329: Feather Tribe

Gu Ming slowly withdrew his gaze, his deep eyes fixed on the Immortal Jade Wine Goblet in his hand, the wine clear and sparkling, reflecting the chill in his eyes.

“Heh…”

The Ji Clan’s white-robed youth let out a light chuckle, “Gu Ming, weren’t you very arrogant earlier?”

“Now that you’ve been ignored like this, why aren’t you saying a word?”

“Have you become such a coward?”

Gu Ming snorted coldly, “An unknown nobody who doesn’t even dare to reveal his origin isn’t worth this Young Master’s anger.”

“If he steps out of this hall, he can be suppressed with a casual flick of my hand.”

Speaking of this, Gu Ming glanced at Wu Ning, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

He, a peerless Prodigy of the ancient clan, an Immortal Emperor, no one in this world dared to ignore him like this!

He was practically courting death!

“He can be suppressed with a casual flick of his hand, truly domineering words, as expected of Brother Gu Ming, I admire you, I admire you!”

The Ji Clan’s white-robed youth curled his lips into a smile; he actually hoped Gu Ming would make a move to test Wu Ning’s strength for him.

Based on Wu Ning’s handling of Ji Feng just now, he must also be an Immortal Emperor, but his specific Realm would only be known after a test.

Gu Ming let out a cold snort, his eyes growing increasingly gloomy.

People from Taiyin Holy Land, Five Elements Heavenly Sect, and other forces watched the show with interest, none of them speaking.

They looked at Wu Ning’s calm face, their expressions varied.

Daring to disregard Ji Ning and Gu Ming, they wondered if he truly had the confidence or if he was just arrogantly ignorant.

They couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of anticipation.

After the Goddess’s birthday banquet ended, they wanted to see how this person would conclude things.

“He’s really courting death!”

Bai Wuxiang secretly shook his head; this time, he truly witnessed what it meant for disaster to come from one’s mouth.

That fellow Ji Feng, because of his loose tongue, was still lying on the ground unconscious.

Gu Ming was probably still thinking about how to deal with Wu Ning, unaware that his own fate might be even worse than Ji Feng’s.

The rumored Wu Clan Dao Child was a ruthless Prodigy who killed without batting an eyelid.

…

The atmosphere in the grand hall became eerie, and everyone’s conversations grew much quieter.

“What exactly is depicted in that painting that has the Goddess so engrossed?”

Suddenly, someone asked curiously.

Everyone’s gaze immediately fell upon Yu Qingxuan.

“No, the Goddess seems… seems to be having an Epiphany?”

A young man from Taiyin Holy Land shook his head slightly, saying with some surprise.

“That’s right, the Goddess has indeed fallen into an Epiphany!”

Another person from an immortal force nodded.

“Hiss! This painting is so miraculous, it can actually make the Goddess have an Epiphany?”

Many people looked at Wu Ning inquiringly, immediately feeling that he had become unfathomable.

How did he manage to make the Ziwei Goddess fall into an Epiphany with a casually drawn painting?

Wu Ning’s expression was indifferent; such a minor trick, wasn’t it something anyone with hands could do?

But very soon, some people voiced different opinions.

“I don’t believe the Goddess falling into an Epiphany is due to that painting. With the Goddess’s peerless talent, isn’t it normal for her to occasionally fall into an Epiphany?”

A Purple-Robed Man from Five Elements Heavenly Sect shook his head.

His words immediately drew agreement from some people.

“Exactly, I once saw a wild grass by the roadside fall into an Epiphany. With the Goddess’s supreme talent, she has the potential to have an Epiphany from seeing anything, there’s no need to make a fuss.”

“An Epiphany relies on Opportunity, talent, and profound accumulated foundation; it’s impossible for someone to have an Epiphany merely because of an incomprehensible painting.”

“A single painting can make someone have an Epiphany, does he think he’s a supreme mighty being or something…”

Some people spoke one after another.

