My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 102 Divine Weapon Descends
Huang Xunjiu attracted the attention of many gift-givers as soon as he appeared.

"That's Huang Xunjiu, the head of the Huang family?!"

"Hey, it really is him. I didn't expect him to come to my door in person."

"It's not surprising that he came to visit. He should take a look at how much the Huang family's business has suffered recently. How could he not be heartbroken? If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be able to sit still either."

"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"

Who has the foresight to know what will happen in the future?

"Ha, what a perfect timing! This is going to be a good show!"

"I wonder if Huang Xunjiu will be able to enter the manor. It would be interesting if he were turned away..."

"..."

Curiosity, mockery, ridicule, thoughtfulness... all sorts of gazes fell upon him, and extremely low whispers reached his ears, making Huang Xunjiu somewhat embarrassed.

His face flushed slightly, but he tried his best to appear calm and composed as he walked unhurriedly. Several strong servants carrying congratulatory gifts followed closely behind him, but they did not dare to raise their heads.

The crowd parted to make way for them, and soon Huang Xunjiu stood at the main gate of Qinghui Garden.

Looking at the two tall guards standing at the gate, Huang Xunjiu took a deep breath and said, "I... I want to go in and meet your master."

The two guards looked at each other, somewhat at a loss, unsure of what to do.

As guards of Qinghui Garden, how could they not know about the relationship between their master and Huang Xunjiu? It was precisely because they knew that the situation was so troublesome.

A guard in black hesitated and said, "Please... wait at the door for a moment while I go in and inform them."

Huang Xunjiu had no choice but to agree.

After the guards in black went inside, Huang Xunjiu stood at the door, feeling all sorts of gazes pricking his back like needles, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Besides feeling uncomfortable, I felt mostly uneasy.

'If I were turned away in front of so many people...'

He simply couldn't imagine how embarrassing he would be. Just thinking about that extremely awkward scene made him want to cover his face and run away immediately!
But in the end, he didn't leave. Compared to the Huang family's century-old legacy, his personal face was not so important.

Fortunately, this ordeal didn't last long.

The door opened.

The guards in black, their faces stern, came out.

Upon seeing his expression, Huang Xunjiu's heart skipped a beat, and his hands trembled slightly in his sleeves, whether from trepidation or fear.

The guard in black walked up to Huang Xunjiu, pursed his lips, and said, "Please go back. The master is not receiving guests at the moment."

Boom! !
It felt like a thunderbolt from the heavens had struck him on the head, making him dizzy and disoriented. He staggered and almost fell over.

"Master, be careful!"

The strong servant following behind him quickly helped Huang Xunjiu stand up. After blinking, he felt the dizziness slowly disappear and his vision return to normal.

Looking at the guard in black, his voice was unusually hoarse, "You really saw him?!"

Seeing that he was still persistent, the guard in black decisively said, "I have seen him. The master said he doesn't see outsiders, no matter who they are, it doesn't apply to you!"

the same as you!
Upon hearing this, all of Huang Xunjiu's lingering hope vanished. He instinctively opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but froze there. After a long while, he finally managed to stammer out, "Then these gifts..."

"I won't accept it. You can take it back," the guard in black said without hesitation.

Huang Xunjiu seemed to have been struck again; his face turned pale, and his body hunched over.

The guard in black shook his head inwardly: "Why didn't you do this earlier? There's no going back now!" Looking at the vermilion gate of Qinghui Garden, Huang Xunjiu felt a deep sense of despair.

'Is the Huang family's century-old legacy destined to be destroyed in my hands?!'

With only this one sentence echoing in his mind, he walked through the crowd in a daze and returned to the carriage.

It wasn't until he was seated in the carriage that he finally came to his senses. He heard many mocking chuckles around him. He took a deep breath, suppressing the embarrassment and despair in his heart, and forced himself to say, "Let's go back."

One sentence exhausted all his strength, leaving him utterly dejected, as if he had aged ten years.

The coachman quickly responded, brandishing his whip to urge the carriage on, and swiftly left through the alleyway.

Once the carriage had traveled far away, the people who had come to deliver gifts in the alley looked at each other, and many of them burst into laughter.

"I never thought that the dignified head of the Huang family would have such a day!"

"This is the result of poor household management."

"It seems there's no chance of reconciliation between the two sides. The Huang family's days are numbered..."

"..."

Within half a day, all the powerful families and high-ranking officials in the entire county knew that Huang Xunjiu had personally come to seek reconciliation but was turned away. In no time, the Huang family became a laughing stock among many people.

The county town was in turmoil, and outside the city, the people of Feihongmen were horrified by the news that Huang Tian had killed Qianxiang Laogui.

Inside the council hall, sect leader Qian Shan sat at the head of the table, his expression extremely grim.

"You all know the latest news: Huang Tian actually killed the Thousand-Faced Old Ghost. What do you think we should do next?"

The elders sitting below all had solemn expressions and remained silent.

After a long silence, the one-eyed elder finally spoke up, "Sect Leader, we underestimated Huang Tian. He's been hiding his strength far too well. No one expected him to be so powerful. For now, we're afraid we can only ask the Supreme Elder for help..."

Qian Shan was displeased. Constantly asking the Supreme Elder for help made them seem incompetent. But as the One-Eyed Elder said, they had no way to deal with Huang Tian at all.

Without the help of a grandmaster, who can defeat Huang Tian?

Just as Qian Shan hesitated, a steward in blue robes carrying a letter suddenly burst into the council hall, drawing everyone's attention.

"What's the matter that you're in such a panic?!" Qian Shan's thoughts were interrupted, and he immediately felt displeased, so he shouted at him.

The blue-robed steward, however, seemed completely unfazed. Instead, he wore an expression of shock, surprise, and fear, handing the letter to Qian Shan and saying nervously, "Sect Leader, please take a look at this!"

Qian Shan took the letter with some surprise, unfolded it, and quickly glanced at it.

Bang! !

The next moment, he suddenly stood up, and his powerful true energy surged out uncontrollably, causing strong winds to blow through the council hall and the air to whistle.

"How can it be!!"

He clutched the letter, looking at it again with disbelief, as if trying to confirm whether he had misread it.

But... you didn't read it wrong!
He stared in disbelief, completely losing the composure expected of a leader of one of the five major sects, holding the letter in a daze for a long time.

"Sect Leader, what exactly happened?"

Seeing that Qian Shan seemed to have fallen into madness, the one-eyed elder finally couldn't help but ask, and the other elders also cast surprised and suspicious glances at him.

Qian Shan's chest heaved repeatedly, and after a long while, he spoke slowly and deliberately, as if in a dream:
"A divine weapon from the illusory realm has been born!!"

(End of this chapter)