At the east of the Dark Azure Sect's Lake Dragon Abyss, there was a towering cliff that stood on a circular wall, like a crescent moon that encircled the seawater and embraced it within its bosom. This place was called Furious Wave Cliff, and every time the mighty force of the water surged over, it would slap onto the reef and give rise to thousands of white waves, causing it to be a magnificent sight.
Since the Pill Grade Gathering had started, disciples from influential families below the twelve great houses in the Qincang School who wanted to see the grand occasion of the Pill Grade Gathering came here. There were more than ten thousand people.
However, those junior disciples who were still unable to fly could only stand outside the high cliff, filling up the dozen or so boulders outside the Furious Waves Cliff. They were sweating like rain and breathing like clouds as they stretched their necks to look into the distance.
The disciples from the Bright Energy Sect were all sitting on magical flying ships that floated in the sky like stars. Above their heads were the hundreds of disciples from the Mystic Light Sect, and they were all calling their friends as they moved about. Colorful lights flashed, and the rainbow-colored lights formed clouds.
Further up, there were forty to fifty Core Transformation Realm cultivators. All of them were sitting in flying carriages. There were servants, maids, and strong men moving back and forth, carrying immortal wine, fruits, and exotic delicacies. There were also people who were familiar with each other and built a golden bridge. They joined each other and toasted each other from afar. When one looked at it from afar, they could see smoke rising and condensing into the clouds.
The disciples of influential families were strictly divided into ranks. They stood in their own world according to their family's name and cultivation. They didn't dare to overstep the rules.
The highest point was above the clouds. Rainbows shone brilliantly here, thousands of flowers fluttered about, and fallen petals prowled about. It was an extraordinary sight.
The head of the Zheng Family, Zheng Hongtu, Spiritual Master Zheng, sat on a copper couch supported by twelve Dragon Geese. The couch was decorated with precious jade, jade, lamps, corals, and colorful pearls. The top was covered with an umbrella and the bottom was tied with fragrant silk. Behind it was a fan made of white jade that was dozens of feet wide. It was like a half moon embedded in the blue sky. There were tens of thousands of pearls and thousands of auspicious qi. The atmosphere was magnificent.
Zheng Hongtu sat in the middle of the main seat. The people sitting on both sides were the patriarchs of the Du Family and the Feng Family. Although there were people from the other families here, they weren't Yuanying Spiritual Masters. Therefore, he didn't have the qualifications to stand side by side with them. Apart from the three of them, there were two unfamiliar Yuanying Perfected Beings sitting on the flying banquet.
When the people below looked over, they saw that one of them had his hair tied into two buns and was wearing a dark green robe. There was a black silk sash around his waist, and he held a carved jade scepter in his hand. However, his face was blurry, and his face could not be seen clearly. The other Daoist Master was tall and straight. He had nothing on him and wore a plain Daoist robe. His sleeves were empty, and with just a few glances, everyone would feel as if their eyes were being pricked by needles, and they had no choice but to avert their gazes.
The disciples below were all whispering to each other, trying to find out who these two people were.
A disciple who recognized the two didn't dare to point at them. He just lowered his head and whispered to the people around him, "The one with the Ruyi Scepter. It was Tian Zhenren of Yuxiao school. That Tian family and Du family were in-laws. That was why they were invited to this Dharma Assembly. "
He glanced at the plain-robed Daoist and quickly retracted his gaze. He said carefully, "And that person is Shaoqing Sect's Xu Zhenren. She is a female cultivator. I heard that Just Now She Achieved Yuanying Realm, so she isn't famous."
Everyone came to a realization. However, they didn't expect that skinny and tall Xu Zhenren was actually a female cultivator. Some curious people took a few more glances, but they all cried from the pain, so they didn't dare to look anymore.
Other than these five Yuanying Spiritual Masters, not far away, there was a white-haired Daoren. He sat alone in a corner and drank by himself. His expression wasn't too good.
