112: Chapter 112 The Song Kingdom's Carnival

"Hahaha, Junior Brother Zhao, Old Li is late."

"Good lad, reaching the Soul Transformation Realm quietly without a sound."

"When I first heard the news, I thought it was just someone with the same name."

"Come, come, come. These are some spirit meals, spirit fruits, and spirit wine I prepared for you on short notice."

"It's a good thing I'm the Peak Master of Sword Peak now with plenty of Disciples and grand-Disciples under me, otherwise I wouldn't have made it in time."

"Quickly, set them out."

Cloud tables and chairs were quickly formed, and then the Disciples of Sword Peak brought out the prepared spirit meals, spirit fruits, and spirit wine one by one.

It was worth mentioning that when the Sect Master conferred the title of Divine Lord upon Zhao Mo, the Cultivators of the Liu Clan had all left completely.

Thus, those present now were all Nascent Soul True Lords and Soul Transformation Cultivators who were not from the Liu Clan.

Among them were twenty Soul Transformation Cultivators and two hundred and eighty-seven Nascent Soul True Lords.

After everyone was seated, Li Feng said to Tong Weiping, who was sitting beside him, "Yo, Old Ghost Tong, why does your face look so terrible?"

"Are you sick?"

Li Feng was typically picking at Tong Weiping's scabs.

When they first met Zhao Mo, Tong Weiping was at the Nascent Soul Seventh Layer, Li Feng was at the Nascent Soul Eighth Layer, and Zhao Mo was still a Golden Core True Person.

Now, both Zhao Mo and Li Feng had become Nascent Soul Ancestors, yet Tong Weiping was still stuck in the Nascent Soul Realm.

If it weren't for his close relationship with Zhao Mo and his position as the Valley Master of Fengdeng Valley, he probably would have had to sit among the crowd of Nascent Soul True Lords.

How could he still be sitting here?

"My thanks to everyone today~"

Zhao Mo raised his wine cup. This spirit wine Li Feng had brought from somewhere was not only crystal clear but also incredibly fragrant; the scent alone made one's mouth water.

But having had previous experiences, Zhao Mo didn't dare to drink heavily and only took a small sip.

"Hmm, it's sweet?"

It wasn't pungent at all like before.

Most peculiarly, Zhao Mo's Primordial Spirit actually felt a sense of sweetness, a feeling that Zhao Mo found similar to when his Nascent Soul collided with Ding Xin's.

After finishing a cup of spirit wine, Zhao Mo felt as if his very bones had gone soft.

"This is a Grade 4 spirit wine brewed by True Lord Yunmeng of Heartless Valley, called sentimental drunken spring."

"It's a newly developed spirit wine. Since we are all gathered here by fate, everyone should have a taste and help spread the word."

"At the same time, I must thank Divine Lord Mo. Without your sentimental flowers, such a spirit wine could not have been brewed."

Li Feng clinked his wine cup against Zhao Mo's.

Hearing Li Feng say this, the Nascent Soul Ancestors and Nascent Soul True Lords who were originally uninterested all picked up their wine cups.

Simply because anyone who had cultivated in the Xuan Sect for a while knew that before True Lord Yunmeng entered Heartless Valley, she was the number one beauty of the Xuan Sect. Unfortunately, she was heartbroken and entered Heartless Valley.

"That's strange. Wasn't it said that True Lord Yunmeng was heartbroken and switched to cultivating the Heartless Dao? Why is this spirit wine she brewed so sweet?"

"Come, come, have another cup."

As the second cup of spirit wine went down,

after the sweetness, it gave people a sense of emptiness and loneliness.

It seemed this spirit wine could really produce a variety of sensations.

Now, the discussions of the Nascent Soul Ancestors shifted to this spirit wine, forgetting that this was Zhao Mo's Soul Transformation Dharma Assembly; the atmosphere was gradually veering off course.

"Come on, drink, drink~"

This was the first time Zhao Mo drank wine without collapsing after a single cup.

He felt like he could handle it now.

He was completely unaware that his steps had begun to sway, and the face of the Primordial Spirit in his Sea of Consciousness was as red as a monkey's bottom.

"Junior Brother Zhao, you can't drink anymore."

Tong Weiping stopped Zhao Mo, who was clearly not in the right state.

"Hey~ Senior Brother Tong, I personally watched Yunmeng brew these spirit wines; they won't get you drunk."

A gust of wind blew by, and Li Feng's tongue grew a bit thicker.

At this time, other Soul Transformation Cultivators also gathered around.

Luo Shen put his arm around Zhao Mo's shoulder.