Especially the people from the ancient clan and the Ji Clan, all of them were full of disdain.

…

Several hours later.

Under everyone’s gaze, Yu Qingxuan’s eyes subtly moved, and she awoke from her Epiphany.

There was a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Although she had only been in an Epiphany for a few short hours, in her perception, tens of thousands of years had passed.

Soon, Yu Qingxuan recovered, her eyes becoming incredibly clear, with flashes of brilliance, and countless past doubts became suddenly clear.

A surge of excitement arose in her heart; although this Epiphany did not lead to an immediate Breakthrough, as long as she entered a period of secluded cultivation, it would undoubtedly cause her cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds.

More importantly, this Epiphany allowed her to clearly see her cultivation Dao, and she would not encounter any cultivation Bottleneck for a long time to come!

Swish!

Yu Qingxuan put down the scroll in her hand and immediately stood up, bowing remotely towards Wu Ning:

“Thank you, Dao Child, for this great gift, Qingxuan is endlessly grateful!”

Everyone looked surprised and puzzled.

What’s going on? Could it be that the Goddess falling into an Epiphany was truly related to that painting?

“It’s good that you like it; it was just a casual drawing, no need to pay too much attention.”

Wu Ning waved his hand lightly, and a force helped her up.

Ripples spread across Yu Qingxuan’s beautiful eyes; as expected of the Wu Clan Dao Child, renowned throughout the heavens, though he appeared nonchalant, he exuded unparalleled dominance and confidence.

As if everything was within his grasp!

“Xiao Shuang, add another seat next to me. How can the Dao Child sit below!”

Yu Qingxuan immediately instructed a maidservant beside her.

“No need, I’m quite fine sitting here.”

Wu Ning refused, and after speaking, he couldn’t help but glance at Bai Wuxiang.

This guy was still her fiancé in name.

In front of her fiancé, inviting another man to sit beside her, truly playful.

However, Bai Wuxiang’s expression was calm; he had come to annul the engagement in the first place, and he had long known that Yu Qingxuan favored the Wu Clan Dao Child.

Naturally, he wouldn’t have any unusual thoughts at this moment.

…

Yu Qingxuan carefully put away the scroll Wu Ning had given her, then took out an exquisite wooden box to store it.

“Goddess, you just had an Epiphany, was it truly due to this painting?”

The Purple-Robed Man from Five Elements Heavenly Sect asked with a frown.

Yu Qingxuan slightly raised her eyes, “Naturally, it is the credit of this painting, is there a problem?”

The Purple-Robed Man’s face became somewhat unnatural, feeling as if his face had been slapped repeatedly.

He felt that he was truly loose-tongued, why did he have to ask that question.

The people from the ancient clan and the Ji Clan also looked displeased, and even felt annoyed with Yu Qingxuan in their hearts.

Gu Ming, however, was completely unconcerned; it was only an Epiphany of a few hours, what use could such a short time be?

Just then, a maidservant quickly walked into the grand hall.

“Your Highness, a group of Feather Clan people are requesting an audience, saying they are here to attend your birthday banquet.”

“Feather Clan?”

Yu Qingxuan glanced out of the hall and said, “Please invite them in.”

The Feather Clan is one of the two most powerful types of Human Race in the Purple Azure Heaven Realm, with appearances identical to humans, but with a pair of wings on their backs, calling themselves the Feather God Race.

The maidservant immediately withdrew, and not long after, led several winged men and women into the grand hall.

There were five people in total, the foremost being a handsome golden-haired man with a high nose bridge, an arrogant expression, a pair of light blue eyes, and a pair of light golden wings on his back.

Following closely behind him were two beautiful women in silver armor, one with black hair and black eyes, the other with white hair and purple eyes, both with fair skin and a pair of white wings on their backs.

They had slender figures, long limbs, and their entire bodies exuded a faint layer of sacred light.