105: Chapter 105 A Feast at Hongmen? Bringing Zombies to a Feast! This Table Is Full of Masters!

"Since it's a Feast at Hongmen, I can't go empty-handed."

Su Yang looked at the invitation turning into ashes in his hand, brushed the dust off his hands, and turned to look at Chu Ling, who was hanging salted fish in the courtyard.

"Chu Ling, stop playing. Go change your clothes and come out with me."

"Going out? Where to?"

Chu Ling's eyes lit up.

"To a banquet."

Su Yang's lips curled up slightly.

"I heard several Great Masters from Jiangzhou want to see our methods. As Juniors, we should go and... open these old folks' eyes."

"A banquet?! I want to go!"

Chu Ling excitedly floated back into the house, and in less than three minutes, she had changed into a black Lolita dress.

She also wore a lace headband, looking like an exquisite dark-style doll.

"I want to go too!"

Mary was not to be outdone and produced a parasol from somewhere; although it was late at night, this was the style of a Vampire.

"Fine, take everyone."

Su Yang waved his hand.

"Yuqing, prepare the car."

"We're going to that Shanshui Villa."

...

Shanshui Villa.

This was one of the top private clubs in Jiangzhou, built on the scenic peak of Yunwu Mountain, and usually only accepted the most distinguished members.

But today, the entire villa had been booked out.

The parking lot was full of various luxury cars, many with out-of-town plates, and even several Hongqi cars with special passes.

At the villa entrance, two rows of young men dressed in taoist robes or Tang suits stood with their hands behind their backs. Their temples were bulging, and their gazes were sharp; they were clearly trained martial artists.

"Screech—"

A black Mercedes-Benz G-Class parked arrogantly at the main entrance, nearly crushing the red carpet.

"Who is it? Don't you know the rules?!"

A young priest at the door, his face darkening, was about to scold them.

The car door opened.

First, a long leg in black stockings stepped out, followed by Ye Yuqing in red-bottomed high heels.

Dressed in professional attire, her Aura was in full force as she cast a cold glance at the priest.

"Celestial Master Agency, Su Yang."

"What? Daoist Priest Xuan Chengzi of Qingcheng Mountain invited us. Is this how you treat your guests?"

"Su... Su Yang?!"

Hearing this name, the faces of the guards at the door changed instantly.

A person's reputation follows them like a shadow.

Over the past week, Su Yang's name had been like a thunderclap in Jiangzhou's Xuanmen circles.

He had single-handedly defeated Ghost Granny's Clone, broken the Ten Thousand Ghost Array overnight, and even knew the legendary Thunder Technique!

This was no Junior; this was clearly a bringer of calamity!

"So... so it is Fellow Daoist Su."

The lead priest stepped forward with trepidation, and though he was afraid, he still blocked the way.

"According to the convention's rules, for safety reasons, no participants are allowed to bring weapons of mass destruction, nor are they allowed to bring... demon pets."

As he spoke, he looked warily at Chu Ling and Mary, who had just gotten out of the car.

Although they were beautiful, in the eyes of an expert, their chilling Aura could not be hidden.

"Demon pets?"

Su Yang, who had just stepped out, couldn't help but laugh when he heard those words.

"Daoist, you can eat whatever you want, but you shouldn't talk nonsense."

Su Yang pointed at Chu Ling.

"This is my security captain, a princess of the Great Chu Imperial Family, a genuine member of the royalty."

He then pointed at Mary.

"This is my housekeeping supervisor, of European noble blood, with a title of nobility."

"And you call them demon pets?"

"What? Is this Xuanmen convention of yours practicing racial discrimination?"

"This... this..."

The priest was forced into a cold sweat by the invisible pressure emanating from Su Yang, stuttering and unable to speak.

"Fine, I won't make things difficult for you."

Su Yang patted his shoulder, releasing a burst of hidden force that sent the priest stumbling back three steps, just enough to clear the entrance.

"Come on, let's go in."

Su Yang led the three women and swaggered into the villa.

...

Passing through the front courtyard, they arrived at the main hall.

This place had already been set up as a massive venue.

A long mahogany conference table was placed in the center of the hall, and it was already full of people.

On the left sat old priests in taoist robes holding fly-whisks, each looking like an immortal, but also each having an arrogant gaze.

