Supreme Devouring God

"Then I'll report you now!"

"We suspect they sneaked in!"

Wu Han pointed at Qin Chen and Mon Tianran, saying.

"Sneaked in?"

The steward heard this and frowned, casting a glance at Qin Chen and Mon Tianran.

Seeing their ordinary clothes, the steward coldly said, "Please show your invitations."

"I don't have an invitation," Qin Chen replied decisively.

Wu Han's face immediately broke into a smile.

Knew you two snuck in here!

"No invitation? How did you get in without an invitation?"

The steward's expression shifted slightly, wondering how Qin Chen and Mon Tianran slipped in under the Mu Clan Guards' noses.

"We naturally walked in," Qin Chen said.

"Then please leave now!"

"Those without invitations cannot enter."

Though puzzled at how Qin Chen and Mon Tianran got in, the steward suppressed his doubts, coldly telling them to leave.

Wu Han's smile widened, watching the scene play out like a good show.

What can you do after sneaking in?

Still being kicked out, tails between your legs?

"Kick me out? Do you know who I am?" Qin Chen coldly eyed the steward.

Not having an invitation yet walking in spoke volumes!

"Who are you?"

Seeing Qin Chen completely unfazed, the steward sensed something amiss.

"Let me tell you who he is, steward."

"He's just a small physician who hasn't entered a Legendary Force."

"If I'm right, he snuck in to seek an audience with the Heir of Medical Saint."

Wu Han maliciously remarked from the side.

"Just a small physician?"

The steward's expression cooled instantly.

Just a small physician trying to pull tricks?

"What do you know?"

Hearing Wu Han's words, Qin Chen chuckled, looking at Wu Han.

"What I know doesn't matter; I only know you snuck in!"

Wu Han scoffed.

"Leave immediately, or I will have Mu Clan Guards escort you out. I can't guarantee what will happen then."

The steward issued a final warning, face cold.

Qin Chen smiled, saying, "Go ahead and call them then."

The steward clearly didn't expect Qin Chen's reply, his face darkening further.

"Why bother?"

"Setting yourself up for failure!"

Wu Han watched in delight.

But at that moment, the steward suddenly noticed someone standing nearby, his eyes flashing.

He then quickly approached them.

"Manager Jing."

"Manager?"

Hearing the steward's call, Wu Han paused, then smiled even more.

"Gotta admit, your luck is really something."

The manager of West Origin Immortal Tower, second in power only to the Tower Master, outclassing any steward.

Wu Han assumed Qin Chen and Mon Tianran's unlucky encounter with the manager meant certain trouble.

"What's the matter?"

Manager Jing turned to face the steward.

"Someone snuck into the Immortal Tower, ignoring warnings, acting boldly." The steward reported, pointing at Qin Chen.

Manager Jing looked in the direction the steward pointed.

Seeing Qin Chen, his face hardened instantly!

"Manager Jing, it's the boy in the white clothes, he..."

The steward hadn't noticed Manager Jing's change and kept talking.

But suddenly, Manager Jing interrupted.

"Young Master Qin!!!"

Manager Jing bowed his head respectfully.

The atmosphere froze.

The steward was dumbfounded.

Wu Han's eyes widened.

Young Master Qin?

Remember, this is the manager of West Origin Immortal Tower!

Showing such respect?

Mon Tianran was surprised.

The previous respect from Mu Clan Guards hinted at Qin Chen's extraordinary identity.

Didn't expect even the manager would respect Qin Chen so much.

"So you're the manager of West Origin Immortal Tower?"

Qin Chen smiled knowingly at Manager Jing.

This manager was the one who mediated earlier during Qin Chen's clash with Heavenly Dragon King Kun Weitian.

Qin Chen initially thought he was just an ordinary steward.

Turns out, he's the manager.

In truth.

After Qin Chen pinpointed Kun Weitian's episode, Jing Yanhe recognized Qin Chen's unusual identity.

So, he investigated.

The investigation shocked him profoundly!

He was relieved not to have done anything excessive to Qin Chen.

Otherwise, his position as manager wouldn't save him.

Dismissal from a simple word from Qin Chen.

Just one word could cast Jing Yanhe from paradise to hell.

"Yes, I didn't recognize you earlier; I hope Young Master Qin forgives me." Jing Yanhe said respectfully.

"Manager Jing, what... what is going on?"

The steward was bewildered.

To him, the situation was downright ridiculous.

Hearing this, Jing Yanhe realized what the steward had told him earlier.

He trembled.

"Are you saying it was Young Master Qin who snuck in?"

Jing Yanhe's eyes widened, looking at the steward.

The steward nodded.

"Young Master Qin, my subordinate hasn't offended you, right?"

Jing Yanhe cautiously asked.

"No, just that the steward planned to kick me out, break my legs, ruin my cultivation, that's all."

Qin Chen said with a smile.

What!!!

Jing Yanhe's heart nearly exploded.

The steward almost stumbled and fell.

This is what you call 'nothing happened'?

Slap!!!

Jing Yanhe struck, slapping the steward harshly, sending him flying, teeth scattered.

"How dare you offend Young Master Qin like this?"

"Pack your things and get out!!!"

Jing Yanhe yelled furiously after knocking the steward away.

The steward's face changed drastically.

The position of West Origin Immortal Tower's steward was enviable indeed.

He had struggled to attain this spot.

Now, hearing Jing Yanhe demanded his dismissal felt like the world collapsing.

"Young Master Qin, I was wrong, I failed to see who you were, please forgive me this once?"

The steward could only beg Qin Chen for leniency.

"Forgive?"

"Not even knowing who I am, yet daring to threaten with broken legs and destroyed cultivation, forgiving you would only bring more trouble to West Origin Immortal Tower!"

Qin Chen chuckled coldly.