Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

The selection process at the Zhu family ended swiftly following the conclusion of Zhu Bufan's final test.

In a luxurious living room, a brass furnace radiated warmth, emitting a bubbling noise as steam rose from the kettle resting on top.

Beside it, Zhu Yuheng lay comfortably on a fur-covered bamboo chair, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand. It was unclear what kind of tea it was, but a refreshing delicate fragrance pervaded the entire room.

Facing Zhu Yuheng sat two brawny men.

Both of the muscular men appeared to be in their early thirties. The one on the left had a long scar on his cheek, twisted and turned outwards, resembling a fierce centipede exuding a sinister blood-red color.

The man on the right had an even more distinct feature; his shiny bald head was utterly hairless and reflected faint rays of light in the glow of the furnace.

Zhu Yuheng lifted the teapot and poured a cup of tea for each of them, "Gentlemen, please savor this well. This is a specialty of the Endless Ice Field, Cloud Mist Tea. Only ten catties are tributed to the main family each year, and even I, as an elder, only receive a few liang every three years."

"Really? I didn't expect it to be such a rare delicacy!" The man with the scar picked up his cup without minding the bubbles within it and downed the tea in one gulp, seemingly indifferent to the scalding temperature.

Tsk tsk...

The scarred man smacked his lips a couple of times, as if relishing the taste of the Cloud Mist Tea.

"Pfft..."

The bald man, on the other hand, spat out the tea he'd taken a sip of and cursed, "Damn, what is this stuff? It's so bland, it has no flavor at all, definitely not as good as my rough liquor!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a skin pouch from his waist, and an extremely strong scent of alcohol wafted out.

The bald man took several hearty swigs, proudly wiping his mouth afterwards, and laughed with satisfaction, "Haha, refreshing, refreshing..."

"Hehe, big brother, pass me some too! Mine's all gone!" the scarred man said, grinning obsequiously.

"No way, this is all I've got left!" Holding the pouch like a treasured possession, the bald man quickly tucked it back into his chest.

Zhu Yuheng's face showed a pained expression, watching a cup of Cloud Mist Tea being squandered like this, cursing inwardly that it was like throwing pearls before swine, wasting such good stuff.

You must understand, Cloud Mist Tea is extremely treasured, worth a thousand gold for just one liang. The tea grows in the harsh environment of the ice-covered mountains, only at the site where yin meets yang. Basked in sunlight during the day, shrouded in mist, and embraced by moonlight at night, it takes three years to take root, three years to sprout, three years for branches to grow, and another three years for the leaves to appear.

Cloud Mist Tea not only has an exquisite taste but also purifies Inner Qi. Its benefits to Martial Artists who consume it regularly are self-explanatory.

If it weren't for the powerful backers behind those two, Zhu Yuheng would have slapped them already.

But thinking of the people behind them, Zhu Yuheng couldn't help but feel a rush of anxiety, not daring to show any dissatisfaction on his face.

"Alright, let's discuss serious matters!" Zhu Yuheng's expression turned solemn as she spoke in a deep voice. "Before Lady Xu left, she instructed us to check on Zhu Bufan's situation. It's basically clear who will be chosen today. What do you think?"

"Thirteen years ago, the young lady convinced the old master to send the kid here. Since then, the young lady has been very concerned and sent spies to monitor him continuously for a full eight years. After confirming that the brat was truly a waste, she gradually lost interest. This time, the old master was in charge of South County, quelling the maritime troubles that persisted for more than a hundred years and reclaiming thirty-five islands. His Majesty was very pleased, and exceptionally bestowed the title of Prince Zhen Nan!" The bald-headed brute spoke with a gleam in his eyes.

The scar-faced man smiled faintly, adding, "Aside from the founding of Li Chu Country, which conferred titles upon three kings of different surnames, it has been a thousand years, and only our old master has received this honor."

Speaking of this old master, a crazy adoration appeared on the terrifying face of the scar-faced man.

"With the Prince in place, it's naturally time to confirm the Crown Prince. Originally, young master Zhengde was the rightful successor as Crown Prince. The vast majority of the family agreed, a few remained silent, and even if there were objections, they could not stir any ripples under the young lady's firm control. But just as the news was being announced, Miss Mengjie returned and strongly opposed this decision!" The bald brute said with a shifting gaze.

"Miss Mengjie? She's back?" Zhu Yuheng exclaimed in surprise, then quickly calmed down and said evenly: "Once Miss Mengjie opposes, this matter becomes troublesome!"

"Ah, Elder Yuheng was not in Zhu Mansion at the time, so of course, you didn't know. This time, when Miss Mengjie came back, her cultivation was profoundly deep. The Grand Elder once said that Miss Mengjie's realm is only slightly inferior to his, and with her overseeing Zhu Family, he can retire to seclusion with peace of mind!" the bald brute murmured.

"What? Did the Grand Elder really say that?" Zhu Yuheng asked incredulously.

"Of course, everyone in Zhu Family knows this; why would I lie? If it weren't so, just Miss Mengjie's opposition alone would be unsupported and couldn't make a big impact," said the scar-faced man with a pained expression.

"Just slightly inferior to the Grand Elder... The Grand Elder stepped into the Innate Realm more than ninety years ago, what is his cultivation level now! Miss Mengjie is only slightly behind, how… How did Miss Mengjie cultivate?" Zhu Yuheng muttered to herself in shock. Suddenly, her eyes brightened, "Could it be that Miss Mengjie's reason for opposition is Zhu Bufan?"

"Exactly! Miss Mengjie's reason for opposition is that young master Zhengde is not the eldest legitimate son and does not have the right to inherit the position of Crown Prince," the bald brute said with resentment.

"Oh! That's right, according to the timeline, Zhu Bufan is indeed more than a year older than young master Zhengde!" Zhu Yuheng's eyes flickered, as she pondered something. Then she looked at the bald brute, "So, what are you two planning to do now?"

"Humph, I originally thought this little beast should have died long ago, but not only is he alive and well, but he also possesses strong strength. Hehe, a thirteen-year-old Fifth Rank Martial Artist, that talent is indeed not bad!" Scar-faced man sneered.

"That level of talent is nothing special in Zhu Mansion of You State, at best it's considered above average. What I'm worried about is..." the bald brute spoke with a gloomy expression and a harsh tone.

"Big brother, what are you worried about then?" the scar-faced man asked anxiously.

Glancing at Zhu Yuheng, the bald brute continued: "Have you ever considered, a child with such talent and strength, but has been enduring in the shadows for over a decade, portraying the incompetence of a waste perfectly, enduring countless insults and ridicule, just to eke out a meager existence for these many years. His will must have been tempered to be incredibly tenacious. If it were you, could you do it? How long could you endure?" he questioned the scar-faced man.

"I... I..." The scar-faced man's face turned red, unable to utter a complete sentence.

A trace of surprise flashed through Zhu Yuheng's eyes, not expecting this burly and rough man to have such keen insight. A sense of caution rose discreetly within her. "No wonder Lady Xu sent these two brothers along!"