All of the Four Nine Immortal Sect members were a little excited.
"Are we going to be able to see powerful beings from all over the world soon?" Long Aotian's battle intent surged as he spoke with an excited expression.
"I want to see how many familiar faces there are on this new Tai Chu Continent." Xiao Tu was also very curious, and a warm smile appeared on his face.
"As expected of the Celestial Court. As expected of a top-tier power." Tang Ximen sighed with emotion.
"If our Four Nine Immortal Sect could also hold a celebration of this caliber, I wonder how much money we could earn." Xiao Ze was a little envious.
An Lin drew a sharp intake of breath before also speaking with excitement, "Just the congratulatory gifts alone would probably exceed a hundred million!"
"Not only that, but if we could expand the scope of our invitations and hold more events, we could easily earn over a hundred million!"
"There's no point thinking about these things now. We have to work hard to make the sect more powerful." Xuanyuan Cheng's fighting spirit seemed to have been ignited, and he looked up into the sky with a burning desire in his heart.
"The path to riches is right before our eyes. We have to work hard to achieve even greater glory!" An Lin made a concluding speech as the sect leader.
"Go!"
Su Qianyun raised her little fist into the air as she spoke in her mellow voice.
"Go!"
"Go!"
All of the other sect members cheered for themselves.
Lin Junjun: "…"
Wasn't the topic of discussion a little off? Why was the situation developing in a different direction from what she had envisioned?
What happened to praising and envying the Celestial Court? Why did the topic suddenly change to how to make money from a celebration?!
Where's your ambition? Where's your integrity?!
Lin Junjun roared in her heart, but she still wore a graceful smile on her face.
The Heavenly Peach Banquet hadn't officially commenced yet.
Everyone had fun on the little green island.
After eating fruits in the Myriad Fruit Orchard, they went to the Heavenly Pond to play in the water, sunbathe on the Golden Sun Mountain, and eat ice cream at the Mystic Ice Pagoda …
Under Lin Junjun's guidance, they walked and played along the way. Before they knew it, they had visited all of the interesting attractions on the Little Green Island.
"The Heavenly Palace is up ahead, which is the main venue for the Heavenly Peach Banquet. Two thousand representatives will be here to experience the most unforgettable celebration of their lives!" Lin Junjun introduced.
In front of everyone, an extremely magnificent palace appeared in their field of vision.
It was completely constructed from the most exquisite Immortal Jade, and its main colors were white and gold, causing it to seem extremely sacred and dignified. It was a few hundred meters tall and occupied an extremely large area.
An Lin felt that this palace could easily accommodate tens of thousands of people, let alone a few thousand.
"Hi, An Lin, we meet again!" Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from behind him.
An Lin turned around and saw a few stone golems walking over with smiles on their faces.
"Senior Yue Dou!" At the same time, he turned to Hong Dou with a hint of a smile on his face. "Hong Dou, you're also participating in the Heavenly Peach Banquet?"
Hong Dou blushed upon hearing this, and a scorching flame ignited in his chest. "Don't look down on me! Why can't I participate? I'm a top-tier prodigy among the younger generation of the Creation Realm!"
"Yes yes yes, you're a prodigy," An Lin replied in a perfunctory manner.
The noodle monster wrapped a noodle around Hong Dou's neck and chortled with glee. "I've watched Hong Dou grow up. Even though he's not progressing very quickly, his foundation is extremely solid, and he's taking it one step at a time. There's a good chance that he'll become a top-tier mighty figure in the future!"
An Lin looked at the monster whose body was covered by a red and white bowl. The soup within the bowl was rippling, and the noodles were waving like tentacles. "You are?" An Lin asked in surprise.
Yue Dou laughed heartily. "I forgot to mention, this is the Holy Lord Noodle, a Return to Void Final Stage mighty figure of the Hall of Creation and the most powerful being in the world of ramen!"
An Lin's mouth gaped open in shock as he stared at the noodle monster. "It's an honor to meet you …"
Ye Ling was drooling off to the side. "It smells so good!"
