Chapter Nineteenth Slap in the Face

  Martial arts practitioner?

  Chu Hao was taken aback, recalling that this seemed to be a position similar to that of Wen Ju Ren. The Yun Tian Empire revered literature and martial arts equally, not favoring one over the other. Seeing that this young master could wear a sword, it was indeed either a Wen Ju Ren or a Wu Ju Ren.

  But looking at his delicate skin, Chu Hao didn't expect him to be a martial artist.

  Chu Hao carefully sized him up, this person's heavenly court was not full, his body was sturdy, but it seemed to still be in the first or second layer of bone refinement, similar to himself. He also didn't know where this martial artist came from.

  Chu Hao waved his hand, indicating to the young servant that he understood, before smiling and looking at Wu Ju Ren, saying: "So it's actually Mr. Wu, I'm truly sorry for not showing respect."

  Nawu, a man of great pride, hummed in response, his face not looking too good after being ridiculed by Chu Hao earlier. He said coldly, "Now you want to apologize? It's too late! Do you think just anyone can behave wildly in front of me, Jiang Zuo?"

  "No, no, no." Chu Hao's face wore a harmless smile as he said, "I think Mr. Wu has misunderstood. My family is actually short of a few guards. If you don't mind, I can recommend you for the position and let you try being a gate guard to fulfill your ambitions!"

  "What!" The martial artist supported by Jiang looked at the woman beside him, saw that she was smiling even more, and loudly shouted like he had lost his silver: "You dare to speak to me like this! I am a deputy captain of the Feathered Forest Rear Guard, personally appointed by the Sixth Imperial Prince!"

  Chu Hao curled his lip, in this capital city, eighth-grade military officers were everywhere, not to mention other princes and nobles. Just because of one face, he thought he was inferior to him. This person had no depth, didn't understand the rules, what a bumpkin.

  Chu Hao didn't bother to argue with this person either. He was a spoiled rich kid and didn't care about offending someone as insignificant as him.

  He coldly smiled and said, "In that case, I won't be able to invite Mr. Wu to make a move." As he spoke, he ignored him and asked the embarrassed-looking young servant, "Don't you have any tripods for sale here?"

  The young servant saw that Chu Hao's attire was definitely not ordinary, after all, imperial fabrics were not something anyone could wear. With a difficult expression, he said: "The manager of the shop is not here right now, they've gone out to discuss business matters. If you really need it, then come back tomorrow."

  Chu Hao nodded and was supported by Jiang. He lost interest in staying here any longer, so he took big strides towards the door.

  "You little rascal, I'll remember you! Better not let me run into you again!" Jiang shouted from behind, while Chu Hao sneered inwardly, thinking that this sentence should have been said by him instead.

  Lingfeng Pavilion yielded nothing, Chu Hao relied on his memory and headed towards the "Dongda Furen" in Dongmian Baishou Street.

  "Duan Da Fu" is mysterious and doesn't receive ordinary guests, but he has the waist card of a noble son, so it shouldn't be a problem to enter. As Duan Da Fu has extensive connections with officials in the capital city, it should be one level higher than "Ling Feng Ge".

  It wasn't long after they left that Chu Hao felt a sense of unease, as if the people around them were gradually decreasing in number. Not only that, but even the scenery around them seemed to have changed somewhat.

  This feeling is like a watercolor painting in front of me, slowly fading away!

  A cold sweat gradually crept up his back at this moment.

  Chu Hao calmed himself and looked around again. In that instant, the bustling streets disappeared, the crowded people disappeared, even the shops couldn't be seen! The entire surroundings were empty and clear, as if they had turned into a pure white expanse, like a dream or an illusion. Chu Hao's face was extremely cold, standing in this space that seemed to be filled with white curtains, his heart already had a few parts of suspicion and fear.

  Formation technique! Someone has used formation technique!

  Who is so gung-ho and eager to take on themselves?

  Chu Hao's mind was racing with lightning speed, his eyes scanning the surroundings quickly, and his pupils gradually constricting.

  Could it be that martial artist from just now? No, he shouldn't have such strength, this is something that can only be achieved by a top-notch master of the Innate Qi Refining stage, an ordinary person can't do it.

  "What kind of person hides their head and tail?"

  Chu Hao let out a cold hum, calming his mind, but the inner strength in his body began to circulate, and he fiercely punched out at the void! The fist wind mixed with a piercing sound, and the white canopy seemed to shake slightly, but it didn't break.

  This was Chu Hao's strongest blow, but it didn't have any effect at all.

  This point was clear to Chu Hao himself, he was just a second-layer bone-refining martial artist. To break through such an illusion formation, unless he had a treasure in his hand, otherwise he could only wait for death. But, he didn't want to wait for death either.

  Suddenly, a clear and melodious singing voice echoed throughout the entire space:

  "Suddenly smoke cools, merits and virtues are not present;"

  Cultivate your mind with hidden desires, and communicate with divine thoughts.

  "Far and away I see the way, far and away I don't see..."

  The singing voice is like a sword light of snow light, and also like the evening rhyme of a woman on the riverbank, with a faint sound of gold and stone.

  Only to see the vast empty sky as if a colorful rainbow had been pulled down, countless lights emerged slowly from the light, and every step this figure took, the white around it faded a little. As it approached, in an instant, golden light burst out with purple and red, auspicious air shot out with purple mist filling the air.

  Bright clouds shine, green mist hazy, rare flowers and strange grasses, jade glass stone pillars.

  Like a dream, like reality; like music, like poetry.

  Although he knew it was all an illusion, Chu Hao couldn't help but pause for a moment.

  At this moment, he saw clearly the appearance of the person in front of him. But he never thought that the one who had trapped him with this strange formation was actually a woman! A woman wearing white clothes, as if she had walked out of a poem or painting, without any worldly aura!

  Chu Hao had seen many beauties in his past life, but he had never been shocked like this before. Although he knew that a large part of the reason was because the mirror image created by the illusion just now was too magical. But the woman's appearance was indeed not inferior to Liu Mei'er and Han Yan.

  Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come.

  With such a big commotion, Chu Hao wouldn't naively think that the other party had taken a liking to him and was inviting him out for drinks. Moreover, this person's cultivation had already reached the peak of pre-heavenly Refining Qi, and it was likely not far from reaching the realm of Building Foundation Heaven Man, which was definitely not something he could contend with.

  But Chu Hao was not a person who would resign himself to fate. After recovering from the shock, he felt that the woman's gaze was like two strokes of snowlight that saw through him, and his face immediately revealed its usual playful smile.

  Chu Hao opened the folding fan and said, "Sister, where is this place? You brought me to such a mysterious place, are you planning something sinister?"

  As he spoke, Chu Hao exaggeratedly shouted and assumed a timid and weak appearance, immediately covering his chest with one hand and his lower body with the other, warning:

  "Although I'm handsome and elegant, with an extraordinary demeanor that has captivated countless beauties! But you shouldn't be so impulsive either. You're not bad-looking yourself, if you were to pursue me openly and honestly, I might consider it. After all, emotions are something we can cultivate slowly, a forced relationship is unpalatable, and being insincere won't work..."

  Chu Hao shook his head and said, "Think about it, I may not be the number one general in the empire, but I'm at least the number one general in the capital. The women who want to marry me have been lining up from the imperial city of Maya all the way to Longcheng City. You look pretty good too, and you seem to have a crush on me, so I can consider letting you cut in line. How about this: come find me again in 50 years..."

  But before he could finish speaking, the woman's expression turned cold, and with a wave of her hand, there was a loud "slap" sound. His right cheek now had five bright red finger marks on it!

  A loud and clear slap in the face!