Chapter 116: Saving the Arrogant, Tsundere, Ruthless Blood Hunter 11

"Cousin, are you still okay?"

Chu Yin was dressed in overly luxurious silk robes, completely unsuitable for someone coming to participate in the Life-and-death Selection.

"Are you blind?"

Chu Tang glanced at him askance.

"What are you saying, cousin…… I'm perfectly fine, how could I be blind?"

"Then you not seeing me sitting here means nothing is wrong?"

Chu Tang tilted her head, "What do you want to see? My appearance after being tortured by Lanselot?"

Chu Yin was choked, not knowing what to say, and after a moment raised a smile.

"It seems you've been doing well at Lanselot Your Highness's castle these days, so I won't worry."

"Yes. Staying away from you and Volke, I'm doing fine."

Chu Tang tapped the teacup lightly with her fingertip, a bit impatient, "Anything else?"

"I'm just here to check on you, cousin; if you don't want to see me, I'll leave so I'm not annoying anyone."

Chu Yin seemed aggrieved, sat back in the seat of honor, lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Their interaction wasn't quiet, and others overheard it.

Originally things were fairly calm; Chu Tang thought after eating she'd go out to wait for Jin Chen to find her, but instead one interruption followed another.

"Wow, who is that person? So cool!"

"Ahhh, I think I know— the young lord of Ruoshui City! Cang Li! He actually came too!"

Midway through the banquet, a few people arrived late.

The leading youth had an arrogant expression, ordinary looks, yet was surrounded by those behind him, his gaze toward the other banquet attendees full of contempt.

As if he had already obtained honor.

Seeing others' envious or surprised eyes, Cang Li felt pleased, scanned the room, and finally set his sights on the head of the banquet table.

Chu Yin was seated there.

Cang Li had never seen him before, so he certainly wasn't a scion of a noble clan.

"I want to sit here, get up."

He radiated a fierce aura, his entourage emboldened by him, his tone unfriendly: "Did you hear? This is Young Master Cang!"

Chu Yin frowned weakly, put down his chopsticks, "But I'm already seated; you should be looking for an empty spot."

"What nonsense! I haven't even arrived yet, and you dare to take the seat of honor!"

Cang Li couldn't stand such pretentiousness, "Will you move or not?"

Chu Yin was startled by the outburst, feeling wronged, he looked toward Chu Tang, who was eating calmly not far away, "Brother……"

Everyone turned their heads again, glaring at his gaze.

Chu Tang: "……"

Nutcase.

"Yo, you came together?"

Cang Li sneered, "The two brothers look alike, weaklings!"

Chu Tang put down his chopsticks, turned to look at the few people glaring over, "I'm not familiar with him, don't attack indiscriminately."

Only then did Cang Li get a clear look at Chu Tang's appearance.

A flash of jealousy crossed his eyes, he silently cursed "white face".

After all, the blood clan values looks above all; if it weren't for my father's strong recommendation, I might not have gotten in.

"White face, looking like that, are you here to join the Life-and-death Selection, or to peddle yourself to the royal nobility?"

"None of your business, don't bother me."

Chu Tang frowned, finding them very noisy.

"Hey! You brat! Want to die?"

Upon hearing that, Cang Li's lackey behind him immediately flew into a rage, charging forward to shove Chu Tang, but Chu Tang dodged sideways and struck two fingers together onto an acupoint.

"Ah—"

The lackey cried out in pain, collapsed to the ground, groaning, feeling his tailbone about to break, unable to stand for a while.

The banquet hall crowd's gaze toward Chu Tang shifted in an instant.

Seeing his lackey beaten in public, Cang Li felt humiliated, his forehead veins bulging with anger, and he immediately wanted to rush forward.

His other lackeys also surrounded Chu Tang on all sides.

"You little punk! Today I'll give you a proper lesson! You're also someone who's never seen the world, not even recognizing me!"

Cang Li cursed, raised his fist, and prepared to strike.

Chu Tang rose, his delicate face icy, he moved his wrist, bent his elbow to block the fist, then shifted sideways, kicked out, and used the recoil to throw a punch.

After just three moves, Cang Li was already at a disadvantage.

Seated at the head, Chu Yin gave a faint smile, a flicker of pride in his eyes, and lowered his head to sip tea.

At that moment, in the main banquet hall.

Jin Chen sat bored beside Houston, even yawning.

The other blood clansmen seated below, regardless of their mood, did not spare a word of flattery toward Houston.

Houston listened so much his ears developed calluses.

"Your Majesty, for this Nether Slaughter Island selection, is there still a need for an examiner?"

A blood clansman asked.

"Hmm."

Houston took a sip of wine and answered lazily.

"Then… has the King chosen someone?"

The blood clan member asked again, his eyes darting probing, looking toward the main seats of Your Highness Lanselot and Your Highness Volk.

Only because those two princes didn't want to go did it fall to these nobles.

Going to Nether Slay Island as an examiner means that, during this half month, all the weak humans who failed their missions can be used as food.

Just thinking about this duty feels wonderful.

Volk was originally angry about this seating, but Houston arranged for Lanselot to sit on equal footing with him, which instead placed Volk beneath them.

But when hearing about the selection of examiners, his attitude became a bit more restrained.

"Brother King, I want to be this term's examiner."

Volk tried to soften his tone.

Houston looked surprised: "You want to go? That's really unfortunate; Lanselot also wants to go, and I've already given him the examiner's appointment."

"What a pity; you can go next time."

"If you're still alive in 300 years, then it's you and Lanselot who have a problem."

Houston went along with the pretense, wearing a false smile.

"Lanselot also wants to go? Don't end up going mad on the island and harming those humans."

Volk sneered, then after a moment felt something was off—Lanselot has always hated humans; how could he possibly serve as examiner for so many humans?

"Could it be for Chu Tang?"

The blood clan members present wondered, "Who is Chu Tang?"

Jin Chen raised his eyebrows, again borrowing the original host's crazy persona, and violently smashed the wine cup in his hand onto Volk's head.

"You're not worthy to mention his name."

Houston:?? What? That human boy also has something to do with Volk?

The blood clan:!!

What a classic line of love and hatred!

Volk was bewildered: "How has Lanselot become crazier lately! Is the forbidden drug still taking effect?!"

He dodged, roaring, "Lanselot! You're sick! You took my blood servant from me—I can't even mention him!"

"How much do you enjoy abusing your subordinates and blood servants? Do you need me to jog your memory?"

Jin Chen hurled another golden wine cup over, his tone brutal.

"You!" Volk, under the probing gazes of the blood clan, said, "Yes, those lowly blood servants—do I need your permission to dispose of them?"

"Lanselot, you're becoming more and more backward as you live."

Jin Chen, seeing his goal achieved, stopped.

Then, as if suddenly regaining his senses, he sat down, took a new wine cup, and continued drinking.

One only needs to let others know that he and Volk are already irreconcilable to this extent; thereafter, if he wants to kill again, the justification will be all the more sufficient.

"Your Highness, the humans in the Side Banquet Hall have started fighting."

Kid heard the subordinate's report and hurried forward.