The Holy Lord Noodle's entire body was exuding an extremely fragrant aroma.
That was most likely its body fragrance.
Tang Ximen was in despair. He was even inferior to a noodle monster now!
All of the other Four Nine Immortal Sect members were also staring at the noodle monster before them with astonishment and amazement.
However, the world was vast, and anything could happen.
Even a snail could become a mythological beast, so a Return to Void Stage noodle monster seemed to make sense.
The representative of the White Fox Tribe, Bai Muyu, had also arrived.
She tugged on Bai Yao's arm and chided her in a quiet voice, "Look at you! Are you bullying Xiao Chou again? Look, he's gotten skinnier!"
Bai Yao's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment as she stammered in a quiet voice.
An Lin fell into deep thought upon seeing this, and he tugged on Xu Xiaolan's slender little hand. "Look, Xu Xiaolan, he's getting more and more comfortable, and he's getting more and more exhausted … Xiao Chou is so blessed! When have I ever been as blessed as he is?"
Xu Xiaolan faltered for an instant before instantly understanding.
She pinched An Lin's arm with an embarrassed expression. "Look at you! Perverted! Shameless! "
Tina and Ye Ling blinked with confusion on their faces. They didn't know why Xu Xiaolan was yelling at An Lin. Had he said something wrong?
Only Da Bai stood off to the side and chuckled with relish.
"Sect Leader An Lin." A crisp call sounded in the distance.
An Lin turned to discover a dozen lavishly dressed people making their way toward him.
The one leading the group was a purple-robed woman with a vibrant smile on her face, and she waved at him.
"Princess Xiang Qingya." An Lin greeted her with a faint smile.
Xiang Qingya made her way over to him and extended a respectful curtsey before speaking in a gentle voice, "Sect Leader An Lin, I still haven't repaid you for what you did for me. I've brought some gifts for you today, and I hope you can accept them. "
She pulled out a storage ring from her storage ring as she spoke before handing it to An Lin.
An Lin accepted the gift without any hesitation. After all, he didn't reject any gifts that came his way.
"I am the emperor of the Dark Wind Imperial Family, Xiang Fengyi. Thank you again, Sect Leader An Lin, for saving my daughter's life." A scholarly man led a few other people to express their gratitude toward An Lin in a very friendly manner.
An Lin was also happy to make a few more allies, and they conversed happily with one another.
Not long after this, an extremely terrifying aura suddenly caused the air around them to congeal.
An Lin felt as if someone was holding a sword to his heart!
This was an extremely dangerous and terrifying threat of death!
Before An Lin had even made a move, Liu Qianhuan's voice sounded.
"Liu Mingxuan, have you gone mad?!" Liu Qianhuan's voice sounded, and she was almost roaring with rage. This is the Celestial Court! What do you want? "
The pressure on An Lin instantly disappeared.
An Lin slowly turned around and was greeted by the sight of a handsome man in a flowing robe leading close to thirty powerful sword cultivators toward him.
It was the Heavenly Sword Sect, one of the four great sects in the Kingdom of the Nine States!
"Liu Mingxuan, if you do this again, don't come to the Heavenly Peach Banquet." A frosty expression appeared on Lin Junjun's face as she spoke in a cold voice.
She didn't like people threatening her friends with their auras.
"It's just an exchange of pointers. Don't do it again."
Liu Mingxuan laughed heartily. Then, he turned his gaze toward An Lin.
"Sect Leader An Lin, how have you been?" The man asked with a warm smile, as if nothing had happened.
"I've been fine. It's just that there have been too many cultivators wanting to enter the Four Nine Immortal Sect recently, so I've been a little overwhelmed," An Lin replied with a smile.
"Oh? You're the one who has to care about all the random cultivators who want to enter the sect? Does the Four Nine Immortal Sect accept just anyone? "Liu Mingxuan was a little surprised.
"There's gold in the sand, so I have to make a careful selection. For example, I can only accept disciples like Sun Yuluo who have decent aptitudes and a sword spirit," An Lin replied with a nonchalant expression.
The veins on Liu Mingxuan's forehead bulged.
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