Chapter 1471: Why the Formalities?

"You? The young master of the Ping Yao Pavilion looked up and down at Fang Chen, unable to hold back a laugh. "So these two siblings know a few cultivators. Are you friends with their deceased father?"

These words immediately enraged the bruised and battered young man, causing his spiritual energy to surge wildly within him. He immediately formed a fireball and hurled it toward the young master of Ping Yao Pavilion.

"How dare you strike at your senior brother?"

A cold shout resounded, instantly dispersing the fragile fireball.

Everyone looked up, only to see a refined middle-aged man standing on the eaves of the Ping Yao Pavilion. He wore a green robe that fluttered in the wind.

The nearby boys and girls quickly bowed.

"Pavilion Master!"

The Ping Yao Pavilion Master was a Golden Core Realm cultivator. In their neighborhood, he was a well-known figure. Seeing the middle-aged man appear, the two siblings both showed a hint of awe in their eyes.

The young master of Ping Yao Pavilion then realized what was happening. Seeing the fireball still aimed at him, he became furious. He shouted at the middle-aged man, "Father, Fang Xiaotian not only refuses to pay his tuition, but he even teamed up with outside cultivators to attack me! You must teach them a lesson!"

The Ping Yao Pavilion Master's gaze was sharp as he swept over Fang Chen. After a few breaths, he chuckled and lightly leaped down, his figure graceful and serene. The kids watching gazed at him in admiration.

The two siblings' hearts sank, a look of panic appearing in their eyes.

Just as the pavilion master was about to land, an inexplicable oppressive force suddenly descended on him like a massive mountain. He looked shocked, and the moment his feet touched the ground, his knees slammed into the earth with a tremendous crash. He then slid forward until he was right in front of Fang Chen, dragging two deep furrows in the ground.

The area fell silent. Even some passing cultivators, who had little interest in the matter, stopped in their tracks and turned to watch. In this street, besides the Ping Yao Pavilion, there were several other cultivation pavilions, and their masters also came out, looking at the Ping Yao Pavilion Master with surprise.

The boys and girls watching were all stunned. "How could the Pavilion Master...?"

The young master of Ping Yao Pavilion exclaimed in disbelief, "Father!?"

"No need for such a grand salute." Fang Chen chuckled softly and shook his head. "Please rise. It wouldn't look good in public to make such a scene."

"Y-Yes..."

The Ping Yao Pavilion Master suddenly felt the oppressive pressure pressing on him disappear. He hesitantly got to his feet, his arrogance melting into unease.

These two wild kids... how could they know such a cultivator? Could he be a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator?

If he really were a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, then within the Great Victory Dynasty, that would be someone of immense status, far beyond a mere Golden Core Realm cultivator like him!

With this thought, the pavilion master quickly lowered his voice and asked, "These two are your...?"

"My surname is Fang," replied Fang Chen with a smile.

Whispers rippled through the crowd instantly.

"Same surname as Fang Xiaotian?"

"Could he be an uncle from the same clan?"

"So Fang Xiaotian and his sister actually have some background. No wonder the pavilion master suddenly kneeled earlier, it must have been from the pressure exerted by this cultivator!"

"Good thing I never paid much attention to Fang Xiaotian before, or I might have offended him..."

The young master of Ping Yao Pavilion slowly came to his senses, faintly realizing what had just happened.

Fang Xiaotian and Fang Xiaohua exchanged confused glances.

Fang Xiaohua instinctively opened her mouth to speak, but Fang Chen glanced at her and winked. She immediately understood, covering her mouth with her hand.

"It seems this person must be a relative of Fang Xiaotian. Who would have thought that even his eccentric father has such a background?"

The Ping Yao Pavilion Master took a deep breath, his face quickly smoothing into a forced smile as he cupped his hands and said, "Senior, it was just a misunderstanding, just children roughhousing. It's nothing serious, we can clear it up."

Fang Chen smiled. "Xiaotian owes you tuition, right? How much does he owe? I'll pay for him."

"No, no, he actually doesn't owe us anything. Before Xiaotian's parents passed, they left a sum of spirit stones with me. It's more than enough to cover tuition fees. It's just that the steward here is a bit careless and overlooked this matter."

At that moment, several white-clad cultivators pushed through the crowd and walked toward them.

The white-robed cultivator leading the group asked indifferently, "Did a fight break out here?"

The young master of Ping Yao Pavilion's gaze suddenly sharpened. He quickly pointed at Fang Chen and said, "It's him! He used his cultivation to force my father to kneel just now!"

"

That son of a bitch!

" cursed the Ping Yao Pavilion Master.

With a greasy smile, he turned to the white-robed cultivators and said, "Esteemed lords, it was just a misunderstanding. I'll take responsibility for the broken paving stones in the street and have them repaired today."

"Misunderstanding? But there was still a fight."

The leader of the white-robed cultivators' gaze shifted to Fang Chen, and he declared indifferently, "During the Ascension Conference, the rules are stricter than usual. If this were any other time, we wouldn't interfere over a misunderstanding, but today, I'm afraid you will have to come with us."

The young master of Ping Yao Pavilion secretly felt a surge of joy.

"And you, too, will be coming with us," the white-robed cultivator added, turning his gaze to the pavilion master.

The young master froze, stunned.

At that moment, a group of white-robed cultivators hurriedly passed by. The middle-aged leader at the front glanced at the scene, then spoke to Fang Chen, "Fellow cultivator, as an immortal, you should be well aware of the rules here. Let this be the last time."

He then addressed the other white-robed cultivators, "Leave this matter be."

He came and went quickly. After he and his group of white-robed cultivators left, everyone was left with only the words immortal echoing in their minds.

In the Great Victory Dynasty, only those who had ascended could be called immortal. And every time the Ascension Gathering took place, the most powerful figures from various places gathered in hopes of ascending themselves. The white-robed cultivators stood frozen for a moment, then smiled wryly and cupped their hands at Fang Chen before turning to leave. It was clear that, when dealing with an immortal, the rules of the Great Victory Dynasty were more lenient.

"Immortal!?"

"These siblings' relative is an immortal!?"

"Shhh..."

It took a few moments for the crowd to process the shocking revelation.

The Ping Yao Pavilion Master's legs turned into jelly. With great effort, he approached the young master and slapped him hard across the face a dozen times, hitting him so hard that the young master's teeth shattered. Afterward, he dragged the now bloodied and stunned young master to kneel before Fang Chen.

The young master was nearly frightened out of his wits. He had never imagined that Fang Chen could be an immortal.

"Senior, please forgive me!"

In the capital, only the most elite disciples could attend teachings from an immortal!

Fang Xiaohua instinctively looked at Fang Xiaotian. "Uncle is an immortal?"

Fang Xiaotian almost asked her, "What are you looking at me for?"

He was just as confused as anyone else.

Fang Chen couldn't be bothered to look at the young master. Instead, he smiled at the middle-aged man.

"Just tell me how much he owes you. The way you spoke earlier made it sound like I was pressuring people with my status."