940: Chapter 453: Lin Baici Causes Havoc at Jingfu Palace, Xia Hongmian’s Invincible Divine Might!
940: Chapter 453: Lin Baici Causes Havoc at Jingfu Palace, Xia Hongmian’s Invincible Divine Might!
In the west-central part of Hancheng, there was a cluster of buildings designed in an antique style that covered a wide area.
This was the headquarters of Sejong Zheng,
Jingfugong Palace!
After the motorcade turned onto a nearby asphalt road, traffic imdiately thinned, and the dense roadside vegetation exuded a serene beauty, as if deep in a quiet forest with chirping cicadas.
The noise of the world seed to fade away, replaced only by the sound of snowflakes hitting the ground.
Lin Baici looked out through the car window.
Those with power and influence sure knew how to pick their spots, conjuring such beautiful architecture and a comfortable working environnt right in the middle of the city.
The convoy underwent a check at the gate before driving in, and after a few minutes, stopped in front of a building.
Grrrumble!
A growl ca from Lin Baici’s stomach, signaling hunger, and it was intense.
Being the den of Sejong Zheng with nurous God Hunters, it naturally ant a wealth of top-tier Divine Prohibitions.
If only he could stew all these people in one pot!
“Mr.
Lin, please!”
Wen Zhenqing got out of the car, opened the door, and let Lin Baici out.
The snow was getting heavier.
Lin Baici stood on the cobblestone floor, first glancing around, then looked toward the palace in front of him with a hanging plaque.
Damn it!
Living in such a place, do they think they’re emperors?
Lin Baici stepped up the stairs.
Wen Zhenqing and his entourage let out a sigh of relief.
Task complete.
Having entered Jingfugong Palace was like entering their own territory; even if Lin Baici sprouted wings, he couldn’t possibly fly out.
After entering the palace, a woman secretary dressed in a white suit skirt and black silk high heels greeted him: “Please follow !”
Wen Zhenqing left a guard behind.
Without the sect leader’s summons, the staff were not allowed to enter at will, not even team leaders.
Lin Baici followed behind the female secretary, turning this way and that, through two corridors, and arrived at a great hall.
“Sect leaders, Mr.
Lin has arrived!”
Through the wooden door, the secretary bowed deeply, her tone respectful.
“Let him in!”
A commanding voice ca from the room.
Lin Baici raised an eyebrow, sensing that the voice was like a primary school student being called into the office by an angry teacher, due for a scolding.
The secretary pushed open the door and gestured for Lin Baici to enter.
Lin Baici went inside.
The place was huge, covered with expensive Persian rugs that felt soft underfoot, sinking in with half the depth of a foot.
The scent of sandalwood, dragon’s brain, and Tamala, a complex fragrance that was not only refreshing but also seed to elevate one to the western extre of bliss, a bodhi realm beyond worldly attachnt.
At the forefront were three people, then to the left and right were two on each side, sitting as if at an ancient banquet.
In front of each person, there was a small stand with tea and fruit, and next to them, a small red clay stove, bubbling with tea water.
Seven girls in white gauze skirts knelt by each stove, pouring tea and tending to the sect leaders beside them.
As these big shots saw Lin Baici enter, four pretended not to notice, indifferent, while three stared at him with piercing eyes.
No one invited Lin Baici to sit because, in their eyes, soone as lowly as him truly didn’t deserve it.
“Fuck, these people really know how to enjoy themselves!”
Curses popped into Lin Baici’s mind.
[We must take them down as a warning to others.
Even you, a man at the top of the food chain, have never enjoyed such luxury.
What right do these crawling creatures have?]
The Eater God was angered.
Silence filled the grand hall, no one spoke, only the aroma of the tea pervaded the air.
Lin Baici had never experienced such an occasion but could guess that the three in front held the highest status.
The one in the middle had a pair of triangular eyes, an austere face as if everyone owed him a fortune.
The one on the left had a slightly friendlier expression, who smiled upon noticing Lin Baici’s gaze.
The one on the right regarded Lin Baici with cutting eyes, as if to peel a layer off his skin.
“Soone, give him a seat!”
The amiable elder on the left spoke calmly.
“Han Min Ji, is it necessary to play the good guy for such people from the Nine States?”
Park Sangwon’s triangular eyes, like those of a Poison Snake, flickered with a ruthless gaze.
“There’s an old saying in the Nine States, ‘Thirty years on the east bank of the river, thirty years on the west; do not take the young and poor for granted!'”
Han Myeongki looked at Lin Baici: “As soone who killed the Busan Divine Being, don’t you deserve at least a cup of tea?”
Whoosh!
Everyone’s gaze discreetly swept across Lin Baici.
Han Myeongki’s words were not praise but rather a test of Lin Baici’s reaction.
Unfortunately for them, Lin Baici remained unmoved, neither proud nor panicked, with no trace of emotion revealed.
Only Li Zhenghe, sitting on the right, looked even more solemn.
Because Lin Baici’s expression was, in fact, telling enough.
The man was brimming with confidence.
Park Sangwon didn’t answer Han Myeongki, but stared at Lin Baici: “Don’t think we can’t touch you just because you’re from the Nine States.”
“Look carefully, this is Goryeo, this is Sejong Zheng, not the Nine States!”
[A man who ca to power relying on family inheritance, entered the God’s ruins three tis, but only went through the motions, always led by soone with actual power.
Although he has Divine Grace, he has no combat experience whatsoever.]
[His ancestors had two pri ministers!]
[A man born almost a Roman king!]
The Eater God comnted.
“So you’re playing the good cop?”
Lin Baici sneered, seeing that everywhere it was the sa: skill mattered less than one’s background.
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