Chapter 50

Chapter 50: The Moment Arrives! Mr. Ning, Step Forth to Address!“Grandpa, who do you think is stronger between me and these conceited individuals?” The inn’s corner hosted a young girl with a braided horn, her inquisitiveness evident.

The elderly man, his beard resembling a goat’s, responded with a faint smile, “They belong to the present, while you belong to the future. Such comparisons are unwarranted.”

The girl nodded, partially comprehending his words. “I see. I’ll keep watching; the real spectacle hasn’t yet begun.” With a sense of anticipation, the goat-bearded elder leaned back, grinning.

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Time ticked on, and the stream of powerful Heavenly Prides kept arriving. The head of the Tie family, Iron Conghai, traveled from Yan State, piquing interest.

Iron Conghai’s and Iron Mountain’s meeting stirred expectations. With their family history, an altercation seemed imminent. Yet, Iron Mountain merely cast a fleeting glance at Iron Conghai before lowering his gaze, absorbed in meditation.

Iron Conghai hesitated, words lingering on his lips. Eventually, he sighed deeply, refraining from speech.

Standing behind Iron Mountain, time inched along. Just as it neared the appointed time of Ning Chuan’s storytelling—a moment of significance—a colossal ship emerged from the horizon. Its grandeur nearly a hundred feet long, the ship stretched across the sky, casting shadows and obscuring the sun.

A massive black banner fluttered atop the ship, bearing the inscription “Great Yan,” with an image of a gold and iron horse. Adjacent was a five-clawed golden dragon.

“The Imperial Flag of the Great Yan Dynasty… but it usually remains within the Central State. Why would it appear here?”

“Could the storytelling have drawn members of the Great Yan Dynasty’s royal family?”

“I wonder which prince graces us with his presence?”

Gasps resonated among the crowd, awestruck by the monumental entrance. The Great Yan Dynasty had unified the Nine Profound Realm two millennia ago, reigning supreme and wielding authority. Even Heavenly Saint Palace and Daluo Holy Land trod carefully around the Yan Dynasty, an authoritative colossus.

Two, their relationship was akin to well water and river water—a delicate balance

“The Great Yan Dynasty… it commands the heavens, standing firm in the Central State,” some whispered in reverence.

As the ship advanced, a long ladder descended from its deck. A youth in a resplendent dragon robe descended the ladder step by step, flanked by heavily armored generals.

“Your Highness, this is Lin’an City’s Seven Blessings Inn,” one general intoned.

The youth nodded and proceeded towards the inn, his every step exuding overbearing might. It was as though he weren’t merely a youth in a dragon robe, but an actual dragon dwelling in human form.

Jianzhong Jianzi, the red umbrella girl, Nan Yuexi, Bai Xiaohang, and others turned their attention to the dragon-robed youth, captivated by his presence.

“This person… is on the verge of transforming into a dragon,” Jianzhong Jianzi mused.

With a resigned sigh, he closed his eyes once more, unimpressed by the newcomer. In his estimation, there were only two true rivals: the red umbrella girl and the veiled woman—someone he couldn’t discern, cloaked in mystery.

As Nan Yuexi and the red umbrella girl noted the dragon-robed youth, their gazes locked. In an instant, their eyes met—a clash akin to storms colliding—evoking a strange tension among the gathered elites.

Amidst this, “Prince Yan Ling has arrived to extend his welcome! Your Highness, we beg your forgiveness!” The lord of Lin’an City approached, bowing respectfully.

Commotion spread through the crowd. Prince Yan Ling, the sixth Heavenly Pride on the list, the one who cultivated dragon energy day and night to foster a supreme dragon vein within, had graced the event!

“Uh-oh! Why is our elder brother here?” Princess Huai Zhu and her handmaiden Rouge exchanged worried glances, immediately lowering their heads, their faces obscured beneath the table.

Having enjoyed a brief respite, they dreaded returning to the palace’s stern and sterile confines.

“No need for formalities,” Prince Yan Ling acknowledged with a slight nod, proceeding into the inn.

With a sweeping gaze, he assessed the crowd, a minor frown marrying his otherwise composed expression. “The world indeed houses extraordinary talents—unexpected that the Seven Blessings Inn would gather so many.”

Seated, he remained silent, biding his time.

Soon, a watchman outside beat a bronze drum and proclaimed, “It’s time!”

All heads turned toward the inn’s second floor. Urgent calls filled the air. “Mr. Ning, step forth and address us!”

The wooden door of Ning Chuan’s room creaked open, revealing his presence.