“What did you say!?”

As soon as Dou Zhao’s words fell, someone slammed the table and stood up.

In this situation, the first one to stand up and express dissatisfaction was Yu Xiaochen from the Blood River Sect.

His dissatisfaction was actually not directed at Dou Zhao, but at Chong Xuanzun.

Dou Zhao’s words, “we three,” his discussion of “three people being enough,” and his disregard for others, made him temporarily agitated.

What he was most dissatisfied with, of course, was the command the previous generation sect master left before his death, intending to let Chong Xuanzun succeed him. And Chong Xuanzun actually refused!

The position he infinitely yearned for was abandoned by others like worn shoes.

The sect that gave birth to him, raised him, and made him extremely proud, in the eyes of Sect Master Huo, surprisingly had no one within the sect capable of inheriting, and only Chong Xuanzun outside the sect.

Everyone has the same pair of fists, one life, one Dao, all in Shen Lin.

What is so extraordinary about these so-called heavenly prides from dominant countries?!

Today, the Dragon Palace holds a grand feast, and who at the seats isn’t a heavenly pride?

Dou Zhao’s phrase “pour wine” almost offended everyone.

It wasn’t just Yu Xiaochen who was dissatisfied, was it?

The green-robed Xie Junmeng cursed: “Arrogance should have a limit. If you’re sick, come to East King Valley to be cured!”

The iron-jade Zhongshan Weisun asked: “Acting tyrannically in Chu country is one thing, but you dare to be so unrestrained outside, who gave you the confidence!?”

Furthermore, Qin Zhizhen, according to his position, had a deep and shadowy momentum, and asked word by word: “Does the Dou family child look down on the world’s heroes?”

For a time, public indignation was aroused, and emotions surged.

Even Chong Xuanzun and Jiang Wang frowned.

Chong Xuanzun is always used to simplifying complex problems, while Dou Zhao knows how to stir the waters. As for Jiang Wang… he’s purely a bit tired.

In contrast, Xiang Beiqu Shunhua and the others were already accustomed to it. Although they were also Chu people and weren’t exempt from Dou Zhao’s collective mockery, they remained unmoved.

And Zhong Liyan… he only regretted that these words weren’t spoken by himself. If he had the chance, he could shout even louder!

Zuo Guangshu thought of the time in the Mountain Sea Realm when Dou Zhao also wiped out all potential allies by himself and was eventually miserably surrounded, and couldn’t help but want to laugh. But he immediately remembered that this time he and Dou Zhao were in the same team.

He immediately stood out very responsibly to smooth things over: “All esteemed ones, please calm down a bit. Actually, Dou Zhao didn’t mean that—”

“That’s exactly what I meant.” Dou Zhao interrupted, scanning the surroundings with a sideways glance, and calling out names one by one: “Yu Xiaochen? If your ears aren’t good, then listen carefully—I said, the vast majority of people here are only qualified to pour wine for me, and you, you don’t even have the qualification to pour wine for me! Vulgar fellow!”

“Xie Junmeng? Limits are set for the mediocre. You tie yourself up, just do it. Don’t come in front of me to lose face! After the banquet, I’ll go to East King Valley for a consultation to see about my condition of finding no opponent. If you have the guts, block me at the front of the valley!”

“And you, this little bastard Zhongshan! You weren’t qualified to touch me at Guanhet Tai, so where do you get the confidence to open your mouth now?”

Finally, looking at Qin Zhizhen: “World’s heroes? Sorry, I don’t see any.”

The Tian Xiao Knife had already appeared in his hand, held by him at an angle pointing to the ground, and then he scanned again, saying lightly: “All of you, one by one, if anyone is unconvinced, come forward!”

He wasn’t a stubborn fool.

He also didn’t intentionally want to stir up the situation at this Dragon Palace banquet.

He really… wanted to explore his own limits. He wanted to take advantage of this time of gathering of the strong, borrow these world-renowned heavenly prides, to sharpen his Tian Xiao Knife!

What do the rewards of the Dragon Palace banquet count for? These opponents who can be used to test his knife are the biggest harvest of this trip.

Although emotions were surging, once the Tian Xiao Knife was drawn, people more or less needed to calm down.

Only Qin Zhizhen immediately rose from the front of his seat.

Doze Huang Budong also suddenly woke up, jumped up, his eyes swayed and wandered for a while, then focused back, aiming at Dou Zhao.

When Qin Zhizhen, dressed all in black martial clothes, grabbed that black knife named “Hengzong” from the void.

When behind him, a shadowy dark palace faintly appeared.

When the light of the Heavenly Manifestation illuminated his iron clothes.

People suddenly realized.

He was also a Heavenly Manifestation cultivator.

Qin Zhizhen, Chong Xuanzun, Jiang Wang, the three most famous Heavenly Manifestation cultivators in the world today, were now in the same realm, gathered here!

“Youth is really good…”

In this moment of drawn swords and bent bows, a leisurely voice rang out.

