423: Chapter 423 Target Chang Yuan

[You fall into a brief thought and quickly come up with a way.]

[A faint smile plays on your lips:]

["A Hongmen Banquet, is it?"]

["Then this time, I'll let your Liu Clan suffer another setback!"]

[After making up your mind, you begin to look for a suitable candidate.]

[Your Divine Sense spreads out like a net...]

[A moment later, it locks onto a private room on the second floor of Wangyou Pavilion.]

[A burly bald man is laughing loudly while holding a female Cultivator. His head is bright, reflecting the light under the candlelight.]

[This person is named Chang Yuan, the Sect Leader of the Tai Xuan Sect, an Early Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.]

[This guy is quite interesting.]

[He hasn't been on Ziyang Star for long, yet he has already pulled together a small Sect of about a hundred people, barely scraping by in this Ziyang Immortal City.]

[Originally, he was just an insignificant character, but as soon as the news of the Liu Clan wanting to unify Ziyang Star spread, he became more enthusiastic than anyone else.]

["The Liu Clan is coming, and our good days are coming!"]

["Unification is a good thing! Everyone twists into a single rope, and in the future, Ziyang Star can also hold its head high in the Immortal Realm!"]

["Follow the Liu Clan, and there will be meat to eat!"]

[He said this to everyone he met, his voice was loud, and before long, it reached the ears of the Liu Clan.]

[Thus, among the hundreds of forces invited by the Liu Clan, an insignificant name—Tai Xuan Sect—was unusually added.]

[It is the only bottom-tier force in this "Hongmen Banquet."]

[At this moment, Chang Yuan is drinking happily.]

[Sitting to his left is a white-haired old man, and to his right is a fair-faced young man.]

["Fellow Daoist Chang," the old man raises his wine cup and leans in with a smile, "In the future, you must look after us old brothers more."]

[The old man is named Duan De, an Early Nascent Soul Stage Loose Cultivator who has been around Ziyang Star for some years.]

["Right, right, right," the young man immediately chimes in, his face full of smiles, "When Fellow Daoist Chang prospers in the future, don't forget about us."]

[This young man is named Luo Jing, also a Loose Cultivator at the Early Nascent Soul Stage.]

["Easy to say, easy to say!" Chang Yuan rubs his shiny head and smiles even more happily, "We are all brothers, all brothers!"]

[Duan De takes a sip of wine and tentatively speaks: "Fellow Daoist Chang, this time the Liu Clan's assembly... can you take us two brothers to broaden our horizons?"]

[Luo Jing's eyes light up, and he follows with a nod.]

[Both of them know that this invitation is not something just anyone can get.]

[Loose Cultivators like them can't even get through the door.]

[But if they follow Chang Yuan in, if the Liu Clan's people take a few more looks at them, maybe...]

[The smile on Chang Yuan's face falters.]

[He puts down his wine cup, sighs, and rubs his bald head, looking very troubled: "Oh, you two, this matter... it's really difficult for me."]

[He lowers his voice: "That envoy from the Liu Clan only gave one Invitation Card. One invitation can only allow three people in. I have to take two Disciples from my Sect, otherwise, if those people under me stop listening later, how can I still be the Sect Leader?"]

[He is telling the truth.]

[Those invited this time are all prominent forces on Ziyang Star.]

[In addition, branches of major forces spread across the Immortal Realm, such as Langgan Pavilion, Tianxing Tower, Wangyou Pavilion, and Wanbao Tower, are also on the list.]

[Even the strongest families on several nearby Shattered Star Continents didn't manage to get an invitation.]

[The reason Chang Yuan can get in is because of his mouth.]

[The Liu Clan needs some people to speak for them.]

[And Chang Yuan happens to be the one with the loudest voice and the most effort.]

[This is to tell everyone—whoever the Liu Clan wants to rise, that person can rise.]

[Duan De and Luo Jing exchange a glance, understanding the situation.]

[Duan De puts down his wine cup and says seriously: "Fellow Daoist Chang, how about this..."]

[He pauses and looks at Luo Jing, who immediately nods.]

["The two of us are willing to join the Tai Xuan Sect and serve as Elders in your Sect."]

[Chang Yuan's eyes light up.]

[The Tai Xuan Sect is currently just a makeshift group with about a hundred Disciples, and not many who can fight.]

[If these two Nascent Soul Cultivators join, their strength will instantly double.]

[Moreover, this Liu Clan assembly will definitely involve killing the chicken to warn the monkey.]

[There will be plenty of dirty and tiring work by then. With these two helpers, he will be much safer himself.]

[The more he thinks about it, the more he feels this is doable.]

["Good!" Chang Yuan slaps his thigh and raises his wine cup, "With you two joining, my Tai Xuan Sect is filled with glory!"]

[He stands up, his bald head shining under the candlelight: "From now on, we three brothers will work together to expand the Tai Xuan Sect! Sooner or later, we'll make it a great Sect on this Ziyang Star!"]

[Duan De and Luo Jing exchange a glance, also stand up, and raise their cups.]

["Cheers!"]

[The three of them drink it all in one go.]

[After putting down the wine cup, Luo Jing hesitates for a moment and says in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Chang, should we... make an oath?"]

[Chang Yuan is stunned for a moment, then nods: "Right, right, make an oath!"]

[So, in front of the dancers and female Cultivators, the three of them raise their hands to the sky and swear a great dao oath—to advance and retreat together, share honor and disgrace, and build up the Tai Xuan Sect together.]

[After the oath is sworn, the three of them look at each other and laugh heartily, their laughter echoing in the private room.]

[The dancers continue to dance gracefully.]

[A moment later,]

[The three of them disperse, each taking a female Cultivator back to their rooms.]

[Smelling of alcohol, Chang Yuan holds the girl and falls onto the bed with a smile.]

[In the rooms of Wangyou Pavilion, every room is equipped with soundproofing and concealment Formations to prevent outsiders from peeking.]

[But to you, these Formations are just for show.]

[You stand in the corner of the room, watching the movement on the bed, and smile faintly.]

[You wait for a few breaths.]

[Chang Yuan is buried in the female Cultivator's body when he suddenly feels something is wrong.]

[He stops his movements, and his drunkenness clears up a bit.]

[He looks down—the woman beneath him has her eyes open, her pupils dilated, a hint of a smile still on her lips, but she is no longer breathing.]

["Fuck? Dead?"]

[He sits up abruptly, staring wide-eyed at the female Cultivator.]

[She was fine just now, how did she die?]

[The next second, a chill runs down his back.]

[Before he can turn around, an invisible and colorless light has already pierced into his back, going straight into his Dantian.]

[His Nascent Soul didn't even have time to struggle before being completely imprisoned.]

[Chang Yuan freezes there, his pupils dilating.]

[He feels the memories in his mind being flipped through like a book, page by page—]

[There is the night when he was a child, hiding in a well, covering his mouth and not daring to make a sound.]

[There are the days when he was begging on the street and being kicked away.]

[There is the moment when he picked up that tattered Cultivation Technique, his heart beating so fast it felt like it would jump out.]

[There is the dusk when he killed for the first time, his hands shaking so much he couldn't hold the blade.]

[There are the people he attached himself to one by one later, and the forces he annexed one by one...]

[Those images flash by like a revolving lantern, getting faster and more blurred.]

[Then, they stop.]