The disturbance on the Four Divisions Peak eventually subsided. At first, the Ten Thousand Arts Sect was caught off guard, but soon, under the roar of the Elders, they recovered their composure.
However, in the end, they were left in a sorry state.
The people of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect haven't recovered for a long time. Originally, they planned to give the opposite party a show of strength when they first met, but as a result, they were the ones who were taken down first! Their whole body was covered with mud! What was even more hateful was that, for the time being, they could only swallow their anger. Because, in detail, what did the Lingjian School do wrong? Was it wrong to find a group of young, simple, and innocent female cultivators to warmly welcome them? Probably, countless sects would shout 'please don't make a mistake on me', and in the process, they used the Breaking Illusion Wind, Clear Zen Light, and Flourishing Fall … Did the opposite party have any malicious intention to stop them? Nothing at all!
In the final analysis, it was the Ten Thousand Arts Sect's own fault … If they knew this earlier, they would have used their immortal technique to shield them, so that their disciples would turn a blind eye to these girls. This was not only polite, but also did not cause them to lose face. Unfortunately, even the three Elders who were leading the group did not expect that the situation would become so bad. They did not expect that a mere few women would be able to make the genius disciples of their sect at a loss!
Whenever he thought of this, Yuan Chaonian couldn't help but inwardly sigh. As the leading Elder, he undoubtedly had to bear the main responsibility for this kind of mistake … because it wasn't without precedent! There was once a predecessor of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect who experienced a similar trauma … It was more than two hundred years ago. When Yuan Chaonian had just condensed the King Pill, one of his Martial Uncles failed to woo a fairy from Kunlun Immortal Sect. Due to the entanglement of the inner demon, his cultivation was almost crippled. Later on, the Sect Elders invited dozens of professionals from the Yin and Yang School to treat him for ten days. After ten days, the trauma in his heart was healed and he lived a loving and harmonious life with his Junior Brother.
Perhaps when he returned to the mountain, he should also treat Zhan Ziye and the others? Or should he simply popularize this treatment program?
In any case, after experiencing this unique welcoming ceremony, the condescending imposing manner of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect toward the Spirit Sword Sect has been reduced by a lot. After that, they exchanged greetings with the Elders and disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect, and so on. Everything was done in an orderly and calm manner.
After leaving the Four Divisions Peak, Lingjian School was accompanied by the Second and Ninth Elders, they temporarily settled down in the pink building of the Spirit Pool Peak. After a simple rest, they were accompanied by the two Elders to visit several places of the Spirit Sword Mountain to show their hospitality, as well as to eliminate the embarrassment in the morning.
The first Sect, Ten Sect, and Ten Sect, Thousand Four Sect, and. Sect, Sect, Thousand Sect, and Sect, and.
The location of the banquet was set in the cafeteria of the Misty Peak. After Aya's careful arrangement, the decoration of the cafeteria took into account the styles of the two different civilizations of the Nine Regions and the Western Continent, which was refreshing. The accompanying disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect repeatedly praised this, but the disciples of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect put on a dismissive attitude.
Of course, no matter what they saw, they were disdainful.
The Ten Thousand Arts Sect cultivators soon took their seats one by one. The three Elders and the Heavenly Sword Hall Elders of the Lingjian School sat at the main table in the middle of the cafeteria. Zhan Ziye and the other disciples, accompanied by Wang Lu, Liu Li, and the other five Spirit Sword Sect disciples, sat at another table. In addition, the rest of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect's handyman and other people were in other places, each accompanied by the young disciples of the Lingjian School. The etiquette of the Lingjian School was very thoughtful.
After everyone took their seats, Feng Yin and Yuan Chaonian, on behalf of the two Sects, gave their respective speeches. Naturally, they were just some superficial official words. The Elders of the two Sects timely interjected and joked with each other. Their laughter was not high nor low, but their laughter was warm, which set off a harmonious and loving atmosphere. It was a scene of the two Sects having an everlasting friendship!
In fact, from the beginning, Yuan Chaonian and the other two Elders who sat at the main table never thought to make trouble at the dinner table. After all, their identity was different, and the identity of the Lingjian School's cultivators was also different. If there was any contradiction, it would easily evolve into a dispute between two of the Five Uniques of the Wanxian League, which was too high a standard and unnecessary.
The protagonist of the dinner was undoubtedly at another table, which was the table where Zhan Ziye and the others were sitting.
Living up to expectations, almost as soon as the two Sects' disciples took their seats, the atmosphere at this table began to turn cold. On one side was the Ten Thousand Arts Sect, headed by Zhan Ziye, who had the intention to come knocking on their door. On the other side was the Lingjian School, headed by Wang Lu, who had been set up for two months just to deceive them. Unlike the main table where the Elders sat, here, no matter how sharp and fierce the contradiction was, they could simply say that the disciples were young and impetuous and didn't understand the severity of the situation. When the time came and they suffered a loss, the side that lost face could only spit on their own. Therefore … there was no need to worry.
In fact, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect had long been eager to get into action.