The entire great hall quieted down, and the restless mood stirred by the war intent was also smoothed over without a trace.

In front of all the food cases, where the galaxy surrounded, a luxurious large chair inlaid with dazzling gems and interlocking gold and jade appeared at some point. That was the Dragon Monarch’s throne.

In front of the large chair, a man in heavy armor with a broad and thick face stood with his hands clasped in front of his body, leaning on his sword.

“I am Fu Yunqin, the chief official of the Dragon Palace and the great steward of the Yellow River.”

He calmly introduced himself, then laughed and said: “All esteemed talents, why are you so eager? People haven’t all arrived yet, the banquet hasn’t started yet, His Majesty the Dragon Monarch hasn’t come out yet, are you all preparing to fight and go home?”

As this voice fell, it was stacked with infinite Dao rhyme, like raging waves rolling back and then still water flowing in ripples.

Dao Cultivation, not stingy to show.

Dou Zhao’s Tian Xiao, Qin Zhizhen’s Hengzong, all returned to their original places. The various heavenly prides who had gathered also, by an invisible force, were sent back to their original positions. The war intent stirred in the great hall seemed to have never appeared.

At this time, within the entire Long River Dragon Palace, except for Long River Dragon Monarch Ao Shuyi and this Yellow River great steward Fu Yunqin, no one else could stop this dispute.

This was not an occasion like the Yellow River Meeting led by high-level officials from various countries. In a situation where no one was suppressing things from above, with so many heavenly prides gathered together, each with a strong blood and high pride, it would be strange if nothing happened.

What Dragon Palace chief official, what Yellow River great steward, were all just empty titles. Only the Dao Cultivation level was the fundamental basis for suppressing the whole scene.

“Please wait a moment here, all esteemed ones. Sitting and discussing the Dao is fine, mutually cursing is also fine, as long as you don’t fight, just treat me as not existing.” Fu Yunqin didn’t say anything more, finished this sentence with a smile, and then a stone color began to spread from the corner of his mouth, and soon his body and armor were petrified together, actually standing as a stone statue.

Really just almost “not existing”.

The rules for the Dragon Palace banquet had already been set. Dou Zhao couldn’t sharpen his knife for a while, so he turned around casually, put away his arrogance and madness, directly found a seat and sat down, leisurely tasting the various rare fruits of the Dragon Palace.

As if this fierce farce just now had nothing to do with him.

Many people were still angry, but he had already started greeting the Chu people in the hall: “Sit, what are you standing for?”

After all, everyone is a collective when going abroad. After Zuo Guangshu finished talking with Jiang Wang, he also pulled Qu Shunhua’s hand and went to sit next to Dou Zhao with Xiang Bei and Zhong Liyan.

Each person had a food case and a seat, only he and Qu Shunhua squeezed together, laughing softly and chatting, speaking in whispers. Between sitting and discussing the Dao and mutually cursing, they chose to enjoy the romance of the wind, flowers, snow, and moon. The whole world was outside the little couple’s world. This vast Dragon Palace was also just distant scenery.

No. Then what did you all come to the Dragon Palace for!?

Zhong Liyan glanced at them sideways. Such a big Chu country is not enough for these two to wander around!

The Chu people sat in a pile, and the Qi people also sat in a pile. People were divided by country or sect. Only Huang Sheli leaned next to Jiang Wang, completely ignoring Zhongshan Weisun’s eye hints.

After a while, three more people walked into the hall from outside.

Two of them were females, whom Jiang Wang was very familiar with. They were Zhuo Qingru from the Three Punishments Palace and Ning Shuangrong from the Sword Pavilion.

The remaining male wore a Daoist crown on his head, his features were upright, his large sleeves fluttered, a sword was suspended at his waist, and he had an ethereal quality. Jiang Wang didn’t recognize him, but strangely felt a little familiar.

Seeing Jiang Wang, Zhuo Qingru was about to go over for a small talk. After all, the two sides had a pretty good friendship. Ning Shuangrong beside her had already taken the first step: “I’m going to greet friends, you all find a place to sit first.”

Then she walked towards Jiang Wang’s side.

Zhuo Qingru’s eyebrows moved… Eh?

Her footsteps had already followed before her thoughts.

The male who was with them smiled and said: “I also saw my friend, we’ll chat later.”

Just like that, they separated, and he went alone towards Zhongshan Weisun’s side. Zhongshan Weisun, who was alone, waved his hand warmly to welcome him. He didn’t know if it was because they were genuinely good friends, or if he was too lonely by himself.

Today’s Ning Shuangrong was still wearing embroidered shoes and green clothes, treading the wind and chasing the moon, fully embodying the Sword Pavilion’s softness. Her sword was certainly held in her hand, faintly glowing with clear light, rippling like autumn water.

Among all the heavenly prides who had entered the hall so far, only she and Xie Junmeng wore green.

