The poorest rich man novel (Chen Hao) novel Chapter 506

Although winter had already passed in Kongming Island, the place was freezing and heavy snow had been falling non-stop for three days and three nights before stopping.

The place was freezing and the whole island was covered in a layer of silver.

Yet, in front of the entrance of a stone cave, there were many men dressed in black standing there respectfully, and they were all high-ranking officials of the Soul Palace.

“According to my estimation, it’s almost time,” Uncle Wen said to a few other fellow leaders.

As he spoke, a shower of snowflakes stirred up and fell on their faces.

Next, there was a loud booming noise as the thick stone door opened slowly.

Everybody looked over and saw an old man and a youth walk out.

“Congratulations, Young Lord Palace, for the completion of your training!” everybody stood up straight and shouted.

Chen Diancang laughed loudly. “Alright, go and get ready for the feast. Today, in the Soul Palace, I won’t leave until I’m drunk.”

Obviously, his mood was very good.

When Uncle Wen nodded his head, his gaze stopped on Chen Hao.

The Chen Hao today was completely different from Chen Hao half a year ago.

His clothes were torn and his torso was bare.

His torso was full of powerful muscles and his hair was a mess; he had grown a beard on his face too.

But Uncle Wen’s gaze was sharp because he discovered that although the snowflakes that fell on their bodies would quickly melt away, nothing happened to those that fell on Chen Hao’s body.

Uncle Wen’s eyes twitched.

He was a member of the Chen Family himself, and had started following Chen Diancang a long time ago.

He was very familiar with the time when Chen Diancang was freed upon completing his training

However, this time, Chen Hao gave him a different feeling.

The feeling was that… he was even more powerful than the Lord of the Palace.

Especially that pair of eyes that were serene, but gave one the impression of a tough and cold killer.

This caused Uncle Wen to feel a shiver down his spine.

“Chen Hao, come over after you wash up.” Chen Diancang patted Chen Hao’s shoulder.

“Oh!” Chen Hao nodded and left.

As they passed, the palace’s leaders would all bow down.

In the room’s big bathroom, there was a lot of steam.

At one side, more than ten girls of different ages were working around the area.

Chen Hao closed both his eyes and raised his arms horizontally.

A few girls helped him massage his shoulders and loosen his joints, as well cutting his hair and giving him a clean shave to his beard.

Only then did the few girls realize that this Palace Lord was handsome and his body exuded a masculine aura. The few girls couldn’t help but blush.

After cleaning up, the girls took out a hair dryer to help Chen Hao dry his body, and then helped him to put on a bathrobe.

“ Young Palace Lord, the clothes are ready. It is the suit that you requested,” a girl said shyly.

“Okay, you may leave now,” Chen Hao said faintly.

Chen Hao changed his clothes and took a long breath.

Half a year of pain, and half a year of torture; this day, it was finally over.

As he was fixing his necktie, he heard a voice saying, “Young Palace Lord, let me help you!”

The sudden gentle voice rang by ears and a pair of fair, slender hands gently extended over and touched Chen Hao’s body.

Chen Hao turned around and looked at the well-dressed girl, then, he pinched her chin lightly.

The girl urgently wanted to be of service, because if the Young Palace Lord fancied and favored her, her position in the Soul Palace would be elevated; she would distinguish herself from the sea of pretty girls.

“Get lost!”

However, she never thought that the Young Palace Lord was colder than she imagined.

When he told her to get lost, it was as if the girl was being striked by lightning and her whole body trembled.

“Yes! Young Palace Lord!”