In today's Zhenxianmeng, Fuyunji could be said to be the most powerful hall, and this strength was not only in terms of combat power, but also in many other aspects. The most obvious one was the execution and efficiency of doing things.
Overstaffed was basically the most appropriate description of the many halls in Zhenxianmeng. Many years of rule and ease had long made everyone lax. Anyway, the dirtiest, most tiring and most dangerous work was done by those idiots in Fuyunji. Wouldn't they be stupid if they didn't enjoy it? At the very most, they would just have to give in to the arrogant soldiers and valiant generals of the Floating Clouds Company. Furthermore, even if things got out of hand, everyone had their own backing. Was the Floating Clouds Company backed by Perfected Lord Tianlan? I have one here too!
In short, even if they quarreled, at the end of the day, it was for the world's righteousness, justice, the overall situation of the righteous path and other more important things. Everyone would be fine if they each took a step back, as long as they didn't suffer any immediate losses.
Therefore, for many years, probably only Fuyunji, who had foolishly fought with the most dangerous enemy, the Devil Cult, could still maintain that kind of bloody and sharp aura.
Take this time, True Lord Tianlan's plan to hold a disciple ceremony for example. He had announced this to the public three days ago, but if the task of organizing this disciple ceremony was given to any other hall in Zhenxianmeng, not to mention three days, even if you gave them a month, they might still mess it up.
Everyone would kick each other's balls and quarrel with each other. In addition, each of them would secretly take some money from these missions. Hmm, after about three months, the budget would increase by five or six times, and it would be done.
Fuyunji was different.
The group led by Xue Ying mobilized all the forces at hand and did their best. Then, everything was set up in three days, and according to True Lord Tianlan's instructions, they informed all the important people in Zhenxianmeng, big and small. After all, Perfected Lord Tian Lan's status was unquestionable. Moreover, his disciple recruitment this time round was akin to his direct line of descent, so he had to take him seriously.
However, there were still some restraints in the process. If he really wanted to go all out, with Perfected Lord Tian Lan's identity, not only would he cause a stir in the Immortal City and the Perfected Immortal Alliance, he would also cause a stir in the human cultivation world and countless sects and clans in the entire divine land. As long as he sent an invitation, they would probably all come.
Of course, in this way, the time would be delayed for a long time. After all, China was so vast, and it would take time for people from remote places to come over, right?
Xue Ying, who personally presided over and organized the apprenticeship ceremony, had even specifically consulted True Lord Tian Lan about this matter. At first, True Lord Tian Lan had hesitated because it seemed that this damn baldy really wanted to hold a world-shaking ceremony. However, in the end, this matter was indeed too troublesome. Putting aside everything else, once the invitations were sent out, by the time the ceremony began, there would at least be an extra hundred thousand cultivators in the Immortal City, right?
At that time, how would they be managed? How would they be settled?
These were all headache-inducing problems. Therefore, after discussing with Xue Ying, Perfected Lord Tian Lan gave up this somewhat unrealistic idea and decided to only invite his friends from the Immortal Alliance who were currently in the Immortal City to attend the ceremony.
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On this day, the entire Celestial Dragon Mountain and the huge Immortal City seemed to have fallen into a carnival atmosphere. Everywhere in Zhenxianmeng was decorated with lanterns and streamers. The usually solemn and solemn Kunlun Hall was also filled with a joyous atmosphere.
Since early in the morning, there had been many cultivators walking around. At the same time, as time passed, more and more cultivators from Zhenxianmeng arrived. Everyone called out to their friends with smiles on their faces. Each of them looked harmonious and humorous. At the same time, they laughed and guessed who the luckiest person in the world was. What was his identity and origin? Why had they never heard of this person before? Who would have thought that the best seat in Zhenxianmeng that everyone had been longing for for decades would actually be taken by this stranger?
There were too many such things to count. At least, most people knew nothing about this young man called Lu Chen who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Then, they felt jealousy and hatred towards him.
Why didn't I encounter such a thing as a free lunch in the sky?
That guy didn't do anything. He was unknown, but he gained the trust of a Divine Transformation Stage Perfected Lord. Then, he rose to the top in one step. Was there any fairness in this world?
Why wasn't that person me!
These were the thoughts and voices that lingered in the minds of many people. As for the real identity and origin of Lu Chen, no one actually tried to get to the bottom of it. If a Divine Transformation Stage Perfected Lord took a fancy to you and accepted you as a disciple, of course, there would be no problem.
It was possible that their old man had lost his mind. However, as the strongest and youngest Divine Transformation Stage Perfected Lord among the six Perfected Lords, although many people disliked him, no one had ever doubted his strength and judgment.
Around noon, the most famous Divine Transformation Stage Perfected Lords in Zhenxianmeng came leisurely on colorful clouds. Along the way, they were all high and mighty, looking down on the world, and looked extremely arrogant.
Of course, they did have the capital to be arrogant. In the secular world, the people of Zhenxianmeng had always respected them and regarded them as half-human and half-god figures.
Perfected Lord Tian Lan personally came to the entrance of the main hall of Kunlun and bowed to these five "old brothers". Everyone stood together. The six Divine Transformation Stage Perfected Lords of Zhenxianmeng were awe-inspiring and powerful. Although they were just chatting, there was a large empty space around them. There was a faint sound of wind and thunder, which was awe-inspiring.
After chatting for a while and receiving many sincere or fake congratulations, Perfected Lord Tian Lan, who was smiling, personally invited the five Divine Transformation Stage Perfected Lords who had come to watch the ceremony and congratulate them into the main hall.
After they went in, someone outside the house shouted, "The … Ceremony … Begins …"
The six Perfected Lords walked into the main hall and saw that both sides of the hall were already filled with people. There were five big chairs placed under the tall lotus throne in the center, and there were several rows of chairs behind it. The people sitting on the chairs were the real figures of Zhenxianmeng. They were under the six Perfected Lords and were the high-level cultivators who ruled over billions of lives in the vast land of the Divine Land.
Further away were the cultivators of Zhenxianmeng who had almost come to watch the show. Most of them were standing, but there were also many good-looking figures among them. Obviously, there were also hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
After a while, everyone sat down. Perfected Lord Tian Lan returned to the lotus throne and his expression turned solemn. It could be said that he looked solemn and dignified, like a god.
The people in the main hall immediately felt the powerful aura and quieted down, looking at him with some reverence.
After a while, someone sang, "Lu Chen has come to see you."
The sound of footsteps was heard.
Like a gust of wind, everyone, including the Divine Transformation Stage Perfected Lords, looked back and saw a figure walking in from outside with steady steps. It was Lu Chen.
At that moment, countless eyes fell on him. Some were like fire, some were like fire, some were like frost, some were like snow, some were as gentle as water, and some were as cold as knives.
Lu Chen seemed not to feel anything around him. He walked all the way to the lotus throne. Contrary to his usual unruly manner, his expression was solemn and respectful. He actually quietly and honestly knelt on the ground, giving the person on the lotus throne enough face. He clearly kowtowed a few times, and then said in a voice that everyone in the main hall could hear, "Disciple Lu Chen pays respect to Master."
After saying that, he lowered his body and closed his eyes slightly. When his face was close to the ground and he felt the coldness of the stones on the ground, for some reason, Lu Chen suddenly remembered that day many years ago, in a deserted and dirty corner, he also knelt in front of the same person and called out the two words "Master".
Suddenly, decades passed in the blink of an eye. The child of that year had grown up.
And at this moment, was his heart as pious as it was back then?
He closed his eyes, letting all the light disappear into the depths of his pupils.
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