With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 917 - 635: Luxury, Enlightenment, and Madness! (6k)

Chapter 917: Chapter 635: Luxury, Enlightenment, and Madness! (6k)

Under the long-distance headlights of the car, the old-style eaves and tiles were connected, and the freshly painted vermilion lacquer gleamed brightly in the moonlight.

The group from the restaurant moved into the mansion, led by the steward, heading to the kitchen work area.

...

The banquet hall of the Yang residence.

Hundreds of crystal lamps hung down from the ceiling, encircling the square hall like a small palace.

Swathes of orange light, filled with warmth, spilled down, making Yang Zhaoxing’s old face glow rosily even before he took a sip of wine.

Yang Zhaoxing raised his wine cup, introducing the important figures of the Yang Family attending today to the young people beside him, one by one.

Given the large number, the young generation of the same age as Yang Yuelian was roughly skipped, but each of them raised their own cup, bowing their heads to the young man seated beside the Patriarch, with a hint of flattery in their eyes.

The scene at noon was too shocking.

Even those who hadn’t been there heard exaggerated versions from firsthand witnesses.

Meng Chuan demonstrated his power, even the Patriarch was running around like a scared rat!

"..."

Seeing the attitude of the Yang family members, Meng Chuan wasn’t someone who didn’t give face.

He lifted his cup, smiling as he responded to each one.

Sitting down to observe for a moment, Meng Chuan also understood the kind of predicament the Yang Family was currently facing.

Indeed, there was a gap between the older and younger generations.

The only one who could stand out was Yang Yuelian.

The rest were all at martial artist level, not a single martial arts family member was present.

Aside from Yang Yuelian, the most talented Yang Family disciple was merely at an ordinary student level at the Special Martial Arts University.

Entering the martial arts family at over twenty, becoming a prominent figure at thirty-five, and reaching master level at fifty would be a fortunate thing.

Given the current situation, becoming a grandmaster seemed impossible in this lifetime.

Beside him, in the midst of excitement, Yang Zhaoxing’s eyelids appeared particularly heavy, perhaps due to the bright lighting.

Looking at the Yang family men, none could shoulder the heavy responsibilities he carried.

Yang Zhaoxing was anxious in his heart: 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"I need to urge my sons to have more children!"

Seeking Meng Chuan’s future protection was just one path for the Yang family’s continuation.

To elevate the Yang Family further, nothing else would suffice; only self-improvement would work.

Retracting his thoughts, the orange light reflected on his face, making it even more rosy.

Yang Zhaoxing raised the wine cup with both hands, slightly bent over and made a gesture of "please":

"Master Meng, this morning’s incident was a failure on the Yang family’s part. If that Huo family kid comes back to trouble you, my Yang family will handle it collectively. I hope you won’t mind. Everything else is in the wine, cheers from the old man!"

Meng Chuan quickly stood up to make a stopping gesture, smiling:

"You are too polite, see this table of good wine and food, even if there was a fire, I’d have nowhere to vent it, right?"

Would Huo Zhan dare to trouble him?

Impossible, unless he wanted to die.

As for the Huo family backing him, they certainly wouldn’t stand up for Huo Zhan.

After this battle, the conflict between him and Huo Zhan was at most an issue between the younger generation.

If the family behind him dared to intervene, the nature of the matter would change.

Behind Meng Chuan stood the Northern United University and even the entire Great Chu.

As a venerable family, the Huo family knew far more than most people, knowing how many people’s expectations rested on Meng Chuan.

If any force or family dared to touch him, an invisible blade from above would cut off that daring hand...

Yang Zhaoxing saw Meng Chuan had no trace of blame, and felt much relieved instantly.

He filled his glass again, and the slightly yellow wine swirled in the cup:

"Hahaha, good! Everyone, raise your glasses! Yang Ritian, Yang Chen... and Yuelian, all lift your cups, toast Brother Meng, and learn well from him, study martial arts well!"

With a sound of clatter, not just the Young generation named by Yang Zhaoxing, but everyone present stood up, cups in hand, gesturing towards Meng Chuan.

"You’re too kind, let’s all join in."

After Meng Chuan greeted them, he lifted the small wine vessel in front of him and drank directly from it, the crowd praising him for good drinking capacity.

After the meal, he would discuss weapon casting with Grandmaster Yang, so he had to give enough face.

Meng Chuan swallowed the wine, his expression unchanged.

After lowering the wine cup, he saw no one was yet eating, realizing they were waiting for him.

He picked up the white jade ivory chopsticks, grabbing at the nearest dish, a rainbow-colored carp with its head facing him.

What kind of fish was this? He’d never encountered it before.

The taste was smooth, fragrant, tender, and moist, leaving a lingering aroma.

"These dragon carp whiskers are really good stuff, have more of this, nephew,"

Yang Zhaoxing picked up a large serving of the golden crispy fried fish whiskers for "nephew," and Meng Chuan couldn’t refuse, thanking him and taking a bite.

In mouth, the fried fish whiskers were still as tough as monkey elastic bands.

But no matter how elastic, they couldn’t resist Meng Chuan’s sharp teeth, quickly chewed and swallowed.

Instantly, the warmth spread in his lower abdomen, relaxing his pulse membrane.

Meng Chuan’s eyes brightened, reaching for more fish whiskers.

Such good stuff!

Yang Zhaoxing, seeing his satisfaction, smiled slightly and turned to call everyone to start eating.

More than sixty dishes were served in rotation, including delicacies from heaven, earth, and the Demon Nest, an assortment that opened Meng Chuan’s eyes and satisfied his appetite.

After all, being a guest in someone else’s house, Meng Chuan remained relatively reserved, while next to him, Yang Yuelian was truly enjoying herself.

With amber robe sleeves rolled up to her elbows on both sides, the collar beneath her neck loosened two buttons, affecting swallowing...

Holding a ladle in her right hand, spooning the soup, and her left hand gripping a basin-sized blue crab claw, sauce hung from her mouth, her eyebrows curved in delight.

Honestly, many ingredients from this feast, even she, favored as the most by the Yang family, had never tasted.

The kitchen staff claimed that tonight’s banquet ingredients cost several tens of millions.