Chapter 218 If You Want to Die, Come Here

Soon, his men opened the scroll for the eldest son.

The eldest son personally picked up the dagger and cut a long slit in the middle of the painting paper.

The scene was so silent that you could hear a pin drop, and everyone's breathing almost froze.

If this was a mistake, the eldest son's knife would destroy an authentic painting worth 500,000 taels of silver!

"Is this painting real or fake?"

Everyone had the same question in their minds, and they couldn't wait to know the answer to this question.

Mu Erye was the closest. After the eldest son cut the painting paper, he immediately leaned over to take a closer look. After reading it, he took a breath and stopped talking.

"What's the matter, second brother, is the painting real or fake?"

Mu Sanniang asked anxiously beside her. She really hoped that the painting was authentic. If so, Su Chen would have caused a terrible disaster.

But seeing the expression of Mu Erye, Mu Sanniang had a bad feeling in her heart.

Mu Baye couldn't wait that long, he strode over and observed closely like Mu Erye.

Then, Mu Baye immediately shouted in surprise: "This... the painting force did not penetrate the back of the paper at all, and the paint floated completely on the paper. This is a fake painting."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was not calm.

"Is it impossible?"

"No way, is this painting really fake?"

The eldest son's expression was also very ugly. At the moment he cut the painting paper, he had already seen that this painting was indeed fake as Su Chen said.

What the eldest son couldn't accept was that the painting he spent a lot of money to buy was actually fake.

Seeing that the eldest son looked unpredictable, Mu Baye smiled and said, "Eldest son, this is actually a good thing. Think about it, if you hadn't discovered that this painting was fake and really presented this scroll to the prince as a birthday gift, the result would be unpredictable."

The eldest son's expression eased up, and he knew that what Mu Baye said made sense. If he really presented this fake painting at the birthday banquet of Prince Anyang, he would definitely lose the favor of Prince Anyang, and he would never think of competing for the position of heir to the throne in the future.

So, from this perspective, it is actually a good thing for the eldest son to find out that the painting is fake.

However, psychologically, the eldest son still couldn't accept that his money was wasted.

"Tsk, I didn't expect this painting to be fake."

Mu Sanniang muttered in dissatisfaction. In her opinion, Su Chen must have been talking nonsense when he said that the painting was fake, but he just happened to guess it right.

"How is this possible?"

The genius surnamed Zhang was petrified. No matter how hard he thought, he could not imagine that this painting was actually a fake.

He had just said in public that if this painting was fake, he would eat the table leg. As a result, now, this painting is actually fake.

"Grand Prince, I, I..." The genius surnamed Zhang was at a loss and could only ask for help from the Grand Prince.

But before he could finish his words, the Grand Prince spoke and said coldly to him: "Eat the table leg."

After the Grand Prince spoke, the genius surnamed Zhang's face suddenly became uglier than crying. He had to bite the bullet and walked to a table, took off a table leg, put it in his mouth and chewed it, making a crackling sound.

He was a genius of the seventh level of the Condensation Realm. Naturally, his teeth and strength were not weak, so chewing the table leg was no problem. But when he swallowed it, the expression on his face was simply colorful.

Many people from the Mu family who were present secretly suppressed their laughter.

At the same time, many people from the Mu family also secretly cast a different look at Su Chen. Before, they didn't understand why Grandpa Mu kept Su Chen at home, but after this incident, they seemed to understand the Grandpa's approach.

At such a young age, he can distinguish the authenticity of Master Mu Lan's paintings. This is definitely not an ordinary person.

"What's your name?"

The eldest son suddenly asked Su Chen unexpectedly.

"Reporting to the eldest son, he is Su Chen, a guest of the old man. Oh, by the way, he is also a freshman at Anyang College."

Mr. Mu Ba hurriedly answered for Su Chen.

The eldest son nodded and looked at Su Chen. From his expression, it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry with Su Chen.

Su Chen looked indifferent, and accepted the eldest son's look calmly, without any trace of nervousness.

"Bold Su Chen!"

The eldest prince suddenly shouted, "Do you know what crime you should be punished for?"

The prince was angry, and the whole banquet hall suddenly fell silent!

Everyone was a little confused. Su Chen reminded the eldest prince that the painting was fake. Wasn't this a great achievement?

Why should he be punished?

Only Mr. Mu and others understood.

With the eldest prince's proud character, if you told him privately that the painting was fake, it would be a great achievement, and he might even reward you heavily.

However, you openly said in public that the painting bought by the eldest prince was fake. Isn't this equivalent to telling everyone that the eldest prince is blind?

In this case, it is reasonable for the eldest prince to be angry.

"Your Highness."

At this time, Sun Yaozu's voice also rang, "Your Highness, let me punish Su Chen on your behalf."

As he said that, Sun Yaozu's momentum shook, and he walked towards Su Chen.

Seeing this, Mr. Mu Ba hurriedly shouted: "Sun Yaozu, stop it quickly, Mr. Su Chen is the guest of our old man."

Sun Yaozu snorted coldly, ignored Mr. Mu Ba, and continued to walk forward. You are the guest of Mr. Mu, so what, the person you offended is the eldest prince.

"Boy, I hope you can understand when you become a ghost that there are some people in this world that cannot be offended." Sun Yaozu said grimly, and a pressure from the transformation realm was released from him, suffocating.

Su Chen stared at Sun Yaozu for a moment, but suddenly smiled faintly and said, "You talk too much nonsense. Come if you want to die."

Hiss!

Everyone present couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Su Chen's words were too arrogant.

You are a warrior of the seventh level of Condensation Realm. What can you say this to a genius of the Transformation Realm?

Even those who looked at Su Chen differently just now couldn't help but sweat for Su Chen at this moment, thinking that Su Chen's performance was a bit too arrogant.

"Tsk!"

Sun Yaozu sneered disdainfully and slapped Su Chen with a palm.

Whoosh!

The palm wind was heavy, like a mountain.

Su Chen raised his fist to meet it.

Boom! The two of them slammed into each other, evenly matched.

Where the fists and palms intersected, energy overflowed, and the surrounding tables and chairs cracked one after another. Many bowls and chopsticks on the table were broken into powder because they could not withstand the pressure.