This person was Elder Gong of Shangming Courtyard, and he was also a disciple of Master and Disciple.
After the matter of the middle grade Dharma Assembly spread, although the disciples of Master and Disciple also wanted to come and gain experience, they were all ordered by their masters to stay in the sect and not go.
However, this was the middle grade Dharma Assembly of Qincang School after all. The disciples of Master and Disciple couldn't not come, so they pushed Elder Gong, who had always been at odds with his peers and had the longest lifespan, to come.
When he found out that Zhang Yan was the only one who would come to this meeting, he was sure that he would be ridiculed and ridiculed by others. It was an extremely shameful thing to do, so he refused to come no matter what. How could the Sect Leader insist that he come? He really could not refuse, so he had no choice but to come. Right now, he could only drink his wine and not talk to the people from the aristocratic families. In his heart, he was cursing the people who had caused him to come here one after another.
That finely dressed youth also controlled a flying tower and placed it in the northeast corner, faintly separating himself from the crowd. He circled a large area and didn't allow others to come close.
With his identity as a member of the Zheng clan and the person who was destined to grade the pills today, no one came to fight with him and they all avoided him.
Now that the assembly hadn't started, he had already eaten and drunk to his heart's content. The table was already overturned with cups and pots, and the fragrance of wine filled the air. It was a mess, and the sleeves of his robe were stained.
Although he was a disciple of the Zheng clan, he had always been independent and never cared about the rules and customs of the clan. However, at this moment, the person sitting at the table and drinking with him was shivering with a pale face, unable to let go of his hands and feet.
This person was a disciple of the Du clan, but he was only in the Meridian Opening Realm. He didn't know the finely dressed youth at first, but when he passed by, he saw that his nostrils were very big and he looked interesting, so he dragged this person up to drink with him.
The finely dressed youth played with a wine cup with a dragon engraved on it and looked at the few Spiritual Masters in the sky with half-narrowed eyes. He sighed and said, "I wonder when I can sit on that seat."
He stretched out his hand and pointed at the few Spiritual Masters one by one. Suddenly, he turned his head and said to the Du clan disciple, "Do you believe that in less than three hundred years, I will trample all of these old fellows under my feet?!"
The Du clan disciple was terrified when he heard this. His face was pale and his body was stiff. He wished he could plug his ears.
At this moment, a figure flew in from outside and stood still on the second floor. He dispersed the smoke around him and walked in with steady footsteps. Coincidentally, he heard the finely dressed youth's words and paused. He said in a low voice, "Erlang, you're drunk."
The finely dressed youth suddenly straightened his body and said with a frown, "It's Brother Xun? Strange, when did you condense your pill? "
Zheng Xun walked in and sat down at the side. He said in a low voice, "Yesterday."
The finely dressed youth glanced sideways and gave the Du clan disciple a look to get out. As if he had been pardoned, the person scrambled out. He raised the wine cup in his hand and drank it in one gulp. He asked, "What grade is your pill?"
Zheng Xun was silent for a while before saying, "Fifth-grade pill."
With a pa, the finely dressed youth threw the wine cup at his feet and scolded, "Are those old fellows crazy? With your talent, you can at least reach Grade Four after one or two years. Why are you in such a rush? Is it because of this bullsh * t spell gathering? "
Zheng Xun slowly shook his head and revealed a bitter smile. He said, "That's not the case. It's because that Zhang Yan and I once cultivated in the lower house, and this little brother was the First Senior Brother of the Good Abyss Temple. The face of the clan is important …"
The finely dressed youth only laughed coldly after hearing this. He understood why the clan was in such a rush.
Zheng Xun and Zhang Yan were both from the Lower House of the Good Abyss Monastery, and Zheng Xun had even entered the Upper House a few days earlier than Zhang Yan. However, Zhang Yan was the first to successfully concoct the pill, and he was inferior to him.
