The Domineering King of the Netherworld and His Sweetheart

60. The Assessment (5)

After the boy had sat on the man's seat as a matter of course, the hall fell into silence again.

The man with slanted eyes tried very hard to stop twitching his mouth. Then he said to the boy in a sharp tone, "Young Master, you are sitting on my seat. Here is yours." He pointed to the chair beside the door, trying to make the expression on his face look less scary.

Feng Xi took a glance at the dusty chair. Since it had been put in the corner, it must be broken or couldn't be used anymore. As Feng Xi remembered the evil intention he had sensed from this man, he was more certain that he wouldn't do as the man told. That explained what Feng Xi had just done. After all, Feng Xi was quite clever and would never sit on a chair that he knew was broken. Obviously, this man with slanted eyes only wanted to embarrass Feng Xi whom he regarded as an ignorant boy. Thinking of that, Feng Xi put on a beaming smile and said, "It's all right. I'll just sit here. You can sit on the chair over there!"

Hearing that, the man with slanted eyes started to wonder if Feng Xi had seen through his intention right away.

Although the man's plan had failed, he didn't show a sign of awkwardness on his face. Instead, he patted on his head and pretended that he had just realized something, saying, "Oh, my, I am too careless. The chair has been put in the corner for a long time. How can I let you sit on a dusty chair, Young Master! Let them carry out another two chairs."

When saying this, he winked at that staffer who was still tidying up the table and chair not far away.

The latter who was well aware of what the man was up to ran to the inside and brought two chairs over right away. Although the chairs both looked brand new, anyone with sharp eyes could see that one had been damaged secretly on purpose.

What was happening now made all the attendees who had been confused open their eyes wide in shock.

After witnessing what had happened, everyone knew that the people of the Green Nether Union wanted to give the boy who had ridden the silver tiger a hard time. Although they didn't know how the boy had offended the Green Nether Union, they still weren't willing to miss a chance to watch the fun. Then, the attendees all opened their eyes wide and prepared to see how the boy was going to be fooled.

God of Books and God of Bad Luck detected something wrong long ago and acknowledged those people's intentions.

The two Gods would never let anything bad happen to their master. Moreover, Uncle White and King of the Netherworld had made it clear that they had sent Feng Xi here alone only to let this boy make a name for himself.

At that time, Qing Mingyu had insisted on rejecting Feng Xi into the Green Nether Hunting Group but had to yield to the King's order. Therefore, Qing Mingyu still held a grudge.

Thus it could be seen that those people who tried to embarrass Feng Xi must have acted at Qing Mingyu's instigation, otherwise, they wouldn't dare to play tricks on Feng Xi when they already knew about Feng Xi's distinguished identity. After all, those people feared nothing with Qing Mingyu at their back.

If Feng Xi hadn't advanced in his cultivation, he wouldn't straighten those things out.

However, things were different now. Not only had Feng Xi reached a higher level of his cultivation, but he still remembered Qing Mingyu's secret that God of Books had told him. 'The Green Nether Union is ruled by Qing Mingyu. Since he already knows I have my leader at my back, he must also know that I have come. Now that he still hasn't come out to greet me, clearly, he has a hidden agenda.' Feng Xi thought.

It was a very rare thing that Feng Xi could have a clear mind and figure out the cause and effect of the whole thing. Thinking of that, he winked at God of Bad Luck. Although the latter had lost tens of thousands of years' cultivation because of Feng Xi, that misfortune actually came to him as a blessing in disguise. After God of Bad Luck had taken in Fruit of the World, more than half of his former cultivation was recovered and he was finally able to speak. What was more, he even felt that the energy inside his body became purer, which made him able to employ the Bad Luck Art at will?