On the right were middle-aged men in Tang suits or business suits, representatives of Jiangzhou's local Feng Shui masters and prominent families.

The moment Su Yang stepped into the hall.

The crowd, which had been whispering, fell silent instantly.

Dozens of gazes, like sharp swords, pierced toward Su Yang all at once.

There was scrutiny, disdain, wariness, and... greed.

"Su Yang, you're late."

Sitting in the seat of honor was an Old Daoist Priest with white hair and beard and a ruddy complexion.

He wore a purple Celestial Master robe and fiddled with two iron balls in his hand. His voice was as loud as a bell, making the chandeliers in the hall hum.

This was the organizer of the convention—the Elder of Qingcheng Mountain, Xuan Chengzi.

"Am I late?"

Su Yang looked at the wall clock.

"Exactly six o'clock, not a minute off."

Ignoring the hostile gazes around him, he walked straight to the end of the conference table—where the only empty chair remained.

But he didn't sit in that chair.

Instead, he walked directly opposite Xuan Chengzi, to the seat of honor that was clearly left for some important figure, and sat down boldly.

"Yuqing, pour the tea."

"Yes, Boss."

Ye Yuqing cooperatively took out her own tea leaves and a thermos from her bag, pouring a cup of steaming spirit tea for Su Yang.

This move of turning the tables and acting as the host completely baffled everyone present.

"Presumptuous!"

A dark-faced man sitting to Xuan Chengzi's left slammed the table and stood up.

"That seat is reserved for Celestial Master Zhang of Dragon Tiger Mountain's Celestial Masters Mansion! You, a mere brat, dare to sit there?!"

"Celestial Master Zhang?"

Su Yang took a sip of tea without even raising his eyelids.

"Is he here?"

"No... he's not..." The dark-faced man stammered.

"If he's not here, why are you barking?"

Su Yang put down his teacup and calmly scanned the room.

"Since we are discussing the Dao, we should let our abilities do the talking."

"I think this seat suits me just fine."

"Good! 'Let our abilities do the talking,' indeed!"

Xuan Chengzi didn't get angry; instead, he laughed, though there were daggers hidden in that smile.

"It's good for young people to have spirit, but being too rigid makes one easy to break."

"Su Yang, we didn't invite you here today to fight over seats."

"We want to ask you..."

Xuan Chengzi's gaze suddenly became incredibly sharp, staring intently at Su Yang.

"As a member of the Righteous Path, why do you secretly keep vengeful ghosts and zombies? You even Cultivate the Demonic Path's 'ten thousand souls banner'!"

"Do you know that this is a great taboo in the Xuanmen? Everyone has the right to execute you!"

As his voice fell, the dozens of Great Masters present simultaneously released their Aura, converging into a massive pressure that bore down heavily on Su Yang!

This posture was clearly intended to suppress him on the spot!

"Demonic Path? Taboo?"

Facing this overwhelming pressure, Su Yang acted as if nothing was happening, even leisurely crossing his legs.

"I say, everyone, have you mistaken something?"

Su Yang pointed at Chu Ling and Mary behind him.

"I keep ghosts because they can work and guard the house."

"I refined the ten thousand souls banner because those tens of thousands of wandering ghosts had no one to look after them. I kindly took them in to give them a home."

"This is called... rational use of resources, understand?"

"Sophistry!"

Xuan Chengzi roared, and the iron balls in his hand were suddenly crushed.

"Evil and heterodox ways, everyone has the right to execute you!"

"Since you refuse to repent and hand over the ten thousand souls banner and those Prodigies, don't blame us for enforcing justice on behalf of Heaven!"

"Men! Deploy the array!"

Crash!

The curtains around the hall suddenly fell, plunging the entire room into darkness.

Dozens of golden lights lit up, forming a massive Demon-Trapping Array that firmly trapped Su Yang and the others in the center.

"So the dagger is finally revealed?"

Su Yang looked at the glowing runes around him and shook his head helplessly.

"I originally wanted to reason with you."

"But since you insist on taking action..."

Su Yang slowly stood up and slammed his teacup onto the floor!

"Smash!"

"Chu Ling! Mary!"

"Loosen the bones of these old fogies!"

"Yes, Master!"

The two female devils, who had long been unable to restrain themselves, instantly bared their fangs!