A month passed quickly, and it was already the fifteenth of the month.
Tens of thousands of lights floated above the Huan River Island. They were as bright as stars, as impressive as the fire in a furnace, like a flourishing firework. They clustered around the eighteen islands, and the clear water ripples reflected the light. It was as if a silver river was flowing backwards, flowing into the river, washing the beach and stones, making the sound of the waves.
On the main island, there was a magnificent palace with jade railings and pearl railings. Thousands of bright red lanterns were hung high under the eaves. In front of the palace, there was a lake that was a few acres in size. On both sides of the lake were colorful candles that were countless inches tall. The candlelight was like a bean, glowing quietly.
In the water, there were even koi fish holding pearls in their mouths, holding them above the surface of the lake. Although it was already night, the entire water continent was still illuminated by these bright lights, as if it was daytime. Even from thousands of miles away, one could still see the bright lights on this side of the land, like torches, shooting into the sky, flashing endlessly.
The palace on the island was on a hill, and it looked down at the island. The river was wide, and one could see everything by leaning on the railings. However, when guests arrived, everyone in the palace would know in advance.
Although the Huan River Banquet this time was nominally a banquet for the three elders of Ping Du Sect and their disciples who had come from afar, it was actually a competition. Therefore, not only did the top ten disciples of the Ying Cang Sect all receive the invitation, there were also many junior disciples from the sect who came on dharma vessels to watch. However, their status was low and they could not enter the hall, so they could only watch from afar.
Originally, the Cold Moon Cold River was quiet and cold, but because of the addition of thousands of disciples, it became much more lively.
At a quarter to five in the morning, guests arrived one after another. Most of them came on clouds, but they were all disciples of scattered sects and unaffiliated sects.
After Huo Xuan became the first of the ten disciples, he sent many disciples to guard these sects. However, there were many disciples of his direct bloodline who were cultivating in Qincang School, and they were also invited to the banquet.
These people were not qualified enough for Huo Xuan to personally welcome them. Logically, it should have been his disciples. However, as the son-in-law of the Chen Clan, he had never trained a disciple, so the people who went to welcome them were all disciples of the Chen Clan.
Although his expression remained the same, he hated this identity even more in his heart.
Suddenly, a gust of wind and smoke flew above the main hall. After circling one round, it bypassed the welcoming disciples and entered the hall. When the smoke dissipated, the person who appeared was a Daoist who was covered in dirt and looked extremely unkempt.
This Daoist priest's eyes and eyebrows were actually quite delicate, but his beard was unshaven and his lips were greasy. He drowsily glanced at the guests of honor, wiped his face, and loudly said to Huo Xuan, "Senior Martial Brother Huo, I heard that you organized a banquet, so I, Zhou Yong, came uninvited today to ask for a bowl of water and wine to drink. Does Senior Martial Brother allow me?"
Huo Xuan smiled and said, "Junior Brother Zhou is a rare guest. Normally, I would not be able to invite you even if I wanted to. I am very happy that you could come. Please take a seat."
Zhou Yong laughed and cupped his hands. Amidst the whispers of the crowd, he picked an inconspicuous corner and sat down. Ignoring the others, he grabbed the wine pot and gulped down a few mouthfuls before sitting alone at the table and chewing.
Huo Xuan sighed, "Since he's here, he's a guest. He's also your fifteenth sister's husband, so I have to give him face."
Huo Xuan sighed, "Since he's here, he's a guest. He's also your fifteenth sister's husband, so I have to give him some face."
Chen Suyi didn't care. She glanced at Zhou Yong and snorted, "My Chen family's face is about to be lost because of him."
Huo Xuan's eyes were calm, and he didn't say anything.
After a moment, he suddenly sensed something and looked up. From afar, he saw a beautiful figure treading on mist. His breathing could not help but stagnate slightly. A voice sounded from outside. "Clear Crawl Island's Island Lord Han has arrived."
After Han Suyi landed, she waved her sleeves and gently waved away the mist around her. She walked gracefully into the palace and bowed to Huo Xuan and his wife. She raised her head slightly and glanced at Huo Xuan. The moment their gazes met, Huo Xuan looked slightly unnatural, but Chen Suyi didn't notice.
Han Suyi lowered her head and didn't speak to anyone else. She moved her slender feet and sat down. When everyone saw her cold demeanor and that she was sitting among the top ten disciples, they didn't dare to rashly approach her.
At this moment, there was a sharp sound as a cold sword energy broke through the palace and entered. Before everyone could react, a young and handsome Taoist in a green robe had already arrived. His expression was grave and stern, and he was filled with a sharp spirit. He was like an unsheathed sword, cold and oppressive. It made people unconsciously want to stay away from him. He didn't say anything and just cupped his hands at Huo Xuan as a greeting.
Chen Suyi was a bit unhappy, but Huo Xuan didn't care. He laughed and said, "Junior Brother Ning is here."
He knew that Junior Brother Ning hadn't been cultivating for a long time, but he was now in the third tier of the Core Transformation Realm. He was the only one in the sect who cultivated the Thousand Cloud Sword Manual. He couldn't see how powerful this killing technique was, but once he entered the Yuanying Realm, he didn't know how many people could be his opponent, so he didn't dare to look down on it.
Not long after Ning Chongxuan sat down, two rays of light, one golden and one red, flew out of the clouds. They were as fast as lightning. Just Now, everyone saw a blur, and the two Taoists landed in front of the palace.
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The Taoist on the left had a straight nose and thin lips. His eyes were cold, and he wore a snow-white robe that didn't have a speck of dust.
Huo Xuan stood up to welcome them. He took a few steps forward and said, "Junior Brother Du and Junior Brother Xiao came at the right time. Please come in and sit."
