The Universe Is Innately Just 172 Invitation Part Four

"Let's go to the main venue.", exclaimed Fell as he began walking towards the ma.s.s of guests at their front. Sounds of laughter resounded everywhere around them, gla.s.ses were filled and emptied at an incredible speed, and the c.u.mulative noise from the guests caused quite the confusion in Fell's ears.

His heightened senses as a cultivator turned into discomfort as the most minute noise created by a shoe against the red carpet was magnified for him. The small talk from the hundreds of guests turned into a grating disturbance that pierced through his eardrum. Thankfully, the place where they were at was a large hall, and after walking for a few minutes, they appeared in a gigantic courtyard that wasn't as filled as the reception. Fell managed to escape the cacophony that was torturing him.

"Are you okay, brother?", asked Wind as he noticed Fell's strange complexion. Who in turn silently nodded as he enjoyed the calmness of the courtyard. Fell began walking in the calm courtyard and enjoyed the quiet night as a windy breeze soothed his senses. He noticed that a few n.o.bles had also escaped from the br.i.m.m.i.n.g reception hall, and made their way to the silent courtyard.

The courtyard was composed of three different alleys. One was filled with a mult.i.tude of paths, dozens of flowers were placed on both sides, and their color turned even more vibrant under the moonlight's, soft and delicate, touch. In the center of the garden was a large pond; fishes of different species and form could be seen gracefully swimming in it. The last part of the courtyard was a cemented area where dozens of tables were placed, and close to it was a large door that led to another part of the mansion.

The view was exceptionally beautiful, and from their spots, they could see a copious amount of floor coming from the main part of the building. A few individuals could be seen with the head pointing to the sky, their gaze locked on the towering building that rose, toward the sky, in front of them.

A deep, acute noise took the guest out of their tranquility. Fell turned his head and noticed that a group of youth had made their way in the courtyard. Condescending, arrogant, and vicious smiles were plastered on their faces as they made their way through the courtyard. Fell had noticed them the moment they entered due to a sensation that appeared on his body. It was similar to when a bug crawled on top of one's skin.

Wind also noticed that the youth's gazes were locked on them, and couldn't help but slightly approach Fell before mumbling.

"Looks like we've got some trouble here…", before adding. "You don't mind if I take care of them?", his eyes glowed with a strange light; a grin had his way to his lips, and his eyes didn't quit the group of youth for a single second.

Fell couldn't help but smile, and could only quietly acquiesce as his brother seemingly found his prey. He had found that for a banquet in his name, he had been ignored quite a lot even if the night had just begun. He decided that if they didn't feel like paying them respect, he would humble himself and be the one to open the dance.

"Don't kill them…", a soft order escaped from between his lips.

During this time, the group of youth had already crossed the courtyard and made their way to their position. Six youth stood in front of them, and the one that looked like their leaders took a step in toward them with contempt in his gaze.

"I heard you've made quite the ruckus in our city!", a hostile tone escaped from his mouth; his eyes were locked on Fell during his speech.

"Are you deaf?", he exclaimed as he noticed that Fell was looking at the ponds instead of responding to his provocation. To his left, Wind's hands were trembling slightly, and he nearly felt as if he couldn't contain himself anymore.

"I can't understand why the elders want to befriend them… Those old rags are really too afraid of losing their position!", mumbled one of the youths as he felt his blood nearly boiling.

"Why don't we show them that what they fear, we don't!".

The six youth rotated their cultivation base in unison. The wind crackled near their body as their energy rotated in their meridians; Fell's gazed left to the pond and rested on the six cultivator youths for a second.

He accurately judged their cultivation before a disappointment flashed in his eyes for a moment; then his gaze left them, and he resumed looking at the scenery in the courtyard.

His action was similar to pouring gasoline on fire, and the youth in front of them boiled from the inside as anger was apparent on their face. "Tonight, the elder won't even need to make a move on you. Don't worry, you're going to pay for this!"

"Let's use his body to fertilize this soil!", exclaimed one while taking a step in.

"What a bunch of fearless cubs…", exclaimed Wind as he couldn't trust his eyes. "Looks like you've got s.h.i.ts in your eyes for not recognizing the danger in front of you.", he added before a savage glint flashed in his pupil.

Wind rotated his soul cultivation base to the utmost. His eyes darkened, turning into a deep abyss that swallowed every will that dared to come close. His pore opened, and the next moment a veil of darkness left his body and a.s.saulted the group of youth.