Chu Hao waved his little hand with an air of self-importance and said, "What is this? Who do you think I am, the Taoist Master? These are just trifles. I can bring out sothing even bigger."
Qin Zihao was also surprised and asked, "How much bigger can it be?"
Chu Hao looked at him sideways. Qin Zihao was annoyed. Why is this guy looking at people sideways?
Chu Hao said, "Definitely bigger than yours."
Qin Zihao shook his head and scoffed, "If you can bring out sothing bigger than mine, I’ll eat it."
Chu Hao continued to look at him sideways and asked, "And if you don’t eat it?"
Qin Zihao laughed and said, "I’ll kneel down and call you Grandpa."
"Fine," Chu Hao agreed, then thought to himself, System, bring a coffin.
The System responded, "What level does the Host want? The highest level is the Seven-Star Ancient Heavenly Coffin, and the lowest level is the Peachwood Coffin."
Chu Hao thought, Give the lowest level one.
"DING... Host has purchased a Peachwood Coffin, consuming 20 Pretentiousness Points."
Then, to everyone’s shock, he took out a pitch-black coffin. It was two ters long, exquisitely crafted, with coffin patterns and engravings of soaring dragons and dancing phoenixes.
"BANG!" The coffin was placed on the ground.
All five of them were stunned.
"DING... Host has successfully shown off, earning 20 Pretentiousness Points."
Qin Zihao stared. Holy hell! He really dared to bring it out—a coffin!
He broke out in a cold sweat. He had seen many magic tricks, all of which required preparation. For Chu Hao to make sothing appear out of nowhere like this was utterly unbelievable.
Thinking about what he had just said, he started sweating profusely.
Chu Hao gestured for him to co forward and said, "Co on, you said you wanted to eat it."
Qin Zihao: "..."
Looking at everyone else, they were all grinning at him. Mu Yufei was no different, seemingly anticipating him eating the coffin.
Qin Zihao’s mind raced. No freaking way! How am I supposed to eat such a huge coffin? This kid did it on purpose to trap ! But then again, I was the one who said I’d eat it. I was practically asking for it.
He felt an urge to leave. It was just too embarrassing.
Chu Hao, relentless, said, "Eat it. Do you want to get you a glass of water?"
Qin Zihao fud internally. I feel like punching him! How the hell am I supposed to eat a coffin?
"Forget it... forget it," Qin Zihao said, his expression more wretched than if he were crying.
Chu Hao sneered, "Fine. Kneel down and call Grandpa."
Qin Zihao: "..."
He inwardly cursed himself. I wish I could slap myself! Why did I have to run my mouth and make such a demand?
Qin Zihao’s breathing beca ragged, and with a pained expression, he said, "There are too many people here."
"What... having second thoughts?" Chu Hao’s eyes grew cold.
Everyone was looking at him. Visibly embarrassed, Qin Zihao walked over to Chu Hao, led him aside, handed over a bank card, and whispered, "Brother, can we let this go?"
Seeing the bank card, Chu Hao felt an inward thrill. Is this what taking a bribe feels like?
He slipped the bank card into his pocket and said earnestly, "In the future, don’t try to show off so much. Since you’re being so sincere, we’ll forget about it. Oh, right... what’s the password?"
"The last six digits."
Qin Zihao felt like crying. There’s a hundred thousand in that account! That kid really got off easy. But for the sake of my reputation, I had no choice but to pay up.
The others were speechless. They had all seen Qin Zihao pass the card to Chu Hao.
The people in the hall had also noticed what was going on and turned their attention in that direction.
"Huh? Who left a coffin here?"
Most of those present were wealthy and powerful. Upon seeing the pitch-black coffin, they couldn’t help frowning, as they felt it was an ill on.
At that mont, an angry voice rang out, "Who put this coffin here?"
A group of people approached, seemingly of significant stature.
The leader was an old man with grey hair and a vigorous spirit, wearing a long robe and exuding the air of a hermit from beyond this world.
