotless. "The Western Beast King, Bian Ke, is a natural king beast, almost three thousand years old. His talent is average, but he relied on age to force his cultivation to the First Emperor level. He even waited for the previous Beast King to die before succeeding him."
He leaned close to her ear and chuckled softly, "This man will only live for another two or three hundred years at most. Soon, Xiao Ye and Xiao Zhen'er will replace him."
Two or three hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. Sang Luo was shocked. "I see that this Western Beast King is still very strong. He can live another thousand or eight hundred years without any problem."
"We can't judge things by appearances alone. If he can't break through again, his body will quickly age and decay in a hundred years at most."
A thin young man in red, with cyan hair and a very low-key and reserved demeanor, sat down in the private room on the left, opposite the two of them. He was accompanied only by a beast servant, and he had been drinking since he sat down.
Sang Luo was curious, "Is this also the Beast King?"
"Well, the Eastern Beast King, Lou Tian, is a pure-blooded Bifang. He's quite talented, over a thousand years old and a True Emperor. I've had some dealings with him in the past, but he's a loner by nature, so I didn't expect him to come this time."
The banquet was about to begin, and there was an empty seat to the right of the two of them, but no one came.
"This position should be prepared for the Northern Beast King, right?" Sang Luo calculated. The Central Beast King, the Eastern Beast King, and the Western Beast King had all appeared, leaving only the Northern Beast King.
"Well, the Northern Beast King is from the Qilin Clan. The distance between the north and the south spans tens of thousands of miles. He probably thought it was too much trouble and declined the invitation."
Fei Yuan introduced all the orcs that Sang Luo was interested in.
Sang Luo's interests gradually waned, and she didn't have any particular targets she liked. Either they were not strong enough, or their looks did not meet her aesthetic standards. Those who were a little bit outstanding already had partners.
Half a cup of tea later, the host finally arrived.
"We respectfully welcome the Southern Beast King to his new position!"
Tens of thousands of congratulations came like a wave of water.
Everyone in the audience stood up and toasted.
Sang Luo also stood up with Fei Yuan and toasted a glass of wine to the high seat in front of them.
She lowered her head, but she still caught a glimpse of the man in a loose robe made of curved purple brocade. His cascading black hair casually fell behind him, making him look a little lazy and unrestrained. His face was extremely cold and his purple eyes were indifferent, as if nothing could catch his eye, making everything around him pale in comparison.
His eyes seemed to glance over here lightly, but did not stay on her for a moment. I don't know whether he didn't see her or... didn't recognize her.
Sang Luo quickly ruled out the first possibility. She was right in front of the banquet, only a few dozen meters away from him. With his insight, how could he not see her?
That is, I don’t recognize him.
Or, pretend not to know him.
Sang Luo returned to his seat and drank a few glasses of wine.
Cup after cup, the wine was mellow and strong, and Sang Luo's face soon turned slightly red.
"Drinking in moderation is harmful to your health."
Fei Yuan frowned, snatched the wine cup from her hand, lowered his head, pressed his lips against the mark left by her red lips, and drank it all in one gulp.
The purple-robed man on the stage crushed the cup in his hand, spilling the wine.
The servants who were waiting nearby hurried forward to clear the table, and asked apprehensively, "Your Majesty, is this wine not to your liking? Would you like a different drink?"
"No need." He said lightly, retracting his mental strength and ignoring the sight.
The waiter replaced the wine cup with a new one.
Sang Luo did not notice the movement on the stage at that moment. After she finished eating the fruit, she had nothing to do, so she began to use her mental power to search for the little snake inside and outside the palace.
Caesar became the Beast King of the South, and the little snake must have been taken into his palace. She just searched around him with her mind, but couldn't find the little snake. It was probably resting in another palace.
Found it!
Changle Palace.
The little snake was still sleeping.
"Fei Yuan, I'm leaving for a while."
"I'll accompany you?"
"I...cough, I need to go to the bathroom. No need."
After seeing Sang Luo hurriedly leave his seat, Caesar tightened his grip on the wine glass. After an incense stick of time had passed, he stood up and toasted everyone at the banquet. "Everyone, please feel free to do as you please. I'll be leaving now."
Sang Luo searched along the winding palace road.
Suddenly, my mental strength became useless, as if I was shrouded in a fog.
She soon found herself lost.
The palace is too big.
She couldn't find the way to go, and she couldn't tell which way to go back.
A servant came over and asked, "What are you looking for, my lady?"
Sang Luo's eyes lit up and he asked for help, "Do you know where Changle Palace is?"
"Changle Palace? That's where the young prince lives." The servant was surprised. "May I ask what is the identity of this noble lady?"
"Uh, I..." Sang Luo was trying to come up with an excuse so he wouldn't be mistaken for an assassin, but unexpectedly the servant didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he extended his hand and invited, "Please follow me, my lady."
Sang Luo didn't think much about it and followed him.
But after walking for a long time, we still haven't arrived.
Sang Luo had the impression that Changle Palace wasn't that far away, right?
She turned her head and was about to ask the servant, but found that there was no one around her.
Mental power can be used again.
Sang Luo didn't pay attention to this little episode and quickly searched again with his mental power. He found that the road he was being led to was not the road to Changle Palace, but a completely different direction, and he was about to exit from the west gate of the palace.
She frowned, feeling a little uneasy, but didn't think too much about it. Perhaps the servant was new and had remembered the wrong way.
Sang Luo turned back halfway.
Before we reached the gate of Changle Palace, the little snake came looking for us.
"Mother!"
Kaisar appeared in the darkness of an alley, holding a bleeding head. It was the servant's head. It turned into a wisp of black air and dissipated...
I'm late updating today because of something else. I still need to sort out the outline for the rest of this post. I'll update again in the evening.
I still owe you three more chapters, please remember them for me!
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