The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2229 - 2218: Can’t Sit Still Anymore

Within the grand hall.

An uncanny tranquility permeated the air, intensely still.

Upon witnessing Ye Chenfeng attain perfect talent with utter ease, Zhao Shenghong, Zhao Jinpeng, and Zhao Wenyu fell into stunned silence. Tempests raged in their hearts. Such perfect talent had only manifested in the Ancient Era! What sort of formidable powerhouse had Bai Xiaorou chosen?

The feelings of these three Divine King Realm powerhouses churned wildly. Moments later, Zhao Wenyu spoke, "We were far too presumptuous. Given this fellow’s talent, which heavenly beauty in the world couldn’t he claim? It turns out my daughter has been aiming beyond her grasp!"

Zhao Shenghong hadn’t anticipated Ye Chenfeng displaying perfect talent once more. Drawing a deep breath, he declared, "This young man’s talent surpasses even that. His effortless attainment of perfect talent reveals prowess far exceeding mere perfection."

Zhao Jinpeng was utterly persuaded now. He chuckled heartily, "Outstanding indeed! When we encounter this youth later, this old one insists on sharing some fine liquor with him. It’s been ages since my last drink."

With a wave of his hand, Zhao Wenyu summoned wine jars and cups onto the table. "My two ancestors, securing such an exceptional son-in-law fills me with joy today. Shall we share a few cups first?"

Zhao Wenyu poured into Zhao Shenghong’s and Zhao Jinpeng’s cups the exclusive ice spirit cold wine of the Nine Nether Ice Lion—snowy white, radiating a frosty chill as it filled the vessels.

Lifting his cup, Zhao Shenghong commanded, "Halt those juniors! Send Zhao Chengming and Zhao Huaqing to welcome him."

Zhao Wenyu promptly sent the transmission to Zhao Chengming.

At the same time, in the younger generation’s chamber.

The youths reacted far more explosively than Zhao Wenyu and company to Ye Chenfeng’s casual perfect talent display. Many now identified him, given his evident talent, power, and youth. Not even Zhao Feiyu could rival him. Who better suited Bai Xiaorou than Ye Chenfeng?

Zhao Feiyu’s fury erupted beyond restraint, his face crimson with rage. He refused to accept it. Perfect talent, just like that? He had been the prime candidate for Bai Xiaorou, yet Ye Chenfeng shattered all his schemes!

Rejecting this truth, Zhao Feiyu—as the top youth of the Nine Nether Ice Lion lineage—faced Zhao Chengming and Zhao Huaqing, who had just received Zhao Wenyu’s order. Zhao Huaqing announced, "Disperse, everyone! The Clan Leader bids us two to receive this brother. He truly deserves to be the consort of our Lion King lineage’s princess."

Zhao Huaqing’s declaration fueled Zhao Feiyu’s wrath to new heights. Overwhelmed, he lashed out with a fist at the nearby fourth stone slab.

As Zhao Feiyu accidentally triggered the fourth stone slab, Zhao Chengming and Zhao Huaqing halted briefly. Thankfully, it posed no trap—merely assessing other talents.

With the fourth slab activated, halting was impossible. Zhao Chengming and Zhao Huaqing watched the crystal’s projections continue.

Having reached Peak Level Two Heavenly God Realm so young with perfect talent, they doubted Ye Chenfeng held other gifts. They awaited the accidental test’s end, courtesy of Zhao Feiyu.

A dejected Zhao Feiyu bellowed, "No way this punk has extra talents. I, Zhao Feiyu, stand as a Fifth-Rank Artifact Refiner."

Back when Zhao Feiyu’s artifact refining talent surfaced, the Nine Nether Ice Lion lineage nurtured it vigorously. In the Ancient Era, renowned artifact refiners arose from their line, their insights preserved in journals.

Drawing from those journals, Zhao Feiyu advanced to Fifth-Rank Artifact Refiner; he possessed genuine aptitude there.

As Ye Chenfeng passed the ten-faced drums, the scene shifted anew. Darkness cloaked him, energy surges battering around.

Abruptly.

Massive characters materialized overhead.

First, Artifact Refiner Eighth Grade.

Then, Alchemist Eighth Grade.

Followed by, Talisman Master Eighth Grade.

Lastly, Array Master Grandmaster Level.

These astonishing results hovering over Ye Chenfeng’s head caught Zhao Shenghong in the grand palace off guard regarding his backgrounds. At their Spirit Artifact City South Square encounter, he hadn’t delved deeper.

Now, beholding those results.

Zhao Shenghong, Zhao Jinpeng, and Zhao Wenyu had dismissed the other talents test begun by Zhao Chengming and others as trivial. Harmless, they assumed Ye Chenfeng’s supreme talent left no room for more.

Yet, an unimaginable spectacle erupted.

Beyond a thirty-year-old Peak Level Two Heavenly God Realm with perfect talent, Ye Chenfeng proved a quadruple genius in Medicinal Instrument Symbol Formation—all at peak heights? At merely thirty!

Eighth Grade Alchemist at thirty?

Eighth Grade Artifact Refiner at thirty?

Eighth Grade Talisman Master at thirty?

Array Grandmaster at thirty?

Each facet of Ye Chenfeng defied history from Ancient Era to present. None had conquered even one—Eighth Grade Artifact Refiner, Alchemist, Talisman Master, or Array Grandmaster—by thirty, let alone all four.

These revelations shook Zhao Shenghong, Zhao Jinpeng, and Zhao Wenyu, their grips failing on the wine cups.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" Three sharp clatters.

All three cups shattered on the floor, liquor spilling everywhere.

Breaths quickened, their Divine King Realm poise vanished, bodies quaking nonstop. Eyes bulged like saucers; belief evaded them despite the evidence.

Zhao Wenyu shattered first, leaping from his seat. He couldn’t stay put—mastery of medicinal instrument symbol formation at such youth heralded Ye Chenfeng’s dominance as Alchemist, Talisman Master, Artifact Refiner, and peak Array Master.

How could Zhao Wenyu contain his ecstasy at such a son-in-law? Restraining turbulent energy, he exclaimed, "Ancestors, this defies all imagination. What monster of a son-in-law did my daughter snag? Not even a reborn ancient powerhouse could match this!"

Zhao Shenghong agreed with a nod, surging to his feet abruptly, feeling ever more remorseful toward Ye Chenfeng. Their initial meeting ignored him entirely. "Wenyu, sitting here no longer works. Having juniors welcome your future son-in-law feels wrong, doesn’t it? We ought to go ourselves."

Once Ye Chenfeng’s fiercest skeptic, Zhao Jinpeng rose too, exclaiming, "Even our personal arrival falls short; we need full ceremonial honors. Alert every Nine Nether Ice Lion member for a lavish welcome feast for Wenyu’s future son-in-law. Our prior test insulted him—we must atone fully."

Zhao Wenyu fired off another urgent message to Zhao Chengming and crew, voice grave and booming, "Hold off greeting my son-in-law! Prepare the grandest welcome banquet. You juniors report here now—don’t dawdle; wasting his time means no mercy from me."

Brazenly dubbing Ye Chenfeng "son-in-law," Zhao Wenyu refused to let such a peerless, unmatched talent slip away!

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