66: A fake is holding a concubine selection banquet?!

"His Highness the Divine Son."

Su Zhi's voice was somewhat dry, as if her throat were stuffed with a clump of sand.

"There's no need to investigate anymore."

"Hmm?"

Su Chen was momentarily stunned. He forcibly extracted a sliver of reason from his overwhelming fury, his blood-red eyes staring fixedly at her.

"What do you mean there's no need to investigate? Have you found that bastard?"

Su Zhi did not speak.

She simply and silently handed over the invitation that was enough to set all of Tiandu ablaze.

The movement was like presenting a death sentence.

Su Chen took the invitation suspiciously.

The invitation, forged from divine gold, felt hot to the touch. The Great Xia Imperial dragon motif branded on the surface displayed supreme nobility.

He flipped it open roughly.

Several lines of flamboyant cursive script, almost piercing through the back of the paper, slammed into his sight.

[Sincerely inviting the world's heroines to gather at Listening to Rain Pavilion to discuss the Great Dao of Longevity.]

[Signature: Everlasting Su Family, Su Chen.]

"..."

Su Chen looked at that crooked signature, the nerves at the corner of his eye twitching neurotically.

[Who wrote this dog-scratch handwriting?!]

[This is the most vicious provocation and insult to the 'Sleeping Immortal Physique' I've painstakingly practiced for eighteen years!]

He forcibly suppressed his anger towards the calligraphy and looked up at Su Zhi, his brows knitted into a tight knot.

"What kind of hellhole is Listening to Rain Pavilion? Why did he book that place?"

Su Chen's first thought was actually that the Imposter had found his conscience and finally found a place with good Feng Shui to emulate him by engaging in a long-lasting deep sleep.

After all, if he was using his Face, he had to do something related to him, right?

Like sleeping.

Like spacing out.

Or lying still.

However, Su Zhi's next words were like an invisible slap, ruthlessly striking his Face.

Her expression became incredibly strange. She swallowed with difficulty and reported:

"Reporting to Your Highness the Divine Son, Listening to Rain Pavilion... is a royal villa specifically used by the Great Xia Imperial Family to host their most distinguished guests."

"Every brick and tile within is inscribed with Law formations for calming the mind and soothing the spirit, and the Spiritual Qi concentration is a hundred times that of the outside world."

"Oh? Such a good place?"

Su Chen's eyes instantly lit up, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"He booked it... to sleep?"

[Not bad, this guy! He really knows how to enjoy himself!]

[Once I drag him out, this villa must be confiscated! It's the perfect chance to experience royal-grade sleep service!]

Su Zhi looked at her Divine Son's "sharing the glory" expression, the twitching of her mouth nearly impossible to suppress.

She shook her head cruelly and said in a tone that sounded almost like a sentence:

"No, Your Highness the Divine Son."

"He is not going there to sleep."

"According to news just released from the Great Xia Imperial Palace, that... 'Su Chen' Your Highness has issued Hero Invitations in the name of the Everlasting Su Family."

"He has invited..."

"He has invited almost all the Saintesses of major Holy Lands, princesses of Divine Dynasties, and various long-famed beautiful female cultivators currently in Tiandu..."

"To go... 'discuss the Dao'."

When Su Zhi mentioned the words "discuss the Dao," her voice grew noticeably heavier, her tone filled with unspeakable absurdity and mockery.

The surprise on Su Chen's Face froze inch by inch.

His eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably.

A premonition of doom, so thick it wouldn't dissipate, flooded his heart like a black tsunami.

"Discuss the Dao?!"

Su Chen's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, sharp enough to crack.

"He's a grown man! Inviting a group of women to a villa! Closing the doors to discuss the Dao?!"

"Discuss what Dao?!"

"Is it discussing how to draw eyebrows, or how to match clothes?!"

Su Chen felt as if his intelligence was being repeatedly rubbed against the ground by that never-before-met Imposter, until sparks were about to fly.

This move was simply too outrageous; it nearly broke his back.

Su Zhi also seemed to find this explanation too ridiculous.

She lowered her head deeply, avoiding Su Chen's gaze that was about to spit fire, and added in a barely audible voice:

"The outside world... is all whispering."

"They say it isn't a real discussion of the Dao."

"But rather... a special event held by the 'Divine Son of the Su Family' to select a future Dao Companion..."

Su Zhi paused, squeezing the word that made her scalp tingle through her teeth.

"...A Concubine Selection Banquet."

"Furthermore, I heard... I heard that the Saintesses and princesses of the major Holy Lands, to give you—or rather, the 'Divine Son of the Su Family'—some Face..."

"Most of them... have already gone."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Time stopped completely at this moment.

The entire private room fell into a tomb-like silence.

The expression on Su Chen's Face underwent a light-speed collapse and fusion.

From shock, to bewilderment, to dullness.

Finally, it turned into an extreme distortion—a mix of anger, panic, and a total loss of the will to live.

A Concubine Selection Banquet?!

Selecting concubines?!

The.

Sky.

Has fallen.

No! It's ten thousand times worse than the sky falling!

This is the sky directly turning into a billion-ton brick and slamming ruthlessly into his Face!