At noon, a figure in white silently rushed out of Dongfang Chen's room. It was a young man with a treasured saber on his waist. He was Dongfang Long.
Dong Fang Long coldly glanced at the pavilion Gu Fei was in and revealed an expression that was not a smile. Then, he walked out of the courtyard and directly left the Canvass Lunar Pavilion, drifting away.
After a short while, a youth in white clothes arrived in front of a magnificent mansion in the central region of Dragon Emperor City. After looking around for a short while, the youth entered this extremely magnificent mansion.
There were four soldiers dressed in Winter Iron Armor standing on either side of the main gate of the mansion. However, they seemed to be unable to see the young man in white and allowed him to walk into the mansion.
On the banners above the main doors of the mansion, there were three large golden words written in flamboyant calligraphy — Regional King's Mansion!
No wonder this mansion was so magnificent and even had armored guards. It turned out that this was the Prefecture King's Mansion of the Southern Desolate Prefecture King, Yang Yuandao.
The young man in white was obviously a frequent visitor of the Prefecture King's Mansion. The guards outside the gate recognized him. Therefore, no one stopped him and allowed him to enter the Prefecture King's Mansion.
In the evening, in the Canvassing Moon Pavilion, nine young disciples of the Three Great Daoist Sects received invitations from the Southern Desolate Prefecture King's Mansion at the same time. The Prefecture King's Crown Prince, Yang Xun, would invite them to a banquet in the Prefecture King's courtyard.
Among these nine people, including Gu Fei, were the top three most outstanding disciples among the young disciples of the Three Major Daoist Sects.
Inside the pavilion, Gu Fei looked at the invitation in his hand and couldn't help but frown. He didn't know this Prefecture King's Crown Prince. Why did he invite him?
He threw the invitation in his hand onto the table in front of him, then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on his bed. Because of his breakthrough, he needed to familiarize himself with his new strength. He didn't care about the Prefecture King's Crown Prince.
Prefecture King? So what if he was the Emperor? The monarch of the secular world only had a great deterrent force to the common people. In the eyes of powerful cultivators, there was no difference between the monarch and the common people.
Even these large empires with thousands of miles of territory had to pay tribute to some of the large sects within their borders. The State of Qi, where the Supreme Mystery Sect was located, had to pay tribute to the Supreme Mystery Sect every year.
In the early evening, tens of thousands of households in Dragon Emperor City had lit up their lights. If someone watched Dragon Emperor City from afar, he would find that Dragon Emperor City was like a bright lamp in the endless primeval woods in the night.
The pitch-dark, high city wall of Dragon Emperor City isolated the two different worlds. Outside the city wall, it was an endless wilderness covered with dense primitive woods; inside the city wall, it was a prosperous human world.
Of course, there were also foreign cultivators in Dragon Emperor City. Although humans occupied the majority of the population, it was not the Southern Wilderness Prefecture conferred by the royal households of Yan Country, but the hundreds of clans in Southern Wilderness.
Actually, it was more appropriate to call them the Southern Wasteland Barbarians.
The Southern Wasteland Prefecture King's Palace was located in a courtyard in the west of the city. It occupied a vast area, and the layout was very particular. There were pavilions, terraces, small bridges, flowing rivers, strange rocks, fake mountains, and verdant trees. It was completely in the style of the Central Plains.
After passing through the garden, there was a small lake at the back of the courtyard. Although it was a small lake, it had a circumference of several hundred mu. In the middle of the lake, there was a pavilion and a white jade bridge that spanned across the surface of the lake, connecting both sides.
At this moment, melodious music drifted out from the pavilion in the middle of the lake. In the hall on the second floor of the pavilion, the ground was covered with a thick golden silk carpet. There were nine tables on both sides of the hall. Each distinguished guest had his own table and sat cross-legged.
As the host, Yang Xun, the son of the Southern Wasteland Prefecture King, was sitting at the head of the hall. In the middle of the hall, there were glamorous singers singing and dancing.
There were only a few people sitting on both sides of the hall. Most of the seats were empty. Those sitting on the seats were all young men with dignified qi and strong vitality. As they looked around, their eyes flickered with shrewd light. These young men were all in their early twenties. Obviously, they were the outstanding figures of the young generation in Southern Wilderness.
"Report! Hu Zhan of the White Tiger Clan has arrived! "
At this moment, a vigorous voice drifted from outside the pavilion.
