yasinovel Chapter 134 The Supreme Master
Chapter 134 The Supreme Master
The young lady looked at him with bright eyes, filled with curiosity.
Wang Yan was slightly taken aback, but immediately pretended not to notice and continued to look around at other places before calmly withdrawing his divine sense.
Several dozen breaths later, Du Long's fingers tapping the coffee table slowed slightly, and he quietly sent a divine message: "Chen Jiage has agreed to take people to the Qian family to investigate immediately. Let's wait for the results."
"Okay!" Wang Yan nodded slightly.
Just then, a young girl dressed as a maid suddenly rushed over from the front and side. When she reached the first row directly in front of them, she stopped abruptly and bowed to him and Du Long: "Young man in the second row, our Zhu family's third young master just saw your extraordinary bearing and would like to get to know you. Please come up to the private room on the second floor."
The spectators in the front row immediately turned around in surprise to look at the two of them.
Yuan Yizheng, in particular, looked at him with sympathy after his initial surprise.
Wang Yan was taken aback, then looked at Du Long.
"Master Uncle, regardless of whether I should or shouldn't accept, I don't want to!"
Dulong stared at him for a moment, then turned back and lazily glanced at the Zhu family's private box directly behind them. He then impatiently waved to the maid in front of the first row: "The show is just beginning. If he really wants to make friends, he can come down himself after we've finished watching the performance!"
A smile immediately appeared in Wang Yan's eyes.
As expected, Du Long was very amiable to him and quite polite to his old friend surnamed Yuan, but he didn't seem to care much about the younger generation of the Zhu family. His reply was domineering.
The maid was stunned for a moment, her eyes filled with astonishment. She clearly hadn't expected that Du Long would refuse before Wang Yan could even express his opinion.
"Sir, we are from the Zhu family..."
Before she could finish speaking, Dulong frowned, flicked his sleeve, and waved his hand.
The beautiful maid was lifted into the air by the powerful energy he released.
"Ah..." Exclamations of surprise rang out from all around.
The maidservant's face suddenly turned pale in mid-air, and she cried out in alarm, "Young master..."
Then, while still struggling in mid-air, she was involuntarily sent flying straight to the private room on the second floor, over the low railing, and landed on the floor inside the room.
The force was just right, and she didn't fall.
Wang Yan then heard Du Long's impatient warning.
"Enjoy the show! Whatever you need to say, discuss it after the show. Don't bother this old man!"
The sound reverberated throughout the entire theater, extremely powerful.
"Master Uncle is mighty!" Wang Yan couldn't hold back any longer and sent out his divine sense while laughing.
Du Long's divine sense quickly relayed the message: "Hmph, what Third Young Master? It's clearly that little girl who's taken a liking to your handsome face. Even for Lin Yue's sake, this old man can't agree. If Peak Master Zhu were here, your uncle might give him some face, but a junior in his family is nothing!"
The words may be a bit rough, but the principle is sound.
From the moment Duron made his move to throwing people and cursing, it all happened in the blink of an eye.
When they saw Zhu's maid being suddenly thrown into the air, the people below the stage instinctively gasped in surprise, and the actors on the stage were also so shocked that they stopped and forgot to act.
It wasn't until the maid landed safely in the second-floor box with a "thud" and was loudly and angrily reprimanded by Dulong in front of everyone that the theater's guards came to their senses.
Guards from four directions, brandishing their weapons, charged forward menacingly: "How dare you!"
Wang Yan's gaze turned cold, and his divine sense silently spread outwards.
So the guards charged fiercely to the front, only to be bounced back and knocked down by an invisible wall of air.
The lead guard was so shocked that his face changed drastically. He struggled to get up from the ground, but was immediately pressed down by a powerful force and could not get up at all.
The fallen guard, feigning bravado but actually displaying cowardice, pointed at the composed Duron and shouted, "You...do you know who you've offended...?"
His voice suddenly changed tone, his eyes widened in fear as he stared intently at Dulong's waist, his face filled with disbelief.
At Dulong's waist was a metal nameplate that emitted a faint mysterious light, which had been hidden by his brocade robe until now.
Dulong noticed the change in his tone, then lowered his head again, understanding dawning on him. He said lazily, "Recognized him? Hmph, even if Zhu Jianyu came, he wouldn't dare disturb my show! Keep acting!"
That last sentence was spoken with extreme domineering power.
After a moment's thought, Wang Yan also withdrew his outward-projected divine sense.
The guard leader's eyes darted around, his right shoulder twitched slightly, and his right eyebrow twitched a little. Then he quickly put on a fawning smile, scrambled to his feet, bowed to Dulong, and humbly clasped his hands in a fist salute: "So it's the arrival of a master from the inner sect of the upper sect. Forgive my poor eyesight..."
He quickly turned around, whispered a few words to a guard behind him who was probably a trusted confidant, and pointed towards the Zhu family's private room on the second floor.
When Wang Yan heard that he wanted the guard to quickly deliver a message to the Zhu family members on the second floor, he did not stop him.
The guard looked at Zhu Long in surprise, nodded, and left. The guard leader then waved to the actors on stage, saying, "It's alright, continue the performance!"
His arrogant attitude followed by obsequiousness, coupled with his fawning words, immediately caused the onlookers to look at Du Long and Wang Yan in surprise once again.
"An inner disciple of the upper sect... could he also be a master of the Fire Refining Peak of the Cloud Cauldron Sect?"
"To dare to address the head of the Zhu family by his given name in public, that's quite high a seniority. Could it be that he...?"
Yuan Yizheng, sitting in the front row, was no longer as carefree as before; his expression showed some fear and hesitation: "Master Du......"
"No problem, let's just watch the show!" Dulong raised his chin.
The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then pondered with suspicion for a while before suddenly realizing, "Alright, let's watch the show!"
Despite claiming to be watching a play, his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the Zhu family's private box in the center of the second floor.
The Zhu family's private room, which should have been filled with rage, was now quiet and well-behaved.
A few moments later, no one from the Zhu family's private box upstairs called for a stop, and the performance on the stage resumed in full swing.
The general's hateful gaze no longer swept over the other spectators below the stage or the private boxes on the second floor, but instead occasionally glanced at Du Long and Wang Yan.
The once-restless hall gradually calmed down due to the Zhu family's silence and Du Long's ease.
The audience became engrossed in the performance once again, with some even slapping their thighs and shouting "Bravo!" in their excitement.
Until 15 minutes later.
A yellow light suddenly shone from Dulong's body.
Immediately afterwards, Dulong glanced around and, using his robe sleeve as a cover, conjured a yellow light screen in Wang Yan's direction.
Wang Yan's heart stirred, and he sat up straight, gathering his strength to unleash his power.
The actor playing the general on stage also glanced at them with a keen eye, his movements pausing for a moment, but he quickly resumed his acting as if nothing had happened.
This happens to be a scene of intense action.
As Wang Yan watched, he secretly compared it with the Peking Opera of his previous life, and found that it was slightly better in terms of both drumbeats and movements.
"These actors are trained in martial arts and often work together, so they know where to fight to attract the attention of the city's spectators."
In contrast, some of the onlookers had martial arts skills, but none of them had opened their sea of consciousness or had any flow of profound energy. They only saw their internal energy surging, and they watched with great interest, frequently cheering.