This wouldn't have been a big deal normally, but now that Zhang Yan had refined the pill during the low-grade pill gathering, if the other clans knew that Zheng Xun was still a Mystic Light Realm cultivator, where would the Zheng Clan put their face?
Originally, Zheng Xun's Xuan Art focused on stability, and he walked the path of cultivation step by step. When the time was right, success would naturally follow. However, before the time was right, he had already formed the pill. This action was like pulling a seedling to help it grow, and all his previous efforts would be wasted. However, for the sake of the clan's reputation, they couldn't care about anything else.
Because a disciple of the clan had died, Zheng Xun had opened an inferior-grade meridian with the help of the Zheng Clan, allowing him to enter the upper house early to cultivate. He had also inherited the legacy of this disciple. He originally thought that the path of cultivation would be smooth, but now he had to make a sacrifice. It could be said that his success was because of his clan, and his failure was also because of his clan.
If the disciples of the aristocratic families hadn't reached an extremely high realm in their cultivation, then they would have to put the family first. The young man in the beautiful clothes hated this to the bone. However, when he thought about it again, if it wasn't for that damnable Zhang Yan, how could it have ended up like this? It was clearly this person who had forced Zheng Xun to this point.
He snorted coldly and said fiercely, "Brother Xun, don't worry. If that Zhang Yan dares to come to the Pill Grade Assembly today, watch how I humiliate him and help you vent your anger!"
Right at this moment, the sound of a jade chime and golden bell rang out beside their ears. It was clear and melodious, and it instantly spread throughout the mountain gate. It reverberated on Furious Waves Crag, and even drowned out the sound of the tide.
This was already the second time the chime had rung. If it was the third time, the Pill Grade Assembly would begin. However, up until now, everyone still hadn't seen Zhang Yan's figure.
One of the disciples below laughed and said, "Why isn't this Zhang Yan here yet? Could it be that he's afraid?"
Someone teased, "My clan is full of talents, how can the lineage of master and disciple compare to us? If I were him, I'd simply hide in the Turtle Manor and not come out. Why come here and make a fool of myself? "
This was a mockery of the fact that Bright Nether Heavenly Lake was originally the abode of the great demon, Gui Congyao. It was just that there was a hint of jealousy in his words, but it caused everyone to roar with laughter.
However, just as the laughter rang out, a sword light that traversed the blue sky flew over from the horizon with the momentum of a shocking rainbow. At first, it still seemed to be at the horizon, but in a few flashes, it had already arrived. That dense sword light seemed to be pressing on one's eyebrows, causing one to be unable to help but want to take a few steps back to avoid it. The disciples standing on Furious Waves Crag instantly felt their breathing become sluggish, and their laughter also stopped abruptly.
That situation was as if a sword had flown over and suppressed all of them, causing them to fall silent.
Spiritual Master Xu, who was seated at the banquet, was originally silent, but he suddenly straightened his voice and muttered to himself, "Flying sword?"
When the sword light dispersed, Zhang Yan walked out from within. He stood in the air and cupped his hands in greeting, saying with a smile, "I've troubled everyone to wait for so long. Forgive Zhang Yan for coming late."
The myriad of gazes in the surroundings swept towards him in unison, and this action wasn't inferior to a thousand swords pointing at him in unison.
At this moment, it was equivalent to him facing these clans and over 10,000 cultivators by himself. However, he acted as if he didn't see them at all, and his expression was calm and composed as he sat down cross-legged on the cloud. His movements were carefree and unrestrained, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.
Although he was a master and disciple, his bearing and demeanor made many disciples admire him, and there was no lack of people secretly cheering for him.
When Elder Gong saw Zhang Yan, he originally wanted to call Zhang Yan over to his side. But after opening his mouth, he didn't say anything. He sighed in his heart, "This Zhang Yan is really courageous. It's a pity that the elites of this generation are all here. Even if this Zhang Yan can win against one or two of them, how can he win against all of them? It's always about losing! "
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… (To be continued …)
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