The promotion of a sect to Sect of All Times was a joyous occasion.
Jun Changxiao had already planned to hold a big banquet a few days ago. Now that Ma Yunteng and the others had come to congratulate him, he decided to set it today.
The disciples of the Sect of All Times rarely had time to cultivate, so they ate and drank to their heart's content.
After three rounds of drinking.
Su Xiaomo and Li Fei blushed as they played rock-paper-scissors.
Because they were beginners and didn't know the rules, they quarreled for a long time and didn't even drink a bowl of wine.
Li Tiantian was the most direct. He didn't play rock-paper-scissors. He held a jar of wine and drank with whoever he didn't like. In the end, he and Cui Bujian started to fight.
"Come, come!"
"You think I'm scared of you!"
The two of them rested their legs on the chairs, rolled up their sleeves, grabbed a full jar of wine, and began to drink.
The disciples beside them followed and had a lot of fun.
Li Qingyang and Xiao Ziji were more reserved.
However, every time a junior brother came with wine, they didn't refuse.
During this time, the disciples of the Sect of All Times had been focused on cultivation. It was rare for them to have a chance to relax, so they didn't use spiritual energy to dissolve the alcohol.
If they drank because of celebration, if they stayed sober, it would lose its meaning.
"Jun Patriarch."
Looking at the disciples of the Sect of All Times having fun, Ma Yunteng raised his wine and said with a smile, "Your disciples are very happy."
Jun Changxiao raised his wine and said with a smile, "I'm also very happy."
He had been working hard to create a warm family. So far, the disciples didn't cheat or scheme against each other, so it was undoubtedly a success.
"Junior Sister."
Liu Wanshi took the wine and said, "You can't drink."
"Senior Sister."
Yao Mengying begged, "I'll just drink one sip, okay?"
The little girl had awakened her innate demon body, and the senior brothers and sisters took good care of her as usual. She was like the pearl of the Sect of All Times.
Everyone was having fun, and she also wanted to join in, so she had the idea of drinking.
"No."
Liu Wanshi said, "You are still young."
As he spoke, he picked up the bowl of wine, but before he could move it to his mouth, it was taken back by Li Luoqiu, who was sitting next to him, and said, "You're not old either."
Therefore, Liu Wanshi and Yao Mengying both placed their chins on the table. Their eyes were filled with envy as they stared at their senior brothers and sisters who were drinking.
…
"Jun Patriarch."
Outside the mountain gate, Ma Yunteng, Xie Guangkun, and the others, whose faces were red from drinking, cupped their hands and said, "Farewell."
"Have a safe journey!" Jun Changxiao said.
Everyone walked down the stairs. From beginning to end, no one mentioned the 'strongest sect of all time' written on the plaque.
It wasn't that he didn't want to mention it, but when he thought about it carefully while drinking, Jun Patriarch's arrogance and strength, and the fact that he considered himself to be the strongest sect, seemed to be the most normal.
"The food made by the Sect of All Times is really delicious!"
"Isn't that so? One of Sect Master Jun's disciples won the championship in the culinary competition."
"Oh right, don't you think that Elder Zhen looks a little familiar?"
"I have the same feeling. I think I've seen him somewhere before!"
"I remember now! Twenty years ago, the Southwest Yangzhou organized a formation competition. The one who was treated as a guest of honor by the King City's City Lord seemed to be him! "
"Zhen Dejun! He's Zhen Dejun! "
"Heavens, that's a formation king. How did he become an elder of the Sect of All Times?!"
The City Lords and Family Heads who went down the mountain were fighting over each other.
…
After the banquet ended, the disciples of the Sect of All Times didn't cultivate because Jun Changxiao specially allowed them to rest for a day.
Everyone was still a little unused to suddenly not cultivating, so they all helped Black One and Two Black clean up the tableware and chairs.
Su Xiaomo called his Junior Brothers over while he was still drunk. He stood on the training ground and began to boast vividly.
Jun Changxiao stood alone on the roof of the main hall. A cool breeze blew over, and he instantly felt comfortable.
Ten thousand disciples, a fifth-rate sect.
They were undoubtedly one step closer to becoming the strongest sect in the Falling Star Continent.
"Phew!"
Jun Changxiao took a deep breath and said, "This is just the beginning. The sect still has a long way to go."
…
Creak!
Whoosh — —
In an inn, the door was pushed open. A cold wind rushed in like a knife, bringing with it heavy snow.
The martial cultivators who were drinking and having fun inside stopped abruptly and turned to look outside. They saw a fairy-like lady in white walk in.
"Big Brother, this lady is so beautiful!" A martial artist's eyes lit up.
The martial artist who called him Big Brother hit his head and said softly, "Keep your eyes open when you're outside."
"Yes, yes."
The martial artist who was hit hurriedly retracted his gaze.
The others turned their heads and continued to drink and chat. They only occasionally looked over and couldn't help but exclaim in their hearts that there was such a beautiful lady in this world.
In the Falling Star Continent, except for the occasional hedonistic disciples of the big families, most of the ordinary martial cultivators lived very cautiously. They wouldn't dare to flirt with beauties when they saw them.
Not to mention.
This was the Ice Wasteland, and there was only one inn within a radius of several hundred miles. For a woman to dare to come here alone, she was definitely not an ordinary person.
"Miss."
The waiter greeted her with a smile and said, "Do you want a meal or a room?"
"A meal."
The lady in white found a seat near the window and sat down. Her tone was even colder than the whistling north wind outside.
"Miss, what do you want to eat?"
"Anything."
The waiter had seen many customers after all. He hurriedly smiled and said, "Please wait a moment."
Since the lady in white sat down, her bright eyes had been looking out of the window. It was a world of ice and snow. The whole world was only silver white.
"Have you heard of the Iron Bone Clan in the Southwest Yangzhou?" Someone drank a bowl of wine and said with a grin.
"Not only have I heard of it, I also know that this clan has been promoted to a sect."
The lady in white heard this and her eyebrows frowned slightly.
"It can't be, this Iron Bone Clan hasn't been famous for long. How could it be promoted to a sect so quickly?"
"I heard that they changed their name to something like Ten … Yes, yes, Sect of All Times!" Someone said.
Sect of All Times?
The lady in white frowned slightly and thought, "Is he serious?"
"A newly promoted fifth-rate clan dares to use 'Ten Thousand Ages' as its name. How arrogant."
"This is a remote place like the Southwest Yangzhou. That's why a small clan can be so glorious. If it was in our Northeast Lu Yangzhou, it would have been destroyed long ago."
That person said as he raised his bowl.
Xiu!
Suddenly, a sword light flashed past.
That martial artist was stunned because the hand holding the bowl was separated from his eyes and fell on the table.
Ah — — —
A miserable scream was heard.
Many martial artists in the inn all looked at the seat near the window in shock.
The lady in white gently put the unsheathed sword on the table and said, "If you talk nonsense again, you won't be able to keep your head."
These simple words contained endless coldness, causing everyone present to feel a chill down their spine!
This lady.
She was indeed not simple!
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