"Invite him in!" Yang Xun stood up. The other young men in the hall also stood up. The White Tiger Clan of the Southern Wilderness was one of the four great saint clans. That Hu Zhan could be said to be the most outstanding character in the White Tiger Clan. Among those of the same age as him, it was rare for him to meet a worthy opponent. He was an extremely powerful character.
"Why did Yang Xun invite him as well …" The few young men mumbled in low voices. One could tell that they were very wary of this Hu Zhan.
"Haha! Old Brother Yang … "A resonant voice rang out from outside the pavilion as a tall and sturdy figure walked in.
The entire pavilion, and even the air above the lake, was reverberating with the voice of this person. Those singers who were in the midst of dancing were all frightened by this sudden voice. They subconsciously halted their movements.
"Mhm? What's going on? Where are the people from the Three Great Daoist Sects? " The person who came was a young man with a stocky build, thick eyebrows, and a pair of tiger eyes. His gaze was like that of a ferocious beast.
This young man also appeared to be in his early twenties. However, he had a head of white hair that casually flowed behind his back. His entire body exuded an oppressive aura.
The eyes of that young man were as sharp as blades. He swept his gaze around the great hall as his countenance turned somewhat unsightly. "Old Brother Yang, what do you mean by this? I'm here for the people from the Three Great Daoist Sects. Where are they?"
When the few young men in the great hall saw this young man who resembled a ferocious tiger, their countenances involuntarily changed. As for the son of the Jiangling King, Yang Xun, he hurriedly walked over.
"Hehe! Brother Hu Zhan, please be seated. Don't be impatient, the people from the Three Great Daoist Sects should be arriving soon. "Yang Xun smiled.
"Hmph! I hope you won't disappoint me. You should know the consequences of making fun of me! " This Hu Zhan basically didn't give any face to Yang Xun, the son of the Jiangling King. He directly sat down on the first seat on the left.
"That fellow Dongfang Long only knows how to come up with rotten ideas. Before the Three Great Daoist Sects and the Hundred Races of the Southern Desolate Regions started fighting, I already have a stomach full of anger." Yang Xun was already cursing Dongfang Long in his heart.
However, this idea of Dongfang Long's really moved Yang Xun. With the people from the Three Great Daoist Sects, it could be considered a good plan to deal with these arrogant fellows from the Southern Desolate Regions.
Yang Jian had an ugly expression on his face as he returned to his seat unhappily. Just when he sat down, that booming voice rang out again.
"Reporting! Gui Teng of the Black Tortoise Race has arrived! "
"Mhm? Why is that bastard Gui Teng here as well? "When Hu Zhan heard the name Gui Teng, he couldn't help but frown.
At this moment, the sound of heavy footsteps rang out from outside. It was as though a gigantic monster was walking in from the outside. The entire pavilion seemed to be trembling along with the sound of footsteps.
However, when the person outside entered the great hall, everyone discovered that the person who made such heavy footsteps was actually a yellow-skinned young man who was less than five chi tall. His hands hung down to his knees, and he had a pointy head and a narrow forehead.
"Hmph! Smelly tiger, I didn't expect you to be here as well! " The strange-looking young man treated Yang Xun, his master, as though he was transparent. After sweeping his gaze across the great hall, his gaze landed on Hu Zhan.
"What's wrong? Is your turtle shell itching again? Do you want to get beaten up? " Hu Zhan glared at Gui Teng with his tiger-like eyes. A fierce killing intent immediately spread out from his body.
"Smelly tiger, what's the use of being fierce to me? If you have the guts, go and beat up the people from the Three Great Daoist Sects! " Gui Teng took heavy steps towards Hu Zhan and directly sat down on the seat beside Hu Zhan.
At this moment, everyone could clearly see that there was a bulge on Gui Teng's back. It seemed as though there was something like a pot hidden under his clothes. Could it be that he was still carrying his turtle shell?
Everyone present was an outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Southern Desolate Regions. Naturally, they knew the cultivation method of the Black Tortoise Clan. Seeing how heavy Gui Teng's steps were, he should still be carrying his turtle shell.
"Reporting! The Guangcheng Celestial Sect's Ren Wuming, Liu Yunhe, and Li Mengyao have arrived! "
When the elites of the Southern Desolate Regions in the pavilion heard this, their expressions immediately turned solemn. They all looked towards the entrance of the pavilion. The people from the Three Great Dao Sects had finally arrived.
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