Behind Liu Lang, a large group of henchmen followed.

Dressed to the nines, their faces exuded an air of arrogance, as if they were superior to others who seemed beneath them.

"Young Master Liu, you’ve finally arrived!" Zhao Min’s father saw Liu Lang bringing people and immediately stood up, greeting him enthusiastically while leaving Chu Feng and his company out in the cold.

This stark difference in treatment made Chu Feng’s eyebrows twitch ever so slightly.

Yan Qing was hot-tempered, and seeing his master being insulted and neglected, he couldn’t stand it any longer.

Bang!

Yan Qing slammed his palm down onto the tea table, shattering it to pieces, which startled Zhao Min’s parents greatly.

"Oh my... My redwood tea table, a fine item passed down through generations. It’s worth at least a hundred silver taels, you paupers. Without cause, you’ve damaged my furniture; I’m going to have you arrested and brought before the authorities!"

Zhao Min’s father trembled with anger.

A face full of distress over the loss expressed itself.

An old, battered tea table, only he would consider it a treasure. To those who are truly rich, let alone a redwood tea table, even a tea table made of Golden Silk Nanmu wouldn’t be anything special.

Wood, after all, is prone to insect damage, prone to decay.

So, no matter how high its price, it’s limited. Some wealthy households’ tea tables are carved from a single block of White Jade or Green Jade.

Crafted by famous artisans, going through numerous steps, meticulously polished.

Not only smooth as a mirror, but also more beautiful and elegant than wooden tea tables, as well as more upscale.

A casual piece, worth over a hundred thousand silver taels.

The tea table that Yan Qing had just shattered, with its crude carvings, was certainly made by an ordinary carpenter and therefore even less valuable.

"How preposterous! Our master traveled thousands of miles to act as a matchmaker, yet you’ve shown nothing but coldness. What if he smashed a tea table? Today, I will smash your house into ruins."

With those words, Yan Qing began to wreck havoc.

Clash and clang resonated as the vases and ornaments in the living room were all smashed to smithereens by him.

"Merciful heroes, I beg you, stop smashing! I was wrong, I was wrong!" It was then that Zhao Min’s father finally realized Yan Qing’s formidable cultivation as a Five-star Sword God.

And he wasn’t afraid of the threat of being reported to the authorities, go ahead and report if you like.

He also understood that disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect in the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Country belonged to a privileged class and had certain privileges.

And he was just a commoner, how could he fight against Yan Qing and the others?

At the same time, they also started to believe somewhat in Chu Feng’s prestigious identity. Whoever has subordinates at the Sword God Level, how could they be a nobody?

"Now you realize your mistake? If you dare to neglect my master again, even if my master is good-natured and has high tolerance, without bothering himself with you, that doesn’t mean I’m as easy to talk to. I will tear down your house directly."

Yan Qing glared with bulging eyes, striking even more fear into Zhao Min’s parents.

They were even scared to the point of hiding behind Liu Lang and others.

"Here’s a silver note worth ten thousand taels, which should be enough to compensate for your losses!" Chu Feng, on the other hand, didn’t have the heart to bully this ordinary couple.

As detestable as their actions were, they were still Zhao Min’s parents. Offending them too harshly could make life difficult for Pu Fazheng later on, unable to raise his head high.

Yan Qing’s random smashing gave Chu Feng a great sense of satisfaction.

"How could we have the nerve to take your money!" Zhao Min’s father obviously wanted to take the silver note from Chu Feng’s hand yet couldn’t bear to lose face.

"Since Lord Chu is so kind as to compensate us with silver, just take it!" Zhao Min’s mother emerged from behind Liu Lang and grabbed the silver note. "Thank you, Lord Chu!"

The smashed furniture and other items, how could they be worth ten thousand silver taels?

With such compensation, not only could they afford a houseful of new furniture, but there would also be profit to be had.

Smiles began to spread across their faces.

Having been taught a lesson, the couple’s attitude towards Chu Feng improved quite a bit.

They no longer dared to do anything excessive to Chu Feng.

"Collect those betrothal gifts outside! This is the marriage agreement, if there are no issues, then sign and stamp it!" Chu Feng did not forget his mission.

"This..." Both husband and wife looked troubled. Obviously, they were unwilling to agree to the marriage.

But intimidated by the imposing manner of Chu Feng and his companions, they didn’t dare outright refuse.

Liu Lang had brought with him many esteemed members of his family this time, his aim being to compete with Pu Fazheng for Zhao Min.

Although he was somewhat fearful of Chu Feng’s cultivation, he harbored no such concern towards Pu Fazheng.

"Pu Fazheng, you think by having Chu Feng mediate, you can marry Zhao Min? Let me tell you, stop dreaming. Zhao Min is mine, and she will only belong to me," Liu Lang paused and then arrogantly lifted his spoiled, brattish face.

"Good, I have also invited a mediator. Why don’t we see whose mediator carries more weight and holds a higher status? The loser shall take their belongings and scram." Liu Lang said with a touch of haughty arrogance.

As he spoke, he sneered and glanced at Chu Feng a couple of times, full of provocation and disdain.

"Oh, may I know who this mediator you’ve invited is?" Chu Feng swept his gaze towards the dozen or so people behind Liu Lang but could not discern any particularly distinguished individual.

"I’ll keep it a secret for now. You’ll find out once we’re there. I have booked the top-rated A-grade, number one private room in Crimson Fire City’s most luxurious Zuixiang Building. You have come from afar, after all, guests. And judging by your shabby appearances, you’ve clearly never dined in such an upscale place."

"Today I, as the host, invite you to join us for a complimentary lunch. By then, you’ll naturally find out who I’ve invited to mediate," Liu Lang continued with pride.

"I can reveal this much, not just Chu Feng, a mere Inner Sect Disciple. Even if Si Huang, the number one Heavenly Pride of the Inner Sect, were to come, they’d have to stand aside. The status of the person I’ve invited is beyond your imagination."

"Even with the Liu Family’s power and influence, it was a fortuitous coincidence that I managed to invite this exalted and distinguished individual to mediate on my behalf," Liu Lang spoke with growing smugness, spitting as he did.

Chu Feng and the others became increasingly curious. Who on earth did Liu Lang manage to invite?

They decided to follow along and find out for themselves.

Pu Fazheng and his son seemed somewhat intimidated. Pu Li whispered, "Chu Feng, if it really won’t work, then let’s not go. To avoid embarrassing you. If Zhao Min’s family truly opposes, then it may just mean that my son and Zhao Min are not fated to be together."

The main reason was Liu Lang’s overconfidence, which made them feel anxious.

"No worries, rest assured, I will settle this match. No matter how powerful the person Liu Lang has invited, I am unafraid." Chu Feng was already someone who feared neither heaven nor earth.

"Hmph, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth! The status and power of the Liu Family are beyond the comprehension of the impoverished like you."

Zhao Min’s parents sneered, believing that the distinguished individual Liu Lang had invited must be truly astonishing.

The group made their way majestically to the Zuixiang Building.

The attendants spotted Liu Lang from a distance, and like groveling dogs, they came up to greet him with fawning smiles, as enthusiastic as grandsons greeting their grandfathers.