Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Who Can Catch His Eye

Qin Jinhao looked up, dazed, following the dark steps from the sky, step by step, the white figure descending, and for the first time, his eyes, always proud and cold, were clouded by jealousy.

Why?! Why?!

Why can a useless person who cannot cultivate, a scoundrel only known for causing trouble, receive the favor of this figure?

If, before this, someone had said that he, the dignified Prince Rui, would one day be driven mad with jealousy towards the Mu Family’s scoundrel, he would only have laughed disdainfully and had the slanderer’s tongue removed.

But now—

Qin Jinhao had to admit, he was desperate to replace Mu Qingge, he wished he was the one who caught the Holy King’s eye, and that one day, he too could become this godlike man who made the world submit, standing above all!

What man doesn’t have ambition?

His ambitions, Qin Jinhao’s, are only greater, not lesser.

As long as he seizes the opportunity before him, he could ascend to supreme power, and maybe even higher.

The fists hidden in his sleeves clenched tightly. In Qin Jinhao’s eyes, there was a gleam of determination to win. As if anyone standing in his way would be ruthlessly destroyed by him.

Is this what a peerless strongman is?

Qin Yiyao’s eyes were tightly fixed on that white figure, as if the appearance of this person opened up a new world for her.

Perhaps, she didn’t have to spend her life in the Royal Family.

Perhaps, one day, she too could be like this man who is looked up to, admiring the scenery around.

As long as— she becomes stronger!

On the ground, countless people gazed at the white figure, slowly descending.

In their hearts, there was shock, and envy. But more than anything, there was an irresistible submission.

Except for one person, Mu Qingge.

Regarding the monster gentleman’s dramatic entrance, she only commented: “Show-off!”

Retracting her gaze from the sky, Mu Qingge unintentionally looked at the tall, slender figure in goose yellow. His shoulders were broad, yet seemed fragile.

At this moment, he was also gazing up at the most powerful man on this continent.

However, his eyes, as clear as black and white with no impurities, remained calm and unruffled. As if nothing in the world could stir his emotions.

He seemed like an outsider, watching everything unfold.

Perhaps, Mu Qingge was too focused in her gaze.

This drew someone’s displeasure.

Suddenly, the surrounding pressure increased, as if a mountain pressed down upon everyone at the banquet, especially the figure in goose yellow, who received special attention.

“Ugh…” A muffled groan broke the silence.

Mu Qingge’s eyes flashed, and she saw that the sickly beauty was at that moment supporting himself on the table with one hand, covering his mouth with the other. The faint red visible through his pale fingers was particularly striking.

Frowning slightly, she raised her eyes to look at the godlike man in the sky.

In an instant, the pressure disappeared. Everyone sighed in relief, as if returning from the brink of death.

And Si Mo, as proud as ever, landed on the ground and sat on the White Jade Dragon Chair prepared by Emperor Qin for him.

The Dragon Leopard serving as his steed stepped on the carpeted ground and let out a low roar toward the sky. Instantly, eight Dragon Leopards in the sky turned into eight balls of green light, flew into its mouth, and were swallowed.

Afterwards, it lazily lay at its master’s feet, closing its eyes to nap.

Gu Ya stood like a shadow behind the Dragon Chair, immersing himself in the darkness.

This scene, as if illusion or reality. Until those dark steps all disappeared, did everyone slowly wake up from the shock.

Even Mu Qingge was no exception.

After all, the scene of the Dragon Leopard devouring its counterparts was too shocking, surpassing known limits.

’How powerful has he become? Beyond the Purple Realm?’ Mu Qingge suddenly doubted the accuracy of the information she knew.

“Cough, cough.” A suppressed cough rang out.

Si Mo’s eyes, capable of captivating the heavens and earth, slowly looked towards the source of the sound.

How could the Emperor of Qin not be a shrewd person? When he saw, from Si Mo’s gaze, the figure he detested, a flash of coldness appeared in his eyes, and he immediately ordered: “Prince Xian is unwell, quickly escort him out.”

The tone was as if discarding something useless. There was no care, nor any suggestion to summon an Imperial Physician.

The palace guards obeyed, and under Si Mo’s powerful aura, nervously carried Prince Xian, Qin Jinchen, out with haste. From start to finish, that goose yellow figure never resisted at all.

The person he detested leaving, Qin Cang secretly cast a blaming glare at the Empress.

The Empress Han hurriedly whispered an explanation: “I thought, he after all is Your Majesty’s son.”

An ominous bastard, yet worthy of being his son? If not for the sake of reputation, he would have long ended this jinx who brought disaster upon his parents.

Qin Cang thought angrily, yet dared not express it.

Because he could not let the one seated in the highest position know of his murderous intentions.

“Sit.” The same indifferent voice that brooked no disobedience rang out once more.

Everyone, as if granted amnesty, heaved a sigh of relief, bowed in thanks, and returned to their seats. For a moment, it seemed the white figure on the high platform was the true master of the place.

After sitting down, Qin Cang secretly glanced at the Empress Dowager. The latter gave a nearly imperceptible nod, and only then did his gaze retract without leaving a trace. He spoke: “Holy King, Your Majesty’s visit to my Qin Country is our greatest honor. Today, a banquet is held in the palace, firstly to cleanse Your Majesty’s journey, secondly to request Your Majesty’s grace in seeing if our young talents in Qin Country are of any use. I wonder what Your Majesty thinks?”

These words were at least spoken smartly.

Not directly saying, since you’re visiting my Qin Country, let us treat you well, and you can recruit a few Qin Country youths as disciples, establishing a kinship by marriage.

But who is Si Mo?

This tactful speech, falling on his ears, only made him curve his lips meaningfully.

That arc made everyone present instantly tense again. The elders, fearing to invoke his wrath, and the young, anxious about how to showcase themselves.

Qin Cang’s temples were already soaked with sweat, and just when he couldn’t hold on, about to apologize and retract his words, he suddenly heard a voice, like a melodious ’Good!’ descending from the sky.

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