After a day's rest, Zhan Ziye and the others had long recovered from the fright of the pink skeleton and regained their high IQ intellectual arrogance. In the afternoon, when they visited the Lingjian School's Scripture Pavilion and Method Developing Hall, the pride that was engraved in their bones had already welled up. Compared to the inconceivably rich collection of methods in their sect, as well as the unparalleled method research institution in Nine Regions, the Lingjian School's Scripture Pavilion and Method Developing Hall were really rough and pitiful. From the perspective of academic ability, the Lingjian School admittedly had quality education, which was much better than the Royal Soldier Sect's barbarian gorillas. However, in front of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect, it was still not enough.
The embarrassment in the morning was just a momentary lapse. As long as the Ten Thousand Arts Sect was fully reflected, a mere Lingjian School would inevitably kneel down and lick their boots.
As for how to show their strength at the dinner table … it was actually very simple. The general habit of the Nine Regions was nothing more than drinking and chatting at the dinner table. When the time came, as long as they showed a little bit of their knowledge, this group of country bumpkins would be dumbfounded and feel ashamed of their inferiority … that was probably how it should be. Moreover, for cultivators, on the dinner table, in addition to drinking and chatting like mortals, there was also no lack of method developing. This was just like the drinking game of those literati, which was a table culture that belonged solely to cultivators. This Lingjian School was named after the sword, so most of them were good at swordsmanship, fighting, and other bloody barbaric arts. However, in terms of spell casting, it was absolutely impossible for them to be compared with the Ten Thousand Arts Sect. Not to mention that the worst disciple of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect was still low-level Foundation Establishment. However, among the accompanying disciples of Spirit Sword Sect, only one of them had reached the Foundation Establishment. Merely based on the difference in magical power, it was enough to make the method developing into a one-sided massacre.
With such confidence, they took their seats and then waited for the opportunity to launch an attack. However, the momentum of the Lingjian School was not inferior. In addition to the Successor Disciple Liu Li and Wang Lu, there were also Yue Yun, Huo Ying, and Yue Xinyao, all of whom were elites of the sect. Even though their cultivation base was not as good, their confidence was not the slightest bit weaker.
The disciples of the two sects sat across from each other at the dinner table, looking very intimate. However, the atmosphere quickly became cold and stiff until Wang Lu broke the silence with a smile.
"Junior Brother Yue Yun, Junior Sister Huo Ying, I haven't introduced you to each other. This is the Eldest Brother of the younger generation of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect, Zhan Ziye. Next to him is Second Sister Ye Feifei, Third Brother Zhao Jiangyuan, Fourth Brother Lu Qiancai, and Hai Yunfan."
Yue Yun and Huo Ying smiled and nodded, but they didn't say anything. Before they came, they had heard from their Master that the protagonist of the banquet was Wang Lu, so they only needed to listen to his instructions.
"Then, Senior Brothers and Sisters of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect, allow me to introduce the people on our side. You've already met me and Senior Sister Liu Li. The one sitting there is our Misty Peak's Junior Brother Yue Yun. Next to him is Junior Sister Huo Ying, and next to him is Yue Xinyao."
As soon as his voice fell, they heard the Ten Thousand Arts Sect's Third Brother Zhao Jiangyuan sneer and say, "So many female cultivators? Is your Lingjian School at its wit's end? Do you only know how to sell women!? "
As soon as this remark came out, Huo Ying and Yue Xinyao's complexion immediately changed. Their appearance here had nothing to do with their female identity, but rather because they were the strongest and had the highest cultivation base among their peers … that's all! Zhao Jiangyuan's words actually compared them to vulgar women who amuse people with their looks!
Wang Lu also sneered, "Sure enough, here it comes! Don't you have a big mouth? I'm not afraid of a big mouth; I'm waiting for you with my Grandmaster Level Verbal Cannon. Before the main course is served, it's not bad to use your big mouth as an appetizer! "
However, to Wang Lu's surprise, before he could open his mouth, the nearby Senior Sister Liu Li suddenly slapped the table and, with a look of sudden realization, shouted, "Ah, you're the one who molested that little girl!"
"Pfft!"
Wang Lu couldn't help but spurt out. This Liu Li … was really outspoken. Moreover, her voice was very loud, so everyone in the cafeteria heard it. One after another, they cast their different gazes, causing Zhao Jiangyuan's face to turn red and purple.
"When did I molest a little girl!?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Lu sneered, "Stupid! Who would ask such a question? Isn't that just asking for someone else's knife?"
Sure enough, Liu Li innocently replied, "It was this morning. I saw you holding a little girl and kissing her with my own eyes. Master said that was molestation!"
"Nonsense, I just, I just …" Zhao Jiangyuan was so anxious that his primordial spirit was about to split. The more he said, the more he couldn't continue.
Fortunately, his Senior Sister Ye Feifei promptly helped him out, "This matter depends on the benevolent. Junior Brother's love for girls is pure and untainted. Only in the eyes of those who have filthy hearts can you see it as filthy."
Liu Li frowned, she didn't understand at all.
Thereupon, Wang Lu smiled and was ready to appear … But at this time, another person opened his mouth to speak.
"Um, isn't it better for everyone to eat first?"
Wang Lu glanced at that person, smiled, and shook his head, "Little Hai said it well. Let's eat first."
He hadn't seen Little Hai for many years. Since he opened his mouth, he would give him some face. In any case, this verbal exchange was just the appetizer; the main course was still waiting for him.
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