Dragon God Supreme

Chapter 528: Chapter 528: The Heavenly Rank Chapter 528: Chapter 528: The Heavenly Rank On the magnificent steamer, Alchemists and various powerhouses entered their rooms to rest, each according to their ticket number.

The ship had four stories, and the Tian (Heaven) rooms were located on the topmost level.

Everyone envied those strong enough to enter the Tian rooms, as the designation represented their status and entitled them to the highest level of treatment.

Dozens from the Heavenly Human Realm guarded the ship, forbidding anyone from approaching.

The people of Tianhai City could only watch from afar.

“Which room number are you?” a maid asked with a smile.

“Tian,” Feng Wuchen handed over the ticket.

“My lord, please allow this servant to assist you.” Upon hearing the Tian number, the maid’s eyes lit up, and her attitude became extremely respectful.

“Tian number?” Just as the maid was about to take the ticket, someone else snatched it away.

“I take it this Tian number tile must be fake?” a young man asked with a sneer, several other youngsters standing behind him.

“Brother Feng, they are from Zhuge Liancheng’s clique, deliberately looking for trouble,” Liu Qingyang whispered, his face growing colder.

Feng Wuchen nodded slightly, immediately recognizing that the men were Zhuge Liancheng’s people, but not sure which clique’s young masters they were.

“Look at you, staying in a Tian room?” another tall and thin man said with disdain.

The maid stared at the Tian number tile held by the man, her pretty face not showing any sign of change.

On the fourth floor of the steamer, Han Kun watched with a cold gaze.

“It’s you guys again! The Tian room? Hmph! I’ve never heard of anyone staying on the fifth floor of Fairy Sea Tower being able to occupy a Tian room, that must be a fake. You brats are a bit too brazen!” a Fourth Rank Alchemy Master scoffed.

“Lads, you’ve got some nerve using a fake tile! You’re really courting death! There’s a limit to how arrogant you can be, isn’t there?”

“Only the big shots from the seventh layer of Fairy Sea Tower can stay in the Tian rooms, and you really consider yourselves VIPs?”

“Haha! Those few brash lads, VIPs?”

A crowd gathered, among them were Alchemists from the fifth floor of Fairy Sea Tower, who upon hearing that Feng Wuchen and his group were staying in the Tian rooms, took the opportunity to mock them, making things difficult for Feng Wuchen and the rest with their laughter.

Liu Qingyang mockingly sneered, “Tsk tsk, what is it? Are you envious, or are you jealous? Oh dear, a Huang (Yellow) tile, an Xuan (Black) tile, doesn’t seem like much, does it? No wonder you’re green with envy that we’re in the Tian rooms. Can’t stand to see others doing well, can you? I really don’t know what got you up here, your foul mouths perhaps?”

“You brat! How dare you insult us!” a young master bellowed in anger.

“The height of arrogance!” another man yelled furiously.

“So what if I am? What are you going to do about it? Do you have the guts to make a move? I don’t think you have the balls! All this talk about arrogance and insult, I’ve heard it all before!” Liu Qingyang said with cold arrogance.

Liu Qingyang’s sharp words immediately struck a nerve, fanning the flames of their anger.

“We’ll see how long you can keep this up, you little rascals. Holding a fake tile, deceiving people, you’re insulting Tianxianzi, insulting every Alchemist here. Get lost now if you know what’s good for you, otherwise jump into the sea,” the man said coldly, casually throwing the ticket on the ground.

Upon seeing this, the maid’s expression finally changed, turning ice-cold.

“Get lost!” the crowd echoed one after another.

The Alchemists and powerhouses who previously had conflicts with Feng Wuchen and his group now wore smug smiles of schadenfreude.

“The token is authentic.” Just as everyone was smirking and scoffing, the maidservant suddenly spoke up.

At her words, the faces of the crowd instantly transformed, their scorn and schadenfreude solidifying into stiff expressions.

“The Heavenly Token is… real?” The man who had thrown the token onto the ground now wore a look of terror, realizing the trouble he had caused.

“Are you sure it’s real? This old man has been with them on the fifth floor of the Fairy Sea Tower; they couldn’t possibly have the status to stay in a Heavenly suite!” one Fifth Grade Alchemist questioned.

“I refuse to believe they could stay in a Heavenly suite. They’re neither Alchemists nor powerful influencers from great forces, so what right do they have to be in a Heavenly suite? If anyone is to stay there, it should be us, not these few little brats!” another Fifth Grade Alchemist said coldly, putting on an air befitting an Alchemy Master.

“Exactly! They don’t even qualify for a Heavenly suite!” the crowd chimed in unanimously.

“If they hold the Heavenly Token, then they have the right to stay there,” the maidservant stated calmly and confidently, recognizing only the token, not the person.

Moreover, anyone in possession of a Heavenly Token must be a person of great importance.

The token could not be fake; the maidservant was very clear about this, and Heavenly Tokens were only held by the top officials of the Alchemy conference, completely out of reach for ordinary people.

Having said that, the maidservant intended to stoop down to pick up the token but was stopped by Feng Wuchen.

“Let the person who threw it away pick it up,” Feng Wuchen said dispassionately.

Hearing this, the maidservant glanced at Feng Wuchen and then nodded her head.

“You!” The man who had thrown the token turned pale with anger, his teeth clenched in fury but dared not lash out, his body trembling with frustration.

He had intended to embarrass Feng Wuchen and his party, but instead, he had made a fool of himself.

“If you don’t pick it up and Tianxianzi sees it, or if someone were to tell Tianxianzi that you carelessly tossed a Heavenly Token, I’m not sure what would happen to you. I’m afraid even Zhuge Liancheng wouldn’t be able to save you then!” Feng Wuchen said with a playful look.

Upon hearing this, the man’s face drastically changed, and he hurriedly bent down to pick up the Heavenly Token.

Here, no one dared offend Tianxianzi, for the consequences would be death!

“My lord, please,” the maidservant said, taking the Heavenly Token and respectfully leading Feng Wuchen and his party up to the fourth floor.

At this moment, no one dared to interfere any longer; they could only glare as Feng Wuchen and his group ascended.

As they went upstairs, seeing that Feng Wuchen and the young men kept moving up, the crowd became very curious.

Seeing Feng Wuchen and his party go all the way up to the fourth floor, the crowd’s curiosity turned into shock.

“Brother Zhuge, they are staying in a Heavenly suite!” a few young masters reported back.

“What? A Heavenly suite? How is that possible!” Zhuge Liancheng stood up in astonishment, disbelief written all over his face.

“A mere Grand Commander of a small Empire cannot possibly stay in a Heavenly suite; he’s not even qualified. We only have a place in an Earth suite!” Mo Ling’er said, frowning, also deeply shocked.

As the young master of the Zhuge family, Zhuge Liancheng could only arrange an Earth suite for himself, and only his father was qualified for a Heavenly suite. One can imagine how prestigious one must be to stay in a Heavenly suite!

Zhuge Liancheng wasn’t qualified; how could Feng Wuchen and his companions be?

“It’s absolutely true! What they have in their hands is the Heavenly Token!” a man said seriously.

Zhuge Liancheng frowned and said, “The Heavenly suite is reserved for real dignitaries, how could Feng Wuchen and his group stay there? Li Zifei, go immediately to Heavenly suite number six and tell my father to ask the senior Tianxianzi if there has been some mistake.”

“Yes! I’ll go right now!” Li Zifei responded respectfully, nodding his head.