I will burn books and slay gods.

Chen Ye couldn't help but laugh out loud. "I didn't expect that we would miscalculate at this very step. Can you tell me why?"

At this moment, Mo Xun spoke up, saying, "Here, each family has its own unique way of bowing to elders. Since you are not from my household, we know about this matter."

Meanwhile, Lin Su and Wang Xiaoming, still sitting peacefully in their seats, were watching the power struggle between Chen Ye and the Mo family as if it were a show. Chen Ye was truly worried sick, but he felt helpless looking at the two of them.

Just then, seeing Chen Ye's helpless expression and the stares of the Mo family, the two realized that things had already developed to this point.

The two then got up from their chairs and quickly walked behind Chen Ye. Chen Ye's face was full of speechlessness. He shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm really fed up with you two."

The two of them looked apologetic.

Immediately afterward, Chen Ye lowered his hand, his eyes fixed on the three people in front of him. The air was eerily quiet, as if a duel was about to begin.

Just then, Chen Ye spoke first, saying, "If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave." After saying that, Chen Ye didn't say anything more.

After Chen Ye finished speaking, the three of them turned and walked towards the door. However, the Mo family head clearly wouldn't let them leave so easily, and called out, "Someone come here!"

After the Mo family leader finished speaking, four or five burly men with piercing eyes rushed in through the door, staring intently at Chen Ye and his companions. Upon seeing this, Chen Ye stopped in his tracks.

He then turned to the head of the Mo family and asked, "Head of the Mo family, what is the meaning of this?"

The head of the Mo family immediately replied, "My Mo family is not a place where you can come and go as you please. If you leave like this, the three of you will be showing a great loss of face."

"What a joke," Chen Ye snorted and replied, "Judging from the situation, it seems the Mo family head was the one who refused to give us face first. As guests invited by your children, I don't think things should develop this way. Besides, if we want to leave, these people can't stop us."

After Chen Ye finished speaking righteously, the head of the Mo family looked troubled, as if he had swallowed back some words he wanted to say.

At this moment, Mo Zheng and Mo Xun, who were standing beside the head of the Mo family, began to persuade their father at the same time, hoping that he would not do anything foolish, so as not to fall into an irreparable situation.

Both Mo Zheng and Mo Xun had witnessed firsthand the formidable strength of Chen Ye and his companions, a level of skill far beyond what ordinary martial artists could overcome. For some reason, despite their attempts to dissuade him, the Mo family head remained unmoved.

Instead, at a command, he ordered his guards to attack Chen Ye and his companions. Seeing that the Mo family patriarch was serious, Chen Ye then said to Lin Su and Wang Xiaoming, "You two step back, let me handle this."

Upon hearing Chen Ye's words, the two men consciously took a few steps back, handing the "battlefield" over to Chen Ye. Then, Chen Ye walked to the center of the five guards, and the five men simultaneously threw punches at Chen Ye, who was standing in the middle of them.

"Too slow," Chen Ye said dismissively.

In an instant, the fists of the five guards all missed their targets.

In the blink of an eye after the five guards came to their senses, Chen Ye had already arrived behind one of them. Almost instantly, Chen Ye struck out in a circle behind that guard, but he held back some of his strength.

However, even though he held back, it would be a complete waste of his strength to deliver that punch to an ordinary person.

The moment Chen Yedi's fist touched the guard's back, before anyone could react, the guard was already lying on the side, unable to move.

The other four guards, upon witnessing this scene, simultaneously cried out, "Monster!"

Seeing that even a guard had become like this, they dared not continue to attack Chen Ye. Under everyone's gaze, two of them helped the seriously injured guard to his feet and left the banquet hall.

After throwing a punch, Chen Ye casually flicked his wrist. His gaze returned to the three members of the Mo family, whose eyes were now filled with shock. The Mo family's children hid behind their fathers, peering at Chen Ye and his companions.

At this moment, the head of the Mo family suddenly spoke up with a laugh, "Young friend Chen, you are indeed remarkable. I admire you!"

Chen Ye also spoke up. Seeing that Chen Ye had put away his serious look, he also said respectfully, "Master Mo is joking. I only used a little force."

Mo Zheng and Mo Xun whispered among themselves behind their father, "Father, has he been scared out of his wits?"

“Pah!”

A heavy palm strike landed on Mo Xun's head. The blow was so forceful that it brought tears to Mo Xun's eyes, who was completely unprepared.

Then, under Mo Xun's watchful gaze, he looked at his father, slowly walked towards Chen Ye, and said happily, "Young friend Chen, I didn't expect that we would be so destined to meet again in my residence."

This sudden reversal of events not only left Mo Zheng and her brother utterly bewildered, but even Lin Su and Wang Xiaoming, upon witnessing this scene, were completely clueless as to what had happened!

The actual situation at this point is:

Upon seeing how powerful Chen Ye was, the Mo family patriarch realized his mistake earlier.

At this moment, he gave himself a way out.

This situation puzzled not only those around them, but even Chen Ye was bewildered, yet he still followed the steps offered by the Mo family head and went down.

These were the Mo family leader's thoughts, and Chen Ye, still somewhat dazed, resumed his conversation with the Mo family leader.

Subsequently, the leader of the Mo family apologized to the three for his actions. Completely bewildered, Chen Ye and the other two accepted the apology in a daze.

For reasons unknown, at the strong invitation of the Mo family leader, Chen Ye and his two companions were taken to the most luxurious restaurant in the city—Hua Tian Restaurant.

……

Under the leadership of the Mo family leader, the Huatian Restaurant stood before them.

However, Chen Ye noticed a problem: even though it was already dark, the road was still brightly lit. Chen Ye then asked the Mo family leader about this.

