That rich-looking Derived Immortal was clearly one of the seventeen mountain lords. His small eyes shone brightly as he sized up Wei Liujia's clothes. That was how he said those words.
The clothes that Wei Liujia was wearing now were also given to him by Jian Wushuang.
This mountain river silk embroidered robe was given to Jian Wushuang by the Little Emperor Gong Ziyan. Every thread was the work of countless embroiderers. It was also a rare treasure. He casually gave it to Wei Liujia.
The rich-looking Derived Immortal also saw that his clothes were not ordinary. His eyes darted around. "Eh, Brother Wei, why is the real sword that you always carry with you gone? Don't tell me you sold it to buy this outfit? "
As his voice fell, the remaining dozen or so luxurious figures all roared with laughter. It was very lively.
Wei Liujia's face flushed red. He was about to rush up and argue.
However, Jian Wushuang pulled him back. His voice was barely audible. "How can you bark at a dog?"
"Kid, what did you say?!"
Jian Wushuang did not deliberately hide his voice. Naturally, it reached his ears, causing the rich-looking Derived Immortal's expression to change.
Wei Liujia felt inexplicably at ease. His mentality also unknowingly changed. Facing the rich-looking Derived Immortal rushing over, he faced him fearlessly.
"Wei Liujia, scram. I am going to destroy that kid's origin." The rich-looking Derived Immortal said angrily.
Hearing that, Wei Liujia slowly raised the corner of his mouth. "Ding Chunshan, have I always been too kind, allowing you to ride on my head and shit all the time? Don't forget that I am also a mountain lord! "
The rich-looking Derived Immortal was stunned. He looked at Wei Liujia with some disbelief.
Silence fell outside the Heavenly Palace.
"What a mountain lord." The rich-looking Derived Immortal who reacted sneered. "Then how much did you contribute to the entire Mahayana Heaven? I'm afraid you can't even afford the court offerings? Didn't I get this position based on my own efforts? "
"Why do you care how much I contributed? Even if I sleep every day, I'm still a Mountain Lord. "Wei Liujia sneered." Why don't we make a bet? If I surpass you in this morning's offerings, how about you take off my shoes and massage my legs? "
"As long as you can beat me, not to mention rubbing your slippers, I'll even lick your soles!" The rich Derived Immortal said coldly, "If you're not as good as me, then I'll automatically resign from the position of Mountain Lord and run three laps around the Heavenly Palace naked. How about that?"
"I agree." Wei Liujia gave him a sideways glance, then turned and strode into the Heavenly Palace.
After suffering a loss, the rich-looking Yan Immortal, who knew that he had lost face, wished he could skin him alive.
"Wei Liujia, just you wait!"
Wei Liujia was so excited that his face was flushed red. "Damn it, I've never been as happy as I am today. I've returned all the humiliation I've suffered in the past. So it's this satisfying!"
After he finished speaking, he looked at Jian Wushuang and said sincerely, "It's all thanks to you that I can hold my head high today. I thank you."
Jian Wushuang smiled. "Actually, even without the foundation I gave you, you can still hold your head high."
"You've always been restricted by your own views. You don't know that to deal with that kind of person, you have to return the favor ruthlessly."
"Destroying him materially is far less effective than destroying him mentally and physically," Jian Wushuang said calmly, then stopped speaking.
Wei Liujia was also pondering over the meaning of his words. For a moment, he was even more respectful of him.
The cloud staircase reached 9,990 steps. Only when he reached the last step did the grand doors of the Heavenly Palace appear.
The Heavenly Palace that Gongzi Jiu was in was grand and majestic. It was filled with a sense of majesty. Compared to the Heavenly Palace in the Northern Heaven Immortal State, the late emperor Gongzi Mo's, it lacked a sense of craftsmanship and had a sense of majesty.
This gave Jian Wushuang the illusion that Gongzi Jiu was the real little Celestial Emperor.
The court offering that was opened every other year was a rule set by Gongzi Jiu after the Heavenly Court's banquet. It was meant to stabilize and rope in the Mahayana Heaven's Mountain Lords and the masters of the blessed lands. It was to prevent them from having second thoughts.
The doors of the Heavenly Palace had already been opened. The fragrance of agarwood floated out of the palace, calming the mind of those who smelled it.
Top cultivator guards walked out of the hall and led them into the hall one by one.
To show off their facade and style, every Mountain Lord who came to the Heavenly Palace was followed by five to six top cultivator subordinates. Each of them was hugging a huge inlaid box. It was obvious that it was a gift for the court offering.
Especially the rich-looking Derived Immortal who confronted Wei Liujia outside the Heavenly Palace. He had eight top cultivator subordinates behind him. There were no less than 20 inlaid boxes in his arms.
On the other hand, Wei Liujia was very carefree. He held a palm-sized Jade Tree Glazed Jade in his hand and sat down.
The rich-looking Derived Immortal saw this scene and almost laughed out loud. He who had seen countless treasures could naturally tell that the Jade Tree Glazed Jade in Wei Liujia's hand was even inferior to the outfit he was wearing.
"I want to see how you compete with me. Just wait to walk three rounds around the Heavenly Palace naked!" The rich-looking Derived Immortal glared at him fiercely and then sat down.
Before the Mountain Lords entered the palace, Jian Wushuang had already sensed that there were six elders seated below the throne. They were all Absolute Bewitching Derived Immortals who looked rather mature. They should be the masters of the blessed lands.
Sitting beside Wei Liujia, Jian Wushuang's gaze was fixed on the empty throne.
He was hoping that the figure with the heaven-patterned bone armor that disappeared would appear in the next period of time.
"My Lord, are you waiting for the Second Prince to appear?" Seeing the fluctuation in Jian Wushuang's eyes, Wei Liujia lowered his voice and said, "After the morning bell rings three times, the Second Prince will then move from the Immortal Platform to the Heavenly Palace."
Jian Wushuang nodded and waited attentively.
When the deep sound of the bell that seemed to come from a distant place was heard, the entire Heavenly Palace quieted down in an instant. All the mountain lords sat upright and still. Even the few blessed land lords who were resting with their eyes closed opened their eyes.
Outside the palace, there were cries of red-crowed cranes. At the same time, thousands of clouds rose.
Under the guidance of hundreds of red-crowed cranes, a figure stood with his hands behind his back. He was wearing the imperial attire of a prince and slowly walked into the Heavenly Palace.
At this moment, seventeen Mountain Lords, six masters of the blessed lands, and many Derived Immortals and top cultivators all cupped their hands and said solemnly, "Greetings to the Second Prince!"
Jian Wushuang raised his head and looked at his back. Compared to the time when he was at the Heavenly Court banquet, Gong Zijiu had an additional calmness that did not reveal his talents. It was as if he knew everything in his heart. He gave people a feeling that he was as calm as water.
This was a very strong opponent. One would never be able to guess what he was thinking.
Until now, Jian Wushuang still did not think that Gong Zijiu's true abilities during the fight for the peach was the real deal.
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