The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3104 - 3099: The Newly Promoted, Yang Chen_1

Upon hearing this, many in the crowd nodded in agreement, as they were well-acquainted with how these matters functioned.

It was precisely because they understood the situation that a wave of envy washed over them. After all, any individual promoted to steward against the norm would experience a meteoric rise, reaching a status nearly equal to the Liu Family's inner circle.

Once one attained the rank of steward, the position of a deacon became utterly trivial by comparison.

The eyes of the crowd shifted toward a man standing subtly at the very front of the gathering.

This man possessed an unusual appearance, characterized by black hair and a contrasting white beard. His mere presence caused the surrounding deacons to pull back several paces out of instinctual fear, a gesture that clearly illustrated his high standing.

His name was known to everyone present.

He was Zhang Feng, a man whose Cultivation had reached the Middle Stage of the Enlightenment Realm, and he was already on the verge of breaking through to the Late Enlightenment Period.

His strength and status were unrivaled among the senior deacons; thus, if a steward were to be promoted through exceptional means, he was the obvious first choice.

This was the same Zhang Feng that Zhao Tong had just mentioned.

At that moment, Zhao Tong stood at Zhang Feng's side with a sycophantic grin: "Mr. Zhang Feng, this promotion to steward will surely be yours. Once you have ascended to that position, please do not forget to look after us."

With a smile playing on his lips and his hands clasped behind his back, Zhang Feng replied: "Have no fear, Zhao Tong. I shall remember your kindness. Given your years of steadfast loyalty to me, I will ensure you take over my current post once I am steward."

"I am deeply grateful for your favor, Mr. Zhang Feng!" Zhao Tong was filled with joy, already visualizing his future as a senior steward.

Zhang Feng narrowed his eyes and looked forward, calmly waiting for the official announcement.

He felt confident, having spent a long time paying his respects to both Liu Feiyan and Liu Jinghong. In his mind, it was only natural that he would be the primary candidate for such a prestigious promotion.

Suddenly, Liu Feiyan drew the gaze of everyone in attendance.

Standing with her hands folded, her red lips parted slightly as she spoke in a soft voice: "The individual chosen for this special promotion to steward must be the most exceptional talent within our Liu family, and the one most deserving of the family's resources."

Zhang Feng's brow twitched slightly upon hearing this.

He was already advanced in years; could he truly be described as a talent in need of training?

However, after a moment's thought, he dismissed it as mere polite rhetoric and waited patiently for her to conclude.

Liu Feiyan’s lips moved again: "Therefore, the person selected for this special promotion is named Yang Chen."

"Yang Chen?"

"Who on earth is that?"

"It isn't Steward Zhang Feng? That makes no sense."

"Even if it isn't Zhang Feng, we've never even heard the name Yang Chen before. Does anyone here actually know him?"

As the crowd erupted into hushed discussions, Zhang Feng—who had practically already heard his own name in his mind—felt his head throb. He could hardly believe what his ears were telling him.

The deacon being promoted wasn't him?

How could this be possible!

Yet, the one most stunned was Zhao Tong, standing right next to Zhang Feng. He was already reeling from the fact that Zhang Feng had been passed over.

But when the name Yang Chen registered, his shock deepened into horror.

Yang Chen? Yang Chen? Wasn't that the young Demigod who had just joined Ye Shan's group? Could it be the same person?

"It has to be a coincidence! It must be!" Zhao Tong's face darkened with intensity, his brow furrowed as he desperately tried to deny the reality of the situation.

Nearby, Ye Shan was equally staggered. He stared at Yang Chen with wide eyes, completely speechless and paralyzed by the revelation.

Liu Feiyan continued her announcement: "Many of you likely do not know Brother Yang Chen. Despite his youth, he has already entered the Enlightenment Stage and is highly worthy of our family's cultivation. Furthermore, he recently saved my life. Granting him this position is the only way I can begin to repay such a debt. Brother Yang Chen, I hope you will accept."

Realizing it was his cue, Yang Chen stood up and replied with a calm expression: "Miss Liu is being too modest. Since you are granting me this position, I have no reason to be dissatisfied."

While the title of steward meant little to him, the resources and salary attached to the role were vital for restoring his lost strength.

When Yang Chen stood, a new wave of astonishment swept through the area.

"We've never seen this youth before!"

"He is incredibly young."

"When did the Liu family acquire such a person? I missed my chance to curry favor with him; what a wasted opportunity!"

The surprise extended even to Liu Jinghong. Standing with his hands behind his back, he studied Yang Chen’s youthful features. It appeared his daughter had not been exaggerating in her reports.

Had she not emphasized Yang Chen's youth and potential, he might not have agreed to give the position—originally intended for Zhang Feng—to a newcomer.

Meanwhile, Zhang Feng was consumed by a sense of injustice. He was furious that a position he considered guaranteed had been snatched away.

"Young Lady, I must protest!" Zhang Feng ground his teeth.

"On what grounds do you disagree?" Liu Feiyan asked, her gaze steady and cold.

She was well aware of his resentment, but in the Liu family, she and her father held absolute authority.

Zhang Feng opened his mouth to argue, but as he sensed the Qi radiating from Yang Chen, he realized it was no weaker than his own. Combined with the boy's immense youth, he found his arguments crumbling.

Being a pragmatist, Zhang Feng realized he had lost his standing and decided to pivot. He lowered his head and said: "It is nothing. Brother Yang Chen possesses great strength for his age and is indeed a fitting choice for steward."

Yang Chen was slightly impressed by Zhang Feng's quick wit and ability to adapt to a losing situation.

However, Zhao Tong was far from composed.

The man was drenched in a cold sweat. Remembering Yang Chen’s Enlightenment Stage power and his new status as steward, Zhao Tong trembled violently as he recalled his previous arrogance toward the youth.

If Yang Chen decided to retaliate, Zhao Tong would be crushed like an insect.

Even Zhang Feng had been forced to yield; a mere intermediate executor like himself wouldn't even be able to make a sound in opposition.

"Zhang... Mr. Zhang Feng... I have something to confess," Zhao Tong stammered.

"What is it?" Zhang Feng asked, his eyes narrowing.

With a look of pure misery, Zhao Tong whispered: "Sir... I have already offended Mr. Yang Chen."

"What? You did what?" Zhang Feng recoiled.

Zhao Tong proceeded to explain the details of their encounter.

As Zhang Feng listened, his face grew grim before he barked: "Get away from me! Never claim to be my subordinate again. From this moment on, there is no connection between us."

Having heard the story, Zhang Feng had no intention of protecting Zhao Tong. He severed their ties immediately, already calculating how to convince Yang Chen that he had no part in Zhao Tong's behavior.