"Back when we used the enlightenment spirit wine to plot against the Liu Clan Wine House, I could tell that Brother Zhao was no ordinary person. See, it's come true."

"You bunch of bastards, if I hadn't said we should give Brother Zhao more Spirit Stones back then, how would you have the face to sit here now?"

Having drunk too much, Luo Shen began to complain about old matters.

Hearing Luo Shen's words, the faces of several Soul Transformation Cultivators turned quite ugly.

"Hey, hey~ it's all in the past."

"Didn't I get forty thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones back then?"

"To me, that was already a huge sum of money. Without those Spirit Stones, I probably wouldn't have been able to break through to Soul Transformation."

"Nothing more to say."

"Every Nascent Soul Ancestor present will receive five nine breaths fruits."

"Consider it a thank you for how you've all looked after me over the years."

Zhao Mo once again handed out massive benefits.

In just this moment, over a hundred nine breaths fruits were given away.

"Come, come, drink~"

"Senior Brother Li, let me tell you."

"This spirit wine really suits my taste."

Zhao Mo said as he drained the spirit wine in his cup.

Then, a gust of wind blew by.

Zhao Mo felt the world spinning and fell flat on his back onto the white clouds.

"Hahaha, Junior Brother Zhao is drunk~"

Li Feng held his wine cup and pointed at Zhao Mo mockingly while staggering.

He didn't realize he was already at the edge of the white cloud; he stepped into empty air and fell off the cloud.

By the time the Disciples of Sword Peak carried Li Feng back up, he was unconscious, just like Zhao Mo.

Including Zhao Mo and Li Feng, thirteen out of the twenty-two Soul Transformation Cultivators had passed out drunk.

Even Tong Weiping, the Great Master of brewing, didn't dare to drink much and was thus able to stay sober.

"sentimental drunken spring?"

"I think it should be called 'Wind-Born Soul Transformation Drunk' instead."

Tong Weiping skillfully hoisted Zhao Mo onto his shoulder.

"You got drunk as a Golden Core True Person, you got drunk as a Nascent Soul True Lord, and now that you've become a Nascent Soul Ancestor, you're still the same. You really make 'no progress' your defining trait."

While grumbling, Tong Weiping stealthily looked around Tianfeng Valley. If Ding Xin were in the valley, he would drop Zhao Mo and run without hesitation.

...

"Congratulations to True Person Mo on becoming a Nascent Soul Ancestor."

"The Sect Master's Decree: Zhao Mo is conferred the title of Divine Lord Mo, and the Song State is permitted to establish a Yin Court, sharing in the Luck of the Xuan Sect."

"What?"

Sitting in the royal palace, Zhao Dun snapped the brush in his hand without even realizing it.

"Reporting to Your Majesty."

"The Martial Success King has reached the Deity Transformation Realm and has been conferred the title of Divine Lord Mo by the Xuan Sect. At the same time, the Song State has been permitted to establish a Yin Court."

The guard in the palace said tremblingly.

"Yin Court?"

Zhao Dun's eyes rolled back, and he actually fainted.

"Quickly, invite the Palace Master of Tianxuan Palace~"

The Song State's royal palace fell into chaos.

It was no wonder Zhao Dun fainted.

Compared to the ethereal immortal path, the Yin Court was what a secular Dynasty truly longed for.

"What is a Yin Court?"

It is an Underworld court, a continuation of the Song State in the Underworld.

In this world, the Laws of the Underworld are incomplete; the natural Underworld is simply unsuitable for the survival of ghosts.

Therefore, the past experts of the Xuan Sect built a small-scale Underworld within the Xuan Sect's territory, barely surviving by relying on the Xuan Sect's protection.

Consequently, those who could enter the Xuan Sect's Underworld were all people who had made great contributions to the Xuan Sect or the Xuan Jiao Human Race.

Now, the Zhao royal family of the Song State had also obtained an entry ticket. After Zhao Dun's death, he could openly enter the Xuan Sect's Underworld and enjoy the incense of the Song State.

And as long as the Song State did not perish, the Yin Court would not cease.

Thus, the Song State was in an uproar.

Zhao Dun issued a decree for a nationwide holiday to celebrate.

You might ask why the Zhao royal family wanted the whole country to celebrate?

Doesn't establishing a Yin Court require people? Could it be established with just a few members of the Zhao royal family?

That would be total nonsense.

Establishing a Yin Court requires a large number of people—no, a large number of souls. This way, the officials of the Song State would also have an opportunity.

From then on, "living as a person of the Song State and dying as a ghost of the Song State" would no longer be empty words.