Chapter 287: Chapter 287: The Mysterious Ruthless Person

“May I sit next to you?” Jiang Fan asked.

Su Qiuning timidly replied, “Y-yes.”

Tang Tianlong, on the other hand, was displeased.

At this moment, not everyone had arrived, and there were plenty of empty seats.

Why insist on sitting next to Su Qiuning?

He said expressionlessly, “Sorry, that seat is taken.”

“Please find another spot.”

Jiang Fan nodded slightly, “Alright.”

Just as Tang Tianlong thought Jiang Fan was about to leave,

Jiang Fan casually swung a slap at him.

Tang Tianlong was both angry and furious.

Attacking him in front of so many elite disciples, was it a show of disdain?

He immediately responded with a punch.

Bang!

The result shocked Tang Tianlong!

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With a simple slap, he was sent flying into the wall, making his throat taste of blood.

He had used all his strength to counterattack.

Yet he couldn’t withstand the opponent’s casual strike!

What kind of strength did this person possess?

The elite disciples present all narrowed their eyes.

They speculated that Jiang Fan most likely had the strength of the Core Formation Realm!

Jiang Fan casually sat in Tang Tianlong’s seat and murmured to himself,

“Now there’s an empty seat.”

Su Qiuning, feeling Jiang Fan’s powerful aura, anxiously tried to move to another seat.

But just as she started to move, Jiang Fan said calmly, “Sit still.”

Su Qiuning froze.

She was on the verge of tears.

She dared not move an inch.

Cautiously, she shuffled her body, trying to distance herself from Jiang Fan.

Seeing this, Tang Tianlong was both angry and furious.

But dared not say anything.

The difference in strength between them was obvious from the brief exchange.

Everyone else was as silent as cicadas in winter.

Suddenly, the building started to shake.

Looking towards the staircase, everyone’s eyes showed respect and fear.

A giant, one-armed young man was climbing up with heavy steps.

Each step made Taibai Building tremble.

With such a physique, he could only be a disciple of the Giant Sect.

And he was none other than Sun Chaozong.

Many disciples stepped forward to greet him.

Tang Tianlong sensibly moved away, sitting further back.

After all, Tie Bubai’s death had soured the relationship between the Giant Sect and Green Cloud Sect.

Sun Chaozong scanned the surroundings.

He easily recognized Tang Tianlong and Su Qiuning, both disciples of the Green Cloud Sect.

“There’s Green Cloud Sect rabble everywhere!”

“Where’s that Jiang Fan?”

Hm?

Su Qiuning’s eyes suddenly lit up, “Junior Brother Jiang came to Desires Sect?”

Tang Tianlong was also surprised, “Wasn’t he escorting goods to Spirit Beast Sect?”

“How is he at Desires Sect?”

Seeing their confusion, Sun Chaozong snorted, “Seems like that brat saw the situation and hid!”

“I was prepared to teach him a lesson!”

He then moved his large steps.

Sitting across from Su Qiuning, showing a cruel and malicious expression.

This made Su Qiuning even more frightened.

One side was a domineering and mysterious person.

The other side was a murderous demon.

Why was she so unlucky?

She carefully looked at Jiang Fan, showing a look of seeking permission: “S-senior brother, I don’t want to participate.”

“Can I leave?”

Jiang Fan threw the claw he was carrying on the ground.

The heavy claw, weighing several hundred pounds, hit the ground with a dull thud.

Su Qiuning trembled with fear and quickly said, “I’m not leaving, I’m not leaving.”

She shrank back, like a frightened little rabbit.

Her eyes filled with tears, she dared not move.

Only then did Sun Chaozong notice Jiang Fan.

He showed a hint of seriousness.

The claw on the ground weighed at least several hundred pounds, yet this person carried it on his shoulder as if it were weightless.

This led Sun Chaozong to judge that the opponent’s physique was extremely strong.

Combined with the air of mystery, he felt a tinge of apprehension.

He clasped his hands and asked, “Brother, may I know which sect you’re from?”

