120: Chapter 120 Invitation

The two of them arrived at a teahouse.

The teahouse wasn't large, but it was elegantly decorated.

The first floor had open seating, the second floor had private rooms, and the third floor was a terrace overlooking the entire street.

The waiter greeted them warmly and led them to a window seat on the second floor.

Two cups of tea were quickly served, the tea clear and steaming.

Jiang Wanxing picked up her cup and took a sip.

A cool sensation spread from the tip of her tongue, slid down her throat into her stomach, then dissolved at her Dantian and dispersed through her entire body.

Her originally somewhat agitated mood actually began to calm down slowly.

"This tea..."

"Spirit Tea." Yan Qingning picked up her own cup and blew on it gently. "Its grade isn't high, but it can calm the heart and focus the mind."

Jiang Wanxing nodded and took another sip.

The street scene outside was bustling, with Cultivators of all kinds coming and going.

In her ears were rising and falling conversations mixed with the noisy sounds of the marketplace.

Suddenly, several voices of discussion drifted over.

Sitting at the next table were several Cultivators, dressed differently from one another; they seemed to be Loose Cultivators who had gathered together temporarily.

One of them, a fat Taoist, lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"Hey, have you heard? That news..."

The Cultivator in green robes next to him raised an eyebrow. "You mean the one about the Demon Venerable getting married?"

"Shh!" The fat Taoist quickly made a silencing gesture. "Keep it down! This isn't something you can just talk about casually!"

The green-robed Cultivator sneered. "What's there to fear? There are no people from the Blood Fiend Sect here."

People from another table also leaned in to join the discussion.

"I heard the invitations have already been sent out."

"Sent to whom?"

"Who knows! Anyway, it's definitely some big shots."

"Who do you think the groom is? To be able to catch that Demon Venerable's eye?"

"Maybe it's some hidden old monster."

"Or perhaps some peerless handsome man?"

The several people burst into laughter.

The fat Taoist waved his hand and continued in a low voice:

"I heard that the Demon Venerable is usually very cold and kills without blinking. For her to be moved by Mortal feelings, this groom must be extraordinary."

"If you ask me, this is likely fake. What kind of person is that Demon Venerable? Would she even look at a man?"

"Hey, you can't say that. No matter how powerful a woman is, she has times when she's lonely."

Another round of low laughter followed.

Yan Qingning held her teacup, listening quietly.

Jiang Hongyuan.

She remembered this name.

They had clashed a few times on the battlefield years ago.

That woman was indeed powerful, with ruthless methods and a cold Heart-Nature; she was the kind of opponent who left a deep impression.

She's getting married?

She couldn't help but feel a bit amused.

Yan Qingning lowered her eyes and took a sip of tea.

Jiang Wanxing leaned in and asked softly, "Junior Martial Uncle, who are they talking about?"

"A Cultivator of the Demonic Path," Yan Qingning said indifferently. "It has nothing to do with us."

Jiang Wanxing gave an "oh" and stopped asking.

Just then, a sudden warmth came from Yan Qingning's sleeve.

She took out the jade tablet.

It was the identity token of the Xuanxiao Immortal Sect.

At this moment, the jade tablet was glowing with a faint fluorescence, flickering as if urging something.

Yan Qingning infused a trace of spiritual power.

A familiar voice came from the jade tablet:

"Junior Sister, return to the Sect immediately."

It was Sang Cheng's voice.

Her Senior Brother.

The voice was urgent, as if something had happened.

Yan Qingning looked at the jade tablet, her brows furrowing slightly.

Return to the Sect?

She had just left the Sect and hadn't even been in the Central Continent for a few days before her Senior Brother was urging her to return?

What could be so urgent?

Seeing her expression change, Jiang Wanxing asked cautiously, "Junior Martial Uncle, what's wrong?"

Yan Qingning put away the jade tablet and remained silent for a moment.

"There's a matter at the Sect."

Jiang Wanxing was startled. "Then... are we going back?"

Yan Qingning didn't answer immediately.

She looked out the window.

In the distance, the pavilions of the White Jade Capital were layered one upon another, faintly visible amidst the clouds and mist.

Yan Qingning put down her teacup and stood up.

"Let's go."

Jiang Wanxing quickly followed. "Where to?"

Yan Qingning didn't look back.

"First, back to Peak Cloud Sea."

Jiang Wanxing looked at her back; after spending a few days together, she felt somewhat worried.

She didn't want her Junior Martial Uncle to find her brother.

She didn't want to...

But if she left her Junior Martial Uncle, she wouldn't be able to find where her brother was on her own.

This made Jiang Wanxing feel very conflicted.

It was all Junior Martial Uncle's fault; she was the one who lost her brother.

If it were her, she would never have allowed such a thing to happen.

The two of them returned to Peak Cloud Sea.

This was a cloud ferry port not far from the Imperial Capital, where all kinds of flying Cloud Boats from all over the world were transferred.

Cloud Boats had already become a common way of traveling in the Central Continent.

Not only were there Cultivators, but also Mortals.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a Teleportation Array that could send people directly to the mountaintop, where they could board at the station built there.

The Xuanxiao tower boat was docked not far away.

Its massive body cast a large shadow, making it immediately noticeable.

After Yan Qingning settled Jiang Wanxing in.

Holding Frost Radiance, she slashed open a spatial rift with one sword strike.

The space slashed open this time was somewhat small, and there was some golden energy around the rift trying to quickly repair it.

The Heavenly Dao rules around the Imperial Capital were strengthened by dense incense Luck.

Even the space was more stable than the outside world.

Yan Qingning stepped into the spatial rift.

In the blink of an eye, she returned to the main hall of the Xuanxiao Immortal Sect.

As long as a scene existed in her memory, she could go there in an instant.

In the future, she wouldn't need to take a tower boat if she wanted to go to the Imperial Capital.

In the main hall, an old man with half-white hair and beard saw Yan Qingning arrive and hurriedly beckoned her over.

He wore a black-and-gray gradient robe and looked very simple.

This person was precisely the Sect Head of the Xuanxiao Immortal Sect, Sang Cheng.

Yan Qingning walked slowly to Sang Cheng. "Senior Brother, why have you called me back so urgently?"

Sang Cheng's face looked somewhat weak, and he asked Yan Qingning to sit.

He had failed his attempt at Void Tempering and only avoided death during the breakthrough thanks to a supreme treasure.

Looking at her Senior Brother's appearance, Yan Qingning already had some faint suspicions in her heart.

It was likely that same old routine again.

Sang Cheng said, "Don't worry, I can still hold on for another decade or so, so you don't need to be afraid of me mentioning the matter of passing down the position anymore."

It was as if he had long guessed what she was afraid of, so he said it in advance.

Yan Qingning said, "Then what other matter is there?"

Her body relaxed.

A red invitation appeared in Sang Cheng's hand, with a golden "Double Happiness" character prominently displayed on it.

"Have you heard that the Ember Lotus Demon Venerable is getting married?"

Yan Qingning was startled; she had indeed just heard about it.

But what did that have to do with her?

Sang Cheng placed the invitation on the table with a serious expression.

"A Disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect delivered the wedding invitation to our Xuanxiao Immortal Sect, saying they want to invite you to attend the wedding."