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The Dragon Lord's eyes flickered as he looked at the Black Mountain Old Demon with uncertainty. He cast a wary glance at the Black Python, aware of the Old Demon's strength, but he was also unsure about the mysterious Heishui and whether he could handle him. This left him feeling hesitant.
At that moment, Mei suddenly cleared his throat lightly, drawing everyone's attention towards him. "Dragon Lord, how about giving the old Taoist a face? If you kill a member of the human race in front of me, I would have to intervene," Mei said with a smile.
The Dragon Lord's heart sank as he remembered Mei's presence, making him even more cautious. The Gui Chancellor was nearly frightened to death; how had things escalated to the point of a potential fight?
"Dragon Lord, you can't kill anyone at the Dragon Palace Banquet! Otherwise, who would dare come to the Dragon Palace in the future? Please think it over," the Gui Chancellor quickly interjected, giving the Dragon Lord a meaningful glance.
The Dragon Lord looked at the Gui Chancellor and felt a shift in his mindset; he calmed down a bit. While he had no chance of winning if he acted now, he could wait for an opportunity to strike later. By then, there wouldn't be so many people protecting Qin Feng.
He had already realized that Qin Feng's strength was merely at the Golden Core Realm, relying entirely on that long sword formed from Sha Qi.
With a sigh, the Dragon Lord said, "Today is the Dragon Palace Banquet. I will give Mei and Black Mountain face and spare his life."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The Black Mountain Old Demon was taken aback but also withdrew his imposing aura; it was better not to fight if it could be avoided.
The subordinates of the Dragon Palace exchanged glances; they were indifferent to Qinghe Water Lord's fate. In fact, this created an opportunity for them, as many among them were eager to rise in rank.
The Gui Chancellor quickly instructed someone to remove Qinghe Water Lord's corpse from the scene. The scholars were helped up by Beng Nu; although their faces were pale, they were not completely terrified.
At this point, the Dragon Lord regained his composure and cast a deep look at Qin Feng before waving his hand. "There was just a little incident earlier; everything is fine now. Let the banquet begin."
However, the atmosphere of the banquet had undeniably changed; there was no way around it. After all, they had just narrowly avoided a major conflict.
The Dragon Lord was not in a good mood either; how dare someone kill one of his own in the Dragon Palace while he felt powerless to act? The Gui Chancellor also wanted to wrap things up quickly and hastened the proceedings. Soon enough, paper and writing utensils were distributed among the guests.
"Everyone, it is time to test your talents. The one who comes in first will not only receive a treasure but also a strand of Destiny Energy bestowed by the Dragon Lord, which will make it easier for you to ascend the Golden List," announced Gui Chancellor with a smile.
Hmm? Qin Feng was taken aback and turned to look at Nie Rong and Nie Shu. Wasn't that Long Wei?
Nie Rong chuckled and said, "Destiny Energy is just a term used by the Dragon Palace. We don't fully understand it, but it can intimidate demons, so we all refer to it as Long Wei."
Qin Feng nodded, his eyes flashing. Indeed, they couldn't see the Destiny Energy at all; Long Wei's explanation made sense.
He gazed intently at the azure Destiny Energy above the Dragon Lord's head. Surely, even a strand of it could reach yellow quality.
It seemed he would need to borrow some inspiration from his previous poems. First place was already in his grasp.
Aside from Ning Caichen and Zhu Fang, Nie Rong and the others had no intention of writing; they were merely here to broaden their horizons.
Unconsciously, they all looked towards Qin Feng's paper, curious about what kind of poem he would write.
Before long, Nie Rong stared at the poem on the page, shock etched on his face as a storm surged within him. What was he trying to do?
Nie Xiaoqian and the others felt that Qin Feng's poem was beautifully written but didn't think much beyond that.
The Black Mountain Old Demon whispered, "Brother, isn't this person a bit too young?"
The Black Python glanced at the Black Mountain Old Demon with a smile. "Is being young such a bad thing? Better than being old and frail when it's time to compete for the dragon."
The Black Mountain Old Demon was momentarily speechless; that reasoning was quite compelling.
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