Additionally, there was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, giving off the air of an upper-class gentleman.
"Master Long Yuan! And Jiang Hongyi, the owner of the Ancient Moon Residence!" so of the wealthy rchants whispered upon recognizing two individuals in the group.
Mu Chenglong was also present. He walked over, and a flash of joy crossed his face upon seeing Chu Hao, but then he saw the coffin and lost his composure as well.
Bringing a coffin to Ancient Moon Residence? Isn’t this a slap in their face? he thought.
Long Yuan was still angry and shouted, "Who brought this coffin?"
Chu Hao responded, "I did."
The elder, Long Yuan, saw Chu Hao was just a kid and yelled, "Who are you? Who sent you to stir up trouble? Guards! Throw him out!"
Qin Zihao was delighted. That kid deserves it for showing off!
"Wait!" Xu Ying said.
Jiang Hongyi, upon seeing Xu Ying, exclaid with surprise, "Miss Xu Ying, what brings you here?"
Xu Ying replied, "Jiang Hongyi, he’s my friend."
Jiang Hongyi was troubled. He couldn’t afford to offend Xu Ying, and he definitely couldn’t afford to offend Master Long Yuan. He found himself caught between a rock and a hard place.
Long Yuan said coldly, "Jiang Hongyi, if you don’t want this auction of my magic artifacts to stop right now, get this kid out of here imdiately."
Xu Ying retorted angrily, "You!!"
Though Xu Ying was from the Seventh District, not many people knew her, and Long Yuan clearly didn’t recognize her.
Chu Hao was annoyed. "Old man, who do you think you are? Think you’re a bigger shot than ?"
The crowd looked at him strangely. The young man’s plain attire was completely out of place at the banquet. A country bumpkin, they thought.
"This young man has quite a temper, daring to offend Master Long Yuan," remarked one rich rchant with a laugh.
"Indeed! Kids these days truly know no limits."
"I’m very curious, how did he manage to get in dressed like that?"
Master Long Yuan, losing patience, said, "Get him out of here, quick!"
Chu Hao crossed his arms, exuding arrogance. "Old man, you want to throw out? Don’t say this Taoist Master isn’t giving you face. Apologize to now, or you’ll suffer the consequences."
"DING... Host has successfully shown off, earning 20 Pretentiousness Points."
Long Yuan looked at Chu Hao in disbelief. Did I hear him right?
Now truly angry, Long Yuan said, "Kid, are you seeking death? Qi Yi, Zhao Chen, throw him out!"
Two young n, looking like his disciples, stepped forward from behind Long Yuan and imdiately moved to attack.
The crowd gasped.
Mu Yufei and Mu Yuxun also cried out. How tyrannical! Attacking without a word!
A fist as large as a clay pot was about to hit Chu Hao’s face when he quickly lifted his hand and caught Zhao Chen’s fist, freezing it midair.
Frozen... frozen in midair? Zhao Chen thought, stunned.
He knew the power of his punch could definitely shatter a wooden stake three inches thick.
Yet, it was caught by this young man. A trendously powerful force surged from the grip, and Zhao Chen’s expression changed.
Pain!
An excruciating pain, as if his hand were caught in a vise, shot through him. He exclaid in shock and anger, "Let go!"
The crowd was astonished. Are these two putting on a show? Could his punch really be that weak?
Qi Yi made his move, sweeping his leg towards Chu Hao’s lower abdon. A normal person would be dead or severely injured by such a kick.
But Chu Hao’s reflexes were exceptional. The mont Qi Yi moved, he noticed.
He grabbed Qi Yi’s ankle and said coldly, "Trying a sneak attack? Go back and train for another fifty years."
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he flung the fully grown man through the air. Qi Yi flew four ters before crashing hard against the wall.
Qi Yi landed on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide with terror.
"DING... Host has perford a shocking feat, earning 40 Pretentiousness Points."
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