The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3103 - 3098: Unprecedented Promotion of the Steward_1

Despite their attempts to remain unnoticed, it wasn't long after they joined the assembly of stewards that Ye Shan and Yang Chen were approached by others.

Sensing two figures closing in, Yang Chen glanced over to find a man with a horse-like face accompanied by an elder sporting a distinctive figure-eight mustache.

The duo arrived with strange looks directed at Ye Shan, clearly indicating a history of friction between them.

Ye Shan’s face darkened the moment he saw them. "Zhao Tong, Zhou Heng, what is the meaning of this?"

The horse-faced man, Zhao Tong, let out a mocking sneer. "Ye Shan, I’m shocked you have the guts to show up for this steward competition. I’ve been searching for an easy target to crush, and since you’re here, I’m picking you. Haha, I just hope you aren't too pathetic on stage later; don't lose before you even get a chance to strike back."

"Zhao Tong, don’t push me too far. I’ve tolerated your behavior long enough. Do you truly intend to drive me to a dead end?" Ye Shan retorted with a fierce glint in his eyes.

He felt a deep-seated resentment toward these individuals.

At this particular Steward Promotion Conference, the Liu Family’s Patriarch and his daughter, Liu Feiyan, were presiding in person.

As the primary pillars of the Liu Family, their presence signaled how vital this event was to the clan.

"Pushing you? Hahaha! Ye Shan, if you want to blame someone, blame your own incompetence. Don't accuse me of being aggressive. Both Liu Feiyan and the Family Head are hosting this Steward Promotion Conference personally. My goal is to disgrace you in front of the entire crowd. Do you actually believe you can rise to the rank of Senior Steward? That won't happen in this lifetime!" Zhao Tong’s voice was low, laced with cold malice.

A shiver ran through Ye Shan, his gaze burning with hatred, yet he found himself backed into a corner with no retreat.

"Brother Zhao, it looks like Ye Shan has brought a Junior Steward along. Judging by his cultivation level, he’s only at the Demigod Stage? Hahaha!" The elder with the figure-eight mustache chimed in immediately.

"What do they call you?" Zhao Tong asked, a cruel grin spreading across his face as he locked eyes with Yang Chen.

"Yang Chen," he replied calmly.

"Yang Chen... Hehe. If you don't want to end up with broken limbs during this conference, you’d better disappear quietly. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for following a loser. A Demigod hoping to become an Intermediate Executor? You truly don’t know how high the sky is or how thick the earth is. How ridiculous," Zhao Tong sneered.

"Whether or not I earn a promotion to Intermediate Executor isn't something for the two of you to decide," Yang Chen stated.

Upon hearing Yang Chen’s retort, Zhao Tong and the mustache-wearing elder erupted into laughter.

"Hahaha, this is actually amusing."

"Does this brat really have no clue what kind of situation he’s in?"

Zhao Tong licked his lips. "Yang Chen, you and this idiot Ye Shan really are two of a kind. You clearly don't realize that with a flick of my finger, I could make everything you possess vanish instantly."

Ye Shan ground his teeth in fury. "Zhao Tong, if you have a problem with me, deal with me. Why drag others into this?"

"Haha, Ye Shan, stop acting like a saint. I’ve told you before: both you and those around you will suffer. You likely haven't heard, but Steward Zhang Feng is the frontrunner to be named the Housekeeper this time. And I have served him as my master for a long time. My selection as a Senior Steward is already guaranteed. As for you two..." Zhao Tong let out a final sneer.

"Let’s move!"

With those parting words, Zhao Tong and the elder departed one after the other.

Ye Shan’s eyes narrowed in shock. "How can this be? Could the rumors be true? Has he really gained the favor of Steward Zhang Feng?"

Although Yang Chen didn't know the full history between the two, he valued his friendship with Ye Shan. Seeing the man so dejected, Yang Chen felt moved to help.

"Brother Ye Shan, what exactly is the history with those two?" Yang Chen asked, feeling puzzled.

Ye Shan let out a weary sigh. "Before we became stewards for the Liu Family, Zhao Tong tried to force a female cultivator into marriage, and I stepped in to stop it. His plans were ruined, and the matter was dropped. I didn't think much of the grudge back then. I never expected that after joining the Liu Family, his status would skyrocket and his cultivation would surge. He has now reached the True God Stage Great Perfection. I am no match for him, and he still clings to that old grudge, constantly looking for ways to torment me."

Hearing the explanation, Yang Chen finally grasped the situation.

"So that’s the story."

"Brother Yang Chen, you should probably leave. If Zhao Tong truly serves under Steward Zhang Feng, he likely has half the stewards at his beck and call. We don't have the power to fight back. Furthermore, your cultivation is only at the Demigod Stage; if you stand against him, you will surely suffer," Ye Shan said, his face clouded with sorrow.

Yang Chen countered, "Then why don't you leave, Brother Ye Shan?"

Ye Shan looked back with stubborn determination. "Even if it's a gamble, I have to try. I must become a Senior Steward."

Seeing this, Yang Chen shook his head slightly. Ye Shan was an honorable man—stubborn to a fault and unwilling to retreat from a challenge.

"In that case," Yang Chen said, "I won't be leaving either."

"Brother Yang Chen, why are you being so unrealistic?" Ye Shan asked anxiously.

Yang Chen remained perfectly composed. "Haha, Brother Ye Shan, if nothing else, I have a fair amount of confidence regarding this promotion."

"You are still young and have many chances ahead of you. Why insist on being humiliated in front of the Family Head and the Young Lady? You’ll be cutting off your own future," Ye Shan sighed heavily.

Despite the warning, Yang Chen was unmoved.

While others felt the need to impress Liu Feiyan and her father, he felt no such pressure.

As they spoke, the tension among the gathered stewards suddenly spiked.

Yang Chen noticed a vibrant rainbow appearing in the sky, from which two figures descended. It was Liu Feiyan, accompanied by a middle-aged man.

This man radiated a terrifying aura of power, clearly marking him as a master of the Nirvana Stage—he was undoubtedly Liu Jinghong, the Patriarch of the Liu Family!

With his hands clasped behind him, Liu Jinghong walked forward and spoke with a booming voice. "This Steward Promotion Conference is of immense importance to me. We will follow the traditional rules, but I shall personally oversee every step of the process. The strong shall rise and be promoted to higher ranks."

"However, before we begin, there is a special announcement. My daughter, Liu Feiyan, will deliver it."

Liu Jinghong quickly deferred to his daughter, seemingly uninterested in handling the minor details.

Liu Feiyan stepped forward with grace, her voice gentle yet clear. "At every Promotion Conference, there is a single opening for a direct promotion to Housekeeper. I assume you are all well aware of this!"