Du De and Xiao Ling couldn't go to the Sword Competition, so they weren't interested in fighting with the Elders of Ping Du Sect. They didn't want to come, but they were disciples of an aristocratic family in Qincang School, so they had to show some respect to Huo Xuan.
After some polite greetings, the two sat down.
Besides the competition every 24 years, the ten great disciples of the sect rarely made an appearance in front of their fellow disciples. Less than half of the thousand plus junior disciples outside the main hall had only heard of their reputations, but they'd never seen them in person. At this moment, when they saw five of them, they couldn't help but stare with their eyes wide open and exclaim with satisfaction, and they felt that this trip wasn't in vain.
Huo Xuan thought, "This time Junior Brother Zhuang and Junior Sister Qin didn't come, so Junior Brother Luo and Junior Brother Zhang haven't come."
Since Zhuang Bufan was defeated by Luo Qingyu in the last competition, he had been cultivating in his cave residence for decades and had never left the island. He was still in closed-door training.
As for Qin Nan, it was said that she was cultivating under the guidance of Immortal Peng, so she didn't have time to come.
At the end of the Xu hour, a green light filled the sky. At first, there was the bleak sound of wind blowing leaves, but after a few breaths, there was the rumbling of thunder. Everyone in the seats stood up and looked in shock. The disciples outside the hall widened their eyes. They didn't know who it was that had such power. Someone who recognized it shouted, "It's Sage Luo. He's here."
Huo Xuan stood up and walked out of the hall. He looked up at the sky. Chen hesitated for a moment and followed him.
Luo Qingyu was sitting in a flying carriage with green feathers. His Taoist bun was pulled up high, and he was in high spirits. There were two boys standing on his left and right, one holding a thunder branch and the other a bamboo leaf. There were also dozens of strong men following him.
The more than 1,000 disciples outside the hall were envious. Traveling on a flying chariot with a child was something only Nascent Soul Perfected Ones in the sect could do.
Luo Qingyu stopped the carriage in front of the hall. After he came out, he smiled and bowed to Immortal Huo, "Greetings, Senior Brother Huo."
Huo Xuan returned a bow. He was not friends with Luo Qingyu, but he was a Yuanying Immortal, so he did not lack etiquette. He personally sent Luo Qingyu to the banquet, which was a courtesy that no one else could compare with.
Just Now, Huo Xuan came out and there was a commotion outside the hall. The disciples were shouting and pointing to the sky. The Elders of Daoping Metropolis are here! "
A cloud raft floated over from afar. Three old Daoists sat on it in a triangular formation. There was another person beside them. He had delicate features and wore a moon-white robe. He was none other than Zhong Muqing, who was ranked second among the top ten disciples of the sect. All four of them were Nascent Soul cultivators. When they sat together, their aura kept overflowing, and the river beneath them seemed to be swept up by a hurricane, churning up and down.
More than ten disciples followed behind them. Wu Hancheng was among them. The Island Lord of Yangyue Island, Huang Fuzhou, and his wife came with them.
Huo Xuan and Chen Muqing did not dare to be rude. They stepped out of the hall and went up to the clouds. They exchanged greetings with the three elders in the sky. After some time, they landed in the hall together and were seated according to the host and the guest.
This great hall had been deliberately arranged by Chen Feng to distinguish the hierarchy. Therefore, it descended like a staircase and was divided into three levels.
Huo Xuan's seat was the highest. The first seat to his left was occupied by Zhong Muqing and Luo Qingyu. They sat opposite the three Pingdu Sect elders.
More than ten disciples of Pingdu Sect and the rest of Qincang School were all Core Formation cultivators. Therefore, they sat on the second level's high platform.
Further down were the scattered and unorthodox disciples. When the time came, they would have to look up to them.
Although Pingdu Sect and Qincang School were allies, it was only limited to the previous generation. The disciples of this generation did not interact much and were not familiar with each other.
Although Pingdu Sect and Qincang School were on good terms, it was only limited to the previous generation. The disciples of this generation did not interact much and were not familiar with each other. The purpose of this banquet was to test the strength of Qincang.
However, they knew that they could not provoke the three Yuanying Zhenren, Huo, Zhong, and Luo. Therefore, most of their attention was focused on Du De, Xiao Ling, Ning Chongxuan, and the others.
Elder Hu looked over and realized that there was an empty seat opposite them. He glanced at the people of Qincang School and smiled. He gave a look to the disciple beside him. The disciple understood and immediately said loudly, "I heard that a disciple of your sect has achieved first-grade Core. Will he be here today?"
Huo Xuan said, "That is Junior Brother Zhang Yan from our sect. He is also invited to the banquet, but he has not arrived yet."
That person suddenly smiled and said sarcastically, "Could it be that he heard that we are here and wanted to compete, so he did not dare to come?"
Wu Chenghan looked over in surprise. He did not know why this Junior Brother would say that. His words were obviously provocative.
This disciple did not say that without reason. Firstly, he was indeed very arrogant and thought highly of himself. Secondly, Elder Hu had specially instructed him in secret.
Chen Xuan was very displeased. He asked the servant beside him, "The guests have arrived, but Zhang Yan has not arrived yet. Did he say anything?"
The servant shook her head and only said that she did not know.
Chen Xuan was unhappy. What is wrong with this Junior Brother Zhang? The invitation was sent three months ago. Even if there were any changes, he should have sent someone to inform us. Why did he not say anything? How unruly. "
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Chapter 247: Hidden Blade at the Banquet Under the Moon
Chapter 247: Hidden Blade at the Banquet Under the Moon
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