The Immortal's Wine Store

Chapter 91 - Third Prince\'s Fury

When the third prince stepped inside the store, he was surprised. "Oh? The owner does have some tricks up his sleeve indeed." He muttered and then glanced around as if he was searching for something. When his gaze locked onto the four Earth Origin Dragon Tree, his eyes flashed with greed, but he hurriedly concealed it.

Theia glanced at him coldly after seeing the avaricious look of the third prince, but when she felt his strength, the coldness in her eyes turned into disdain. She harrumphed and no longer bothered looking at the latter. "Just a puny 5th-rank Spirit realm cultivator and he dares to covet my master’s Earth Origin Dragon Tree? Hmph!"

The third prince found himself a seat near one of the Earth Origin Dragon Trees. He could not help but feel fascinated by the spiritual plant. Just the refreshing air it exuded erased the feeling of fatigue that he felt from his left long journey.

"This is truly a divine treasure! According to the historical record from our imperial library, the fruit from an Earth Origin Dragon Tree is capable of helping an expert at the peak of the 8th-rank Divine realm to break through to the 9th-rank Saint! If I eat one of its fruits, I wonder if I will be able to break through to the 6th-rank King realm right away?" The third prince muttered to himself with a heated gaze.

The third prince’s name is Erevard Silveria. He was known for his great bravery and talent in commanding an army. He was also present during the last battle between the Silver Wing Empire and the Blue Fang Empire and had even gained himself huge merit for valiantly leading his army into a charge that significantly destroyed the formation of the Blue Fang Empire’s frontline. The Silver Wing Empire’s victory at that time was largely to his credit.

He was a battle maniac and despite his young age, he was already at the peak stage of the 5th-rank Spirit realm. However, because of his contributions to the Silver Wing Empire, Prince Erevard became more arrogant as time passed by.

"Where’s the waitress here?! Why are the staffs so slow?!" He grumbled coldly, making the other customers glance his way.

"Isn’t that guy his highness the third prince?" Someone was able to identify Prince Erevard after one look since the latter was quite popular among the hot-blooded men.

"Tone down your voice, idiot. The third prince looks displeased so it’s best that we avoid getting his attention."

"You’re right, but what could have made the third prince lose his temper?"

"Do I look like someone who knows something?"

The third prince crossed his legs and said to one of his servants with an impatient tone. "Go get the waitress of this store so we can order something!"

The servant bowed his head and left with huge strides.

A moment later, the servant came back with Lu Sulan following closely behind him.

Prince Erevard was surprised when he saw Lu Sulan. He had seen countless beautiful young maidens from the noble families but none of them were as beautiful as the woman in front of him.

Lu Sulan’s icy blue hair swayed as she walked with elegant steps. She then stopped in front of the third prince and said with an apologetic tone. "I sincerely apologize to have made you wait for so long, dear guest."

Prince Erevard’s expression lightened up a bit. He smiled and stood up from his seat and walked near Lu Sulan. "Young lady, my name is Erevard Silveria, third prince of the Silver Wing Empire. May I have the honor of knowing your name?" He said while putting up a gentle look.

Lu Sulan knitted her eyebrows and took a step back. She was about to speak when a rough voice interrupted her.

"Boy! Who do you think you are to talk like that to Sect Mistress Lu?!" Hu Xiandao stood up from his seat and walked towards the third prince with heavy strides. The four other barbarians followed behind him while looking at the third prince and his group with cold stares.

Prince Erevard was stunned at the scene. Someone actually dared to talk condescendingly to him?

The third prince’s gaze darkened as he looked at Hu Xiandao and his men. He could not read the latter’s strength, but considering the strong and vigorous aura that gushed out of this single-armed barbarian’s body, the third prince could immediately tell that this guy was a high-level body strengthening expert. However, he remained calm amidst the towering presence of Hu Xiandao.

Hu Xiandao was internally surprised at how the third prince was able to remain collected. He glared at Prince Erevard and said with a cold voice. "Little bastard, do you not know the identity of this lady here?"

Lu Sulan indifferently watched them and refused to intervene. Although she was working as a waitress in her master’s store, she didn’t want her dignity as a top expert to be stepped on even by a prince.

Prince Erevard frowned and a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes when he heard Hu Xiandao call him ’little bastard’. It was the first time that someone has spoken to him in such a rude and disdainful tone, but he held himself back from attacking when he heard Hu Xiandao’s words. ’From his words, it seems that this woman doesn’t have a simple background. Who could she be?’

"Listen carefully, little bastard. Standing in front of you is the Sect Mistress of the Ice Cloud Sword Sect, an expert at the 8th-rank Divine realm!" Hu Xiandao’s gaze was filled with contempt as he spoke those words.

Prince Erevard could not help but feel his heart turning cold when he learned about Lu Sulan’s identity. He hurriedly calmed himself and bowed his head slightly. "Greetings, Sect Mistress Lu. I’m sorry about my behavior earlier. I hope you can forgive this lowly prince."

Even his father had to act humbly in front of Lu Sulan, so Prince Erevard didn’t dare neglect her.

"Coward!" Hu Xiandao muttered under his breath, but the third prince heard it loud and clear since there was only a small distance between them.

Prince Erevard suppressed his fury as he muttered coldly in his heart. ’You damned barbarian! Just you wait! After I finish my matters, I’ll make sure to slice that tongue of yours!’