Chapter 1219: 1219: Arrogant Young Master

Chapter 1219: Chapter 1219: Arrogant Young Master

Artifact Refiner Guild.

“Even if the Artifact Refiner Guild doesn’t have the Divine Spirit Stone, they should still have a way to find it.”

Feng Wuchen muttered to himself, having already arrived at the guild’s entrance.

The Divine Spirit Stone is an unparalleled treasure birthed by heaven and earth, extremely rare—even in the Heavenly Realm.

When Feng Wuchen was in the Human Realm, he obtained the Divine Spirit Stone purely by chance; no other place had it.

“Stop staring. The Artifact Refiner Guild isn’t the kind of place someone like you can just waltz into. Hurry and leave, don’t embarrass yourself here.” At that moment, a sharp voice reached Feng Wuchen’s ears.

Turning to look, Feng Wuchen saw a spoiled young master swaggering toward him with several guards, arrogance radiating from his face, clearly looking down on others.

“Are you talking to me?” Feng Wuchen asked the young man with an impassive expression.

The young man glanced left and right before sneering, “Eyes on your backside, are they? With a guild entrance this grand, who else could I be talking to besides you?”

“Move aside! Don’t block our young master’s path!” one of the guards shouted arrogantly as he stepped forward, intending to shove Feng Wuchen aside.

“Bang!”

“Thud!”

Feng Wuchen acted swiftly, striking first. With a single punch to the guard’s chest, a deafening boom resounded. The domineering force blasted the guard away, leaving him spitting blood and fainting on the street.

“What a gutsy brat! You’ve got some skills, huh? Kill him for me!” Seeing his guard heavily injured, the young man’s face turned fierce.

Six or seven guards lunged forward without hesitation, their momentum overwhelming.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

“Thud! Thud! Thud!”

Feng Wuchen remained expressionless, his figure flickering and vanishing. The next moment, the guards were all sent flying, clueless about what had just occurred.

Fixing his ice-cold gaze on the young man, Feng Wuchen said impassively, “If you don’t wish to die, you’d better get lost immediately!”

“If you kneel and apologize to me right now, maybe I’ll spare your life!” the young man threatened darkly, making an explosive charge toward Feng Wuchen with eyes filled with killing intent.

“Wang Feng, stop! Bullying others again!” Just then, an authoritative and crisp voice pierced the air.

Wang Feng’s expression shifted drastically, his killing aura immediately dissipating, and his power receding.

“Brother, what’s your name? Eaten yet? It was all just a misunderstanding earlier, haha.” The previously grim-faced Wang Feng suddenly plastered on a grin, his demeanor turning friendly as he placed a hand on Feng Wuchen’s shoulder and made small talk.

Feng Wuchen remained cold and aloof, treating Wang Feng like he was invisible.

“Qingwu, you’ve misunderstood me. I was just trying to make friends.” Wang Feng eagerly turned toward the source of the voice, beaming brightly.

On the street ahead, a stunning young woman walked over slowly, her icy gaze fixed on Wang Feng.

The young woman wore a green gauzy dress, radiant and elegant, enchanting enough to captivate every man who saw her.

Her name was Yang Qingwu, the treasured daughter of the Yang family, accompanied by a Heavenly Monarch-level guard.

“Was it a misunderstanding? If you weren’t bullying others with your status, would he have injured your Wang family guards?” Yang Qingwu said coldly, her icy aura sending chills down the spine.

Wang Feng hurriedly approached her to explain, “Qingwu, it’s not what you think. I was just testing this brother’s strength. As the saying goes, true friends are forged through battles, don’t you think, brother?”

He glanced at Feng Wuchen, trying to signal him to cooperate.

But Feng Wuchen ignored him entirely, unmoved.

“This brat!” Wang Feng thought furiously, frustrated at Feng Wuchen’s lack of tact.

Yet Wang Feng didn’t dare lose his temper in front of Yang Qingwu.

Yang Qingwu cast a glance at Feng Wuchen before letting out a cold snort and entering the guild.

“You brat, just you wait!” Wang Feng menacingly glared at Feng Wuchen, threatening him as he quickly followed Yang Qingwu inside.

Feng Wuchen remained unfazed and entered the guild after them.

Indeed, the Artifact Refiner Guild isn’t a place just anyone can enter. Unlike merchant guilds, it solely deals in treasures like weapons and artifacts, all of which are exceptionally expensive.

After all, there’s only one Artifact Refiner Guild in all of Ling Realm.

Without sufficient Heavenly Spirit Stones or a recognized identity, no one would dare enter—for fear of making a fool of themselves.

To purchase an Immortal Artifact requires more than just Heavenly Spirit Stones; one must first prove their status, followed by the offering of an equal treasure in exchange.

In the guild’s main hall, a lovely maid approached respectfully, “Welcome, Miss Yang, and Young Master Wang.”

“Please show me the Immortal Artifact jade bracelet. Thank you,” Yang Qingwu said with a soft smile, her politeness radiating a soothing charm.

“This way, Miss Yang.” The maid replied courteously, about to lead Yang Qingwu onward.

Just as the maid finished speaking, she unintentionally caught sight of Feng Wuchen entering.

The guild guards stationed in the hall also noticed Feng Wuchen at the same time.

At that moment, their expressions changed drastically, and the guards began moving forward to greet him.

However, Wang Feng happened to notice Feng Wuchen as well and felt a surge of rage but dared not vent it in Yang Qingwu’s presence.

“Brother, why are you here? I told you already, this isn’t your place. Look around—don’t you see that everyone here has status? For your own good, leave and go back where you came from.” Wang Feng said, feigning kindness.

Yang Qingwu swept a cold gaze at Wang Feng, causing him to shudder and immediately shut up.

Feng Wuchen said impassively, “And where did you get the idea that this place isn’t for me?”

“Brother, take a good look. That’s the senior disciple of Fire Cloud Hall, that’s the young city lord of Eight Desolation City, that’s the eldest of the Han family of Imperial Cloud City, and here’s Miss Yang from Tiandu’s prestigious Yang family. As for me, I’m the young master of the Wang family. Now tell me, who in this room doesn’t have status? And what about you? What’s your status?” Wang Feng pointed out each person smugly, introducing them to Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen shrugged and said, “You want to know my status?”

The guild guards and maid’s expressions changed yet again, and several guards stepped forward as if to intervene.

Feng Wuchen lightly shook his head at the guards, signaling them to refrain.

Yang Qingwu noticed the maid’s pale expression and frowned slightly, her gaze shifting to the other maids and guards. She quickly realized their faces were also grim.

“What’s going on?” Yang Qingwu asked, her confusion evident as she alternated her gaze between Feng Wuchen and Wang Feng. She was especially puzzled by the anger in the guards’ eyes as they looked at Wang Feng.

“I fear Young Master Wang is in trouble. That young man isn’t simple.” One man muttered under his breath, seemingly sensing the guards’ and maids’ reactions.

“Oh? Such bold claims. Why don’t you tell me, young man—I’d very much like to know what your status is.” Wang Feng asked with feigned curiosity, fully intending to humiliate Feng Wuchen and trample his dignity.