"Oh, Young Master Liu, you’ve arrived! Your private room is all prepared!" The shop assistant nodded and bowed, ushering Liu Lang inside.

His gaze swept over Chu Feng and the others behind him, and his face immediately took on a hint of disdain and contempt.

This was because Chu Feng and his companions’ attire was far inferior to that of Liu Lang’s. Furthermore, by following behind someone like Liu Lang, they were naturally regarded as the kind who would mooch off others.

He even thought that Chu Feng and his companions were trying to attach themselves to the Liu Family.

Because whenever Liu Lang frequented this restaurant, he would also bring a large number of guests and such.

"Young Master Liu, surely these are guests you have invited! In Crimson Fire City, everyone knows that Young Master Liu is generous and a man of great integrity. To become your guests, it is their fortune," said the shop assistant with a mouth as sweet as honey, flattering Liu Lang.

"Haha, what a smooth talker, here’s your reward!" Hearing the shop assistant taking Chu Feng and the others as his guests, Liu Lang couldn’t help but laugh out loud with joy.

This was also indirectly humiliating Chu Feng.

The group entered the private room, and Liu Lang said with a smile, "Nobody is to sit in this seat of honor; we must reserve it for that esteemed person. As for the rest, sit wherever you like." Having said that, he gestured for Zhao Min’s parents to sit down.

Then he added with a mysterious smile, "Since we’re here for a marriage proposal, naturally Zhao Min should be present! I have borrowed a flying mount from that prestigious person, sending someone to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect to escort Zhao Min back. I believe it won’t be long before she returns."

Flying mounts indeed have a significant advantage in traveling.

Especially some powerful flying mounts, they are more than ten times faster than mounts running on the ground.

Chu Feng and his companions, it took them a full six hours to fly from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect to Crimson Fire City.

This was also because they were taking care of some Sword Slaves along the way.

After all, bringing quite a few betrothal gifts, traveling was indeed very tiring.

If not for other ties, with Chu Feng’s strength, it would take at most three hours to reach Crimson Fire City.

His Demon Slaying Sword had been successfully repaired and had fully recovered its functions. Regrettably, he had yet to advance to the Sword God Cultivation, unable to wield the Demon Slaying Sword.

Otherwise, if he were to ride the Demon Slaying Sword, the speed of travel would definitely be faster.

Liu Lang knew that Pu Fazheng came to propose marriage, there should not have been much time. It’s very likely that Zhao Min’s mother went to him, hence he was informed.

It must have been then that he borrowed the flying mount and went to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect to pick up Zhao Min.

Could it really be a round trip within two hours?

Chu Feng was very surprised. What kind of mount was so formidable?

The mediator invited by Liu Lang seems to be no ordinary person. To have such a powerful flying mount, he must be a prestigious and influential figure indeed. No wonder Liu Lang is so confident.

"If worse comes to worst, just let Brother Dharma snatch the bride! Once the rice is cooked, no matter how much the girl’s parents object, it will all be in vain." Chu Feng was not as pedantic and stubborn as Pu Fazheng.

Principles are applied to major matters, adaptability to minor ones.

After all, Zhao Min and Pu Fazheng were willing partners, so even a bridal snatch would be well-intentioned.

It’s better than letting her marry a scoundrel and ruining her life.

"Master Chu is a genius of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect and has also become an Inner Sect Disciple; his position must not be low, right?" With a bunch of people sitting around the table, the waiting was somewhat dull. This time, Zhao Min’s mother wasn’t acting up.

Instead, she began to inquire about Chu Feng’s status.

She was a shrewd woman. Seeing Chu Feng nonchalantly offering ten thousand silver taels as compensation showed that he was very wealthy.

A wealthy person like that, it would naturally be beneficial to make his acquaintance.

"There are about ten thousand Inner Sect Disciples in the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, what do you think his status is?" Liu Lang interjected with an answer.

It was clear to everyone that Liu Lang’s tone was tinged with sourness.

Chu Feng once was an Outer Sect Disciple, but now he has been promoted to the Inner Sect. Five years have passed and Liu Lang is still marking time in the same spot, remaining an Outer Sect Disciple.

This naturally filled Liu Lang with intense jealousy.

"Not only does my master hold the identity of an Inner Sect Disciple, he also holds the position of a Mountain Master!" Han Dong, unhappy with the conversation, immediately interjected.

"Oh, Master Chu is truly young and promising! I hear that the status of a Mountain Master within the Ten Thousand Sword Sect is not low at all!" The interest of Zhao Min’s mother was immediately piqued, and her eyes shifted as she looked at Chu Feng, showing a trace of change.

So young and he has already become a Mountain Master of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect; his future is limitless.

Zhao Min’s parents were ordinary people. They didn’t actually understand what position a Mountain Master held; they just thought the title sounded impressive. Certainly, it had to be at least part of a leadership layer.

"Hehe, indeed the position of a Mountain Master is not low, but in our Ten Thousand Sword Sect, there are a total of 108 Medicine Mountains. And they belong to the Outer Sect system." Liu Lang once again sneered with a tinge of sarcasm.

"My master is a disciple of the Supreme Elder, and even in front of the Sect Master, he can have a say." Han Dong glared fiercely at Liu Lang, once again revealing another layer of Chu Feng’s esteemed identity.

"Isn’t that still just the status of a disciple? When he becomes the Supreme Elder one day, then I will admit he is awesome." Liu Lang said with disdain.

Some people are just that superficial.

Thinking they’re something special because of their family’s power and influence, they dismiss anything as not such a big deal.

These pampered sons of nobility don’t consider, if they lacked the support of their clan, the protection of their parents, what would they amount to? Probably less than nothing.

Liu Lang felt that even with Chu Feng’s identity as a disciple to a Supreme Elder, it was nothing impressive. But what about himself? He didn’t even have the status of a disciple to an Outer Elder.

In the Outer Sect, he may hold some clout, but that’s all bought with silver.

While everyone was casually chatting, the cry of an eagle came from outside.

"Xiao Min has arrived!"

He stood up and immediately went towards the exterior.

"Dharma Brother Pu Fazheng, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and go, unless you want Liu Lang to walk in holding Zhao Min’s hand?" Chu Feng noticed the stupid daze of Pu Fazheng when he heard Zhao Min had arrived, just sitting there motionless.

All he did was lower his head, tightly gripping his own clothes, displaying an extremely nervous yet excited demeanor.

Chu Feng gave him a push, urging him to quickly go out.

It was really making people anxious.

One can’t help but wonder how such a beautiful girl like Zhao Min ended up with such a blockhead.

Pu Fazheng rushed out of the private room.

Not long after, Zhao Min walked in. She appeared to be quite poised and at ease.

She was delighted to hear that Pu Fazheng was bringing people to her home for a marriage proposal.

"Brother Chu, you’re here too!" Upon seeing Chu Feng actually present, Zhao Min was initially startled, then she smiled and greeted Chu Feng.

She admired Chu Feng greatly.

Actually, within the Ten Thousand Sword Sect nowadays, there were many female disciples who admired Chu Feng.

At a young age, he distinguished himself from difficulties and directly leaped into the Inner Sect, not to mention becoming a disciple of the Supreme Elder. Furthermore, he had occupied the first place in the Earth Rankings for six consecutive years.

Unshaken by anyone.

Who among the female disciples wouldn’t admire such a devilishly talented and outstanding Heavenly Pride figure?

With just one word from Chu Feng, it’s estimated that there would be at least seventy to eighty thousand girls willing to marry him, if not a hundred thousand.