79: Attending a banquet, or serving food?

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, the entire Wanghai City was shrouded in an eerie atmosphere.

On one side, there was the shocking rumor that the Myriad Dao Divine Sect was going to spend a fortune to buy the entire city.

On the other side, there was the official stance of the City Lord's Mansion, which had sent out widespread invitations claiming they wanted to discuss grand plans with the Myriad Dao Divine Sect.

Undercurrents were surging wildly beneath the calm surface.

Everyone stretched their necks, waiting to see how this play would end.

Would the powerful dragon crossing the river suppress the local serpent, or would the local serpent swallow the dragon crossing the river in one bite?

Tingchao Pavilion.

Inside the main courtyard, the atmosphere was completely different from the tension outside.

"Third Junior Brother, can you stop pacing? You're making my eyes dizzy."

Su Linger looked at Wang Duojin, who was pacing back and forth in front of her with his chubby face twisted into a knot, her cold voice tinged with helplessness.

Wang Duojin stopped and made a bitter face.

"Second Senior Sister, I'm just nervous!"

He carefully took out that yellow jade talisman from his bosom and looked at it over and over again.

"Do you think this thing Revered Master gave is reliable?"

"Looking at it, it doesn't even have as much Spiritual Qi as the abacus beads I use for calculations."

"How can you question Revered Master's item?"

To the side, Ye Chenfeng, who was slowly wiping his sword hilt with a piece of deerskin, spoke without raising his head.

His voice was as steady as ever.

Zhao Wuyou sat cross-legged on the bluestone in the courtyard, eyes closed, his golden long hair moving without wind, as if he had merged with the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth.

He was deaf to everything outside.

The newly promoted Personal Disciple, Ye Wushang, leaned in the shadows of the corner, holding a pitch-black devilish blade, his whole person seeming to merge with the darkness.

He was like a lone wolf ready to strike, silent and dangerous.

As for the little transparent Gongsun Yan, she had been teleported back to the Myriad Dao Divine Sect to continue Alchemy.

Just then, the door of the main house creaked open.

Chu Xuanjin walked out, yawning.

He was still wearing simple green robes, his hair tied loosely with a wooden hairpin, looking just like a neighbor's scholar who had just woken up.

"Are you all ready?"

He swept his gaze over everyone.

"Revered Master!"

The five Personal Disciples bowed in unison.

"Let's go."

Chu Xuanjin waved his hand, as if he were calling people to go to the street corner for a bowl of wontons.

"Don't keep our host waiting too long."

...

In front of the City Lord's Mansion, it was already bustling with activity.

Li Xuanfeng brought almost all the prominent families and chamber of commerce representatives of Wanghai City, waiting respectfully at the entrance.

When the team of over a hundred from the Myriad Dao Divine Sect appeared at the end of the long street, everyone's breath hitched.

At the head was the legendary and unfathomable Sect Master of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect, Chu Xuanjin.

He walked very slowly, very casually.

Yet with every step he took, it seemed as if he were stepping on the nodes of the world's veins.

Invisible dao rhyme circulated around him.

Behind him, Ye Chenfeng held his sword, Su Linger stood with hands behind her back, Wang Duojin shook his fan, Zhao Wuyou pressed his hand on his halberd, and Ye Wushang clutched his blade.

The five Personal Disciples had different temperaments, yet all exuded a calmness and sharpness far beyond their peers.

Further back were Lin Yi, Er Gou, and the hundred other Inner Sect and Outer Sect Disciples.

They were uniformly dressed in the myriad dao immortal robe issued by the Sect, green robes and white gowns, their Aura connected as one, and as they walked, there was vaguely a sense of Formation circulation.

This was no group of bumpkins from the Eastern Wasteland.

This was clearly a well-trained army of tigers and wolves that could crush mountains and rivers at any moment!

Li Xuanfeng's heart trembled violently.

He hurriedly stepped forward, bending his waist at a ninety-degree angle.

"Welcome, Sect Master Chu! Welcome, Immortals!"

"The City Lord has already prepared a light meal in the mansion and has been waiting for a long time!"

Chu Xuanjin gave a hum, acknowledging it.

He didn't even glance at Li Xuanfeng, walking straight into the open gate of the City Lord's Mansion, which looked like the mouth of a giant beast.

...