"One city, two regulations." The Mo family head simply said these four words and did not explain anything else to Chen Ye.

Huatian Restaurant has a prestigious name, attracting many distinguished guests.

The three-story building, with its hipped roof and black tile roof, silently pressed down on the night, leaving only the silent silhouettes of the ridge beasts crouching on the gables.

The eaves, like the wings of a giant bird, do not fly out in a straight line like ordinary pavilions, but rather with an extremely gentle and proud arc, with a bronze wind chime hanging at the end that remains motionless, intended to make a clear and melodious sound in one's imagination.

The brackets under the eaves are layered and stacked, painted in vermilion and gilded, casting intricate and orderly shadows in the lantern light, like some ancient and solemn code.

The main gate is over three meters high and is not made of a single piece of wood—that goes beyond "luxury." Instead, it is made of a dozen or so sandalwood boards, each a foot wide and an inch thick, joined together with dovetail tenons to form a deep purplish-black surface with grain patterns like clouds and waves, and a rich woody fragrance that is almost tangible.

Above the door hangs a huge plaque with an ebony background and four large, solemn yet imposing characters: "Huatian Restaurant," deeply engraved in relief and filled with gold leaf.

The characters are powerful and majestic, with an inner golden radiance. They complement the couplets and calligraphy hanging on the pillars on both sides, each written by a literary master, silently proclaiming the extraordinary background of this building.

The door slid open silently, the slide rails undoubtedly made of fine copper, without making a single sound.

Light burst forth, accompanied by a strange and complex warm fragrance—not sandalwood, not agarwood, but more like the unique aroma of a family brewed over many years from countless rare woods, precious resins, and the aroma of wine and food that permeates the air.

The scene inside the building is enough to leave a newcomer speechless.

Underfoot are uniform white marble bricks, polished to a mirror shine, almost reflecting the image of the coffered ceiling.

Each brick is engraved with lotus scroll patterns at its four corners, and the lotus heart is inlaid with a grain of lapis lazuli, which reflects a faint blue light under the lamp.

The central, enormous spiral staircase was carved from the entire trunk of "Dragon Blood Wood" imported from overseas. The wood was deep red, almost purple, and oily, as if it had been soaked in the passage of time and wealth.

The stair railings are rounded, and every few steps there is a relief carving of an auspicious beast, such as the Suanni, Xiezhi, and Qilin. They are all different in form, with details outlined in gold wire, and their eyes are inlaid with colored glass, changing color with the angle.

The lobby is very spacious, yet it does not feel empty.

Dozens of tables are arranged in a staggered manner, all with tabletops made of Phoebe zhennan wood, the grain of which is as bright as gold threads. Under the illumination of countless luminous pearls and whale oil candles, they exude a warm and restrained luster.

The edge of the table is wrapped in silver with engraved cloud and thunder patterns, which has been polished smooth by handling.

The matching chairs feature openwork carvings on the backrests, inlaid with Hetian white jade pieces, and feel warm to the touch.

Each table was already set with cups, plates, and bowls.

The cup is made of the finest sweet white glaze, as thin as a cicada's wing, almost transparent when held up to the light; the plate is made of Ding ware with printed silver clasp, and a peony blooming in the center of the plate, with each petal clearly defined; the bowl is made of Jun ware with sky blue glaze, the color of which is like the afterglow of rain, with a touch of begonia red that has been accidentally transformed by the kiln at the edge, perfectly natural.

The chopsticks are made of ebony with silver tips, and the chopstick rests are made of small jade Pixiu (mythical creatures).

The most eye-catching feature is at the end of the lobby, where an entire wall has been transformed into a curio cabinet, leading directly to the second-floor corridor.

The room was not filled with books, but with a dazzling array of wine vessels and rare objects.

The various things mentioned in the poem, such as the luminous cup, the rhinoceros horn cup, and the luminous cup with fine wine, are nothing more than ordinary occurrences here.

There are also wine jugs carved from a single piece of jade, exquisitely carved revolving ivory cups, and gilded glass goblets resembling those from Persia…

Each piece lay quietly in a grid pattern covered with deep purple velvet, illuminated by specially designed lighting, shimmering with a dazzling light, yet exuding a cold and aloof air that kept people at a distance.

The waiters moved among them, making final checks.

They were all dressed in short shirts made of brocade, not in bright red or green, but in elegant colors such as sky blue after rain, autumn fragrance, and moon white. The collars and sleeves were embroidered with the same dark patterns, which flowed like water ripples as they moved.

Everyone stood upright, walked lightly and silently, and wore a perfectly symmetrical and respectful expression, though their eyes were lowered and never wandered off.

Everything you see here speaks of the "luxury" of this place.

"Master Mo, what brings you here today?" The voice was gentle, with a hint of flattery.

Those on the first floor looked up and saw a graceful woman on the third floor, dressed in a light green gauze dress, holding a fan painted with peonies.

"Boss lady!" the Mo family leader called out, "The usual place!"

"Alright!" the obsequious woman on the third floor called out in a drawn-out voice, "Room Number One! Four people!"

Then, led by the Mo family leader, they went up the circular staircase in the middle of the hall and arrived at the third floor.

The proprietress, who was originally on the third floor, gently waved her fan and stared directly at Chen Ye and the other two behind the Mo family head.

Chen Ye and his two companions avoided eye contact with anyone and entered the first room after the door to the VIP room opened. At this moment, the Mo family head warned, "Boss lady, I'm warning you, you can't afford to mess with these three."

After hearing the warning from the Mo family head, the proprietress was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Why call me proprietress? That sounds too old. You should call me Sister Huaihua."

Lin Su, inside room number one, couldn't help but show a disgusted expression after hearing Huaihua's words. "Ugh... Huaihua, my little sister... I can't... I can't listen to this..."