Everyone fell silent.

Both Sun Chaozong and this mysterious person were heavy hitters of this gathering.

They also wanted to listen closely to find out the background of this mysterious person.

“Do you even deserve to ask?”

However, Jiang Fan responded indifferently.

Sun Chaozong immediately flared up, “You!”

As an elite disciple of the Giant Sect, how could he be treated so rudely?

But Giant Sect disciples were not just brawn without brains.

He quickly calmed down.

Without fully understanding Jiang Fan’s strength, he didn’t plan to start a conflict recklessly.

Yet once he confirmed Jiang Fan’s abilities were nothing special, Jiang Fan would not escape his harsh methods!

Noticing the tense atmosphere,

the elite disciples wisely kept quiet, not daring to make any noise.

Not wanting to provoke these two formidable individuals.

“Hmm? Why so quiet? I thought no one was here.”

At this moment,

a group of people came up the stairs.

They wore coarse clothing, their skin rough and red.

Men and women alike, starkly different from the well-dressed disciples of other sects.

Yet their appearance brought a warm welcome from the crowd.

“Chief Ouyang, finally meeting you in person.”

“He is the Thousand Refinement Sect, a genius born once in a thousand years?”

“It’s not an exaggeration, his artifact refining skills have already surpassed the current Thousand Refinement Sect Master.”

“If it weren’t for his martial path not catching up, he’d have taken over as sect master long ago!”

“In my opinion, it won’t be long. His martial talent is also strong, already at the First Layer of Core Formation Realm, not inferior to other sect chiefs.”

“Give him ten years, he’ll likely reach the late stage of Core Formation, and take over the sect master position.”

“By then, he’ll be under thirty, right?”

“Ah! A sect master under thirty, a first in Nine-Sect history!”

Jiang Fan found it incredible.

The Nine-Sect Land still had such talents?

Compared to Fu Chaohun of the Heavenly Sound Sect, Chief Ouyang was far more impressive.

“Chief? Everyone flatters me too much.”

Ouyang Jun smiled, very approachable.

He had none of Fu Chaohun’s arrogance.

“That everyone could come tonight grants me a huge honor.”

“These little tokens, please don’t disdain them, take one each.”

Two burly junior brothers behind him carried a basket forward, passing it to everyone present.

Jiang Fan looked over.

He found various Low Grade magic artifacts in the basket.

Common knives, swords, spears, and many unique artifacts like darts, steel needles, and axes.

An array of options, everything one could ask for.

What’s more, Jiang Fan noticed that each artifact was filled with Spirit Light, of very high quality.

These would be highly in demand if sold outside, each worth no less than a hundred crystal stones.

Yet they were given as gifts to the attendees.

No doubt about it.

This Ouyang Jun was extremely generous!

Of course, in another light, he was very adept at winning people over.

Beneath his rough exterior was a totally shrewd mind.

Sun Chaozong laughed, “Not surprised, Senior Brother Ouyang!”

“Only you could be this generous.”

“I won’t be polite then.”

He picked an axe, weighed it in his hand, and was quite satisfied.

Ouyang Jun smiled, “As long as Junior Brother Sun isn’t dissatisfied, I’m grateful.”

“Everyone, take one, don’t be shy!”

Soon,

the basket reached Su Qiuning.

She was delighted, not expecting a gift at the gathering.

She began to pick through it.

She favored a silver-white dagger with embedded gems.

Happily held it in her hand.

But suddenly, Jiang Fan snatched it from her hand and threw it back into the basket.

Then he pulled out a rough-looking, half-finished black dagger, and shoved it into her hand.

“Take this one.”

Su Qiuning looked at the pretty dagger thrown back, then at the ugly one forced into her hand.

Her lips trembled, tears welled up in her eyes out of grievance.

This was too unfair!

Why couldn’t she pick a pretty dagger?

Why?!

Tang Tianlong’s eyes also filled with anger. This guy was truly bullying!

But then.

Ouyang Jun showed a meaningful smile, clasping his hands, “Brother, good eye!”