City Lord's Mansion, banquet hall.

Nectar and jade liquid, immortal fruits and delicacies were served like a flowing stream.

Graceful dancers danced in the center, and immortal music lingered in the beams, endless.

It was a scene of luxury and singing and dancing.

In the main seat, Wei Zheng, wearing the official robes of the City Lord, was glowing with health, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.

He frequently raised his glass, enthusiastically to Chu Xuanjin.

"Sect Master Chu's arrival makes my small City Lord's Mansion shine!"

"This old man will toast the Sect Master first!"

Chu Xuanjin picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and put it down.

"City Lord Wei, you are too polite."

His gaze swept over every corner of the hall.

Those dancing dancers, those musicians playing immortal music, those maids serving tea and water.

Under the Heavenly Dao Dharma Eye, their bodies were wrapped in a faint, almost imperceptible layer of black Qi.

"Let's get straight to the point."

Chu Xuanjin put down his wine glass, his voice not loud, but it instantly overpowered the immortal music filling the hall.

"My Disciple said that you want to talk to me about the business of buying this city."

The hall fell silent instantly.

Everyone's eyes focused on Wei Zheng.

The smile on Wei Zheng's face stiffened slightly.

Then, he laughed out loud.

"Sect Master Chu, you are straightforward! I admire that!"

He stood up and walked to the center of the hall.

"That's right! This old man is very interested in this business!"

"It's just that Wanghai City is the gateway to the Central Plains, and it is of great importance. Although I am the City Lord, I dare not act arbitrarily."

"If Sect Master Chu is truly interested, why not let me see your Sect's 'sincerity' first?"

As soon as he finished speaking.

"Boom!"

A loud noise!

The two gates of the banquet hall, forged from ten-thousand-year cold iron, slammed shut!

Immediately after.

On the floor, walls, and dome of the entire hall, countless blood-red runes lit up instantly!

A thick, blood-like, foul-smelling Devilish Qi gushed out from those runes!

The original immortal music turned into shrill ghost howls.

Those graceful dancers and beautiful maids, under the erosion of the Devilish Qi, their bodies began to twist and deform!

Their skin quickly became withered and pitch-black.

Their nails became sharp and long.

Their eyes turned into a scarlet red!

In the blink of an eye, this immortal hall turned into an Asura blood prison where demons danced in chaos!

"Hehehehe..."

Wei Zheng's body was also undergoing drastic changes.

His body grew several feet taller, and it seemed as if countless poisonous insects were wriggling under his skin.

Strange devilish patterns appeared on his face, and his voice became hoarse and sharp.

He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, his eyes greedily staring at the Personal Disciples behind Chu Xuanjin.

"Your flesh and blood, your Divine Soul, are the best sincerity!"

"Welcome to my 'Ten Thousand Demon Blood Sacrifice Formation'!"

"A bunch of idiots from the Eastern Wasteland! Today, all of you will become sacrifices for my Lord's descent!"

He opened his arms and laughed wildly.

The terrifying devilish might swept through the entire hall!

The expressions of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect Disciples changed drastically!

Lin Yi and the others instantly drew their swords to form a sword Formation, protecting Chu Xuanjin in the center.

Su Linger waved her jade hand, and ice walls rose from the ground, temporarily isolating the surging Devilish Qi.

Wang Duojin was so scared that his chubby face turned pale, one hand already clutching the yellow jade talisman in his bosom tightly.

Ye Chenfeng pressed his hand on his sword hilt, his eyes sharp as a knife.

In Zhao Wuyou's golden eyes, raging Battle Intent ignited.

The corner of Ye Wushang's mouth curled into a cold, bloodthirsty arc.

Only Chu Xuanjin remained.

He was still sitting steadily in his seat.

He even had the leisure to pick up the cup of wine on the table that he had only taken a sip of.

He looked at the scene of demons dancing in chaos before him, looking at the crazily laughing Wei Zheng.

There was not a hint of panic on his face.

Instead, he revealed a playful smile, as if he were watching a monkey show.

He drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

"Sigh."

He shook his head, feeling somewhat uninterested.

"The prelude is too long."

He put down the wine glass and raised his eyes to look at Wei Zheng, who had completely demonized and whose Aura had surged to the Peak of Void Refining.

"Are all the dishes served?"

"Is this it?"