Otherworldly Desert Dust

Three requests.

The first had been taken care of.

Wu Hen's gaze swept over the guests, and soon he spotted a female guest with a beautiful appearance and a nice figure.

Beautiful, that's an advantage.

Requests are all about one's mood, Wu Hen preferred things that were pleasing to the eye.

Thus, Wu Hen pointed at another beautiful female guest with his finger, asking her what her request was.

"I have no particular request, I merely wish to seek a minor position within the Holy Sect, even if it's just serving a few elders, it would be a most fortunate affair. Is my request too presumptuous?" the woman spoke in a soft, weak voice, causing the hearts of the guests to sway.

"Well… I've been looking to fill up a group of Seven Maidens, so come under my command!" Wu Hen declared.

Manager Huang stood by, eyeing this Seventh Young Master with a slanted gaze, thinking, why don't you ask for this old servant's opinion on this matter?

"Thank you, Young Master!" The woman didn't overact but maintained her graceful demeanor, bowing elegantly.

The other guests were shocked beyond belief.

It was indeed an eye-opener, was a request supposed to be used like this?

Without saying directly what she wanted, seeking a cushy job right beside an influencer not only earned his admiration but also allowed her to whisper in his ear in the future, turning a single wish into whatever she desired to request anytime!

This request was brilliant!

Learnt something, indeed!

"Alright, the envoy from the Longevity Sect, could you repeat what your request is? I didn't hear quite clearly earlier due to the presence of my elder," Wu Hen then turned his attention to Yan Yang, the Longevity Envoy, who didn't even have a seat of his own.

Longevity Envoy Yan Yang still maintained a prostrating position, looking less like someone making a wish and more like a minor official who had been thrown into death row… as if deciding on a method of execution.

"Oh, Young Master, his matter is simple. He just seeks justice. His son was killed by a genius from a lower civilization. He wishes for us to act in retaliation, an eye for an eye." Manager Huang, who wasn't completely aware of the particulars, interjected to remind them.

"That can be easily settled, I'll make that person pay with his life right away, how about that?" Wu Hen proposed.

As he spoke, Wu Hen raised his palm, pretending to slam it towards his own forehead.

Both Longevity Envoy Yan Yang and Dao Master Qi Qiao were scared out of their wits; especially Qi Qiao, who scurried forward in utter panic, pleading, "That cannot be, Young Master, don't play such jokes. We were blind to not recognize Taishan, we have offended you… Yan Chao's death is insignificant!"

Yan Yang remained kneeling there.

He had exhausted his estate's wealth for this opportunity to seek patronage.

He never imagined that the person he needed to ingratiate himself with was the same one who had vowed to dismember him days ago!

He had slapped his own face in public.

He had killed his own son.

He had taken his offerings…

And now he still had to kowtow and beg for forgiveness!
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Yan Yang felt he was on the verge of madness…

But no matter how humiliating it felt inside, he dared not show it at this moment.

He once again smashed his forehead to the ground, the "bang bang bang" of his head hitting the floor drew blood, yet he dared not stop.

The other guests didn't know what had transpired but felt that these two members of the Longevity Sect were terrified to the extreme, as if this new manager was some terrifying devil who could devour their three souls and seven spirits in an instant!

"Surely it must be that the Seventh Young Master had some conflicts with their Longevity Sect during his travels."

"Mostly done. The two from the Longevity Sect were just too foolish. The power of the Holy Sect is so obvious, golden, a golden aura! As soon as they exhibited this power they should have kneeled; maybe they would have had a chance to live. Why did they even report to the Holy Sect!"

"Hahaha, it's the first time I've seen someone seek death so boldly."

"This Longevity Wine House, I'm afraid it's gone for good. It's a pity; the taste of the Longevity Wine is indeed excellent."

The guests had largely grasped the situation.

Holy Sect Disciples often traveled incognito to avoid attracting the attention of sinister beings. The Longevity Sect must have done something dreadful to deserve such consequences!

"What's going on?" Manager Huang was utterly confused, not understanding how things had become so complicated.

"Uncle Huang, the one who killed his son was me. While I was traveling in the Divine Python Earth Vein, I almost lost my life, but by chance, I was saved by Nuwa God End and survived. Considering my cultivation requires planting seeds of good and evil, I assumed the name Wu Hen and incidentally protected these people of Nuwa, who then revered me as their Guardian Angel," Wu Hen explained calmly.

"You mean to say, that genius from a lower civilization was actually the young master?" Manager Huang exclaimed in surprise.

"Exactly," Wu Hen nodded.

Upon hearing this, Manager Huang suddenly burst out laughing.

His gaze swept over Yan Yang, his face showing not a hint of sympathy but instead a mocking smile, "Yan Yang, it's an honor for your son to die at the hands of my young master. Do you have any complaints?"

"No! No! I have not a single complaint left in my heart. The young master's divine skills are peerless, his brilliance is like the holy sun. For my unworthy son to be the whetstone on the young master's path of cultivation is an ultimate honor for my Yan Family!!" Shaking all over, Yan Yang frantically knocked his head on the ground while spewing these words.

How could other powers not be aware of the Holy Sect's fearsome reputation?

Offending the Holy Sect was like shaking the foundations of one's own existence!

Yan Yang realized that showing even a slight discontent at this moment meant not just his own death, but the death of his entire family.

His son was one of three; losing one and still carrying on was possible.

Manager Huang seemed quite satisfied with the response, acknowledging that Yan Yang wasn't foolish after all.

That way, at least Yan Yang might save his own life!

"Young master, about this matter..." Manager Huang also took this opportunity to intercede for Yan Yang.

However, Wu Hen ignored him. He walked up to the Longevity Envoy Yan Yang, suddenly raised his foot, and channelled the Holy Breath Power into his right foot!

"Snap!"

A foot, filled with terrifying Holy Power and as heavy as a thousand jun, mercilessly stamped on the back of Yan Yang's head!

Yan Yang, already kneeling, had his head forced into the hard ground by the stomp, blood splashing instantaneously, painting the nearby wine jars and jade plate a vivid red...

This scene made all the guests present gasp in shock.

The Seventh Young Master, who had been gentle and refined just moments ago, had completely transformed into a brutal, bloodthirsty beast!

After crushing the man's head into the ground, this cold-blooded young master still didn't seem appeased, continuing to trample as if wanting to shatter the foe's skull completely.

Yan Yang's body still struggled desperately to live, but how could he survive after such a vicious blow to a critical spot? His twitching was merely a refusal to accept his impending death.

"I, Wu Hen, enjoy making good connections, as long as everyone is sincere in their offerings, I grant what is requested!"

"But to those who oppose me, seeking their own death, I will certainly fulfill their wish!"

After saying this, Wu Hen glanced at Daoist Qi Qiao beside him, who was already petrified with fear.

Discarding that cold expression, as if nothing had happened, Wu Hen casually helped the paralyzed Daoist Qi Qiao to her feet and said, "Get up and pour drinks for everyone; don't disturb the other guests or my own pleasure!"

(If I may humbly ask, have my requests for votes from the esteemed ones been answered?)