Only Xie Junmeng’s green robe was a gloomy dark ink green.

Ning Shuangrong’s green shirt, however, was a transparent light pine frost green.

The outstanding individuals from their respective sects gave completely different feelings. One was gloomy, the other was fresh.

“I thought we arrived quite early, but I didn’t expect so many people to have arrived in the hall.” She was like a wisp of mountain wind brushing past the corner of your clothes, her embroidered shoes casually pointed, and then she stopped in front of you. Her tone was relaxed: “When did Brother Jiang arrive?”

If you were to say who Jiang Wang had sparred with the most times in the Taixu Illusion Realm, it would definitely be “Ning Sword Guest”.

In the Dao of Sword, they could be considered mutually beneficial. In life, they could also be considered half-friends. Hence, they could talk and laugh so naturally.

“We also just arrived not long ago.” Jiang Wang cupped his hands in greeting: “Sister Ning’s demeanor is as before, is Pavilion Master Si safe?”

Ning Shuangrong smiled and said: “That old man is very well, but he often mentions you.”

“Ah, is that so. Haha.” Jiang Wang suddenly became nervous. Greeting is one thing, but being mentioned by Si Yuan might not be a good thing.

Ning Shuangrong didn’t continue to scare him and turned to explain: “The one who was with us just now is Long Boji from the South Dipper Hall, the disciple of Si Ming True Man Fu Zhaofan. Sister Zhuo and I met on the road when we came south and then came together… Oh, this is Zhuo Qingru, a high disciple of the Three Punishments Palace.”

So he was a disciple of the South Dipper Hall!

No wonder Ning Shuangrong deliberately explained it. She was aware of the animosity between herself and Yi Shengfeng.

Jiang Wang thought to himself, but on the surface he smiled and said: “There’s no need for Senior Sister Zhuo to introduce herself, we are very familiar!”

Ning Shuangrong was surprised and laughed.

Zhuo Qingru smiled without speaking.

Jiang Wang asked again: “But how do you all… know each other?”

Yi Shengfeng was already the first true transmission of the South Dipper Hall, and he also regretted his defeat in the Minxi Corridor. In a situation where Long Boji didn’t show hostility, he really didn’t care too much.

Zhuo Qingru said: “Last time I left Tianxing Cliff, it was for travel and seeking truth. I also wanted to meet some interesting people in the vast world. That’s how I met him.”

She looked at the group around Jiang Wang and said very naturally: “Are these your new friends? Aren’t you planning to introduce them?”

Jiang Wang shook his head slightly and smiled: “They are all my old friends.”

Saying that, he introduced them one by one.

The crowd still saluted quite reservedly.

Xu Xiangqian had Zhao Wuyan by his side and was also very honest.

Only Huang Sheli was as enthusiastic as ever: “Sister Ning is from the Sword Pavilion? How is the scenery in the Sword Pavilion? When can I go visit?”

Ning Shuangrong held her autumn water sword horizontally, nodded slightly: “Sword Pavilion welcomes sword guests from all over the world to come and seek the sword!”

Huang Sheli was stunned: “Huh? That’s not what I meant. I said visit, I really just meant visit.”

Ning Shuangrong didn’t know if she heard or not, nodded once, and then left with Zhuo Qingru to find a seat.

Huang Sheli pursued the question: “Can I go if I don’t practice swords?”

“Or you can come to Jing country to play!”

Turning around, Jiang Wang was already arranging for the crowd to be seated.

Originally, they were just chatting casually in a corner of the great hall, but they didn’t expect people to come over and greet them frequently, so they might as well sit down first.

“Sister Huang, the banquet is about to begin, let’s quickly go to our own seats.” Jiang Wang’s hint was very obvious.

“Okay.” Huang Sheli walked closely beside Jiang Wang.

“Are only two of you from Jing country this time?” Jiang Wang continued to hint.

“Right!” Huang Sheli nodded and tried to squeeze next to Ye Qingyu.

“Aren’t you going to sit with Zhongshan Weisun?” Jiang Wang obstructed her and spoke directly.

Huang Sheli just smiled and said: “I always feel like sitting with Wang Jun will bring good luck!”

Isn’t romantic luck the best luck in the world?

Pu En is a direct disciple of Yongde, the current mountain master of Sumeru Mountain. He was born with a square head, broad ears, and compassionate eyebrows and eyes. His Buddhist law was naturally profound, and his cultivation was also not bad.

But there was one thing—he was naturally shy, extremely introverted, and not good at communicating with people.

According to his original intentions, he had decided not to participate in this Dragon Palace banquet. For occasions like this, Pu Shan and Pu E were both more suitable than him.

But the mountain master specifically named him and insisted that he come out for experience, saying something like “how can you talk about leaving the world without entering it.” He was even assigned a task, ordered to meet the fated person of Sumeru Mountain, to receive the “Thousand Buddhas Bow”. Jiang Wang knew a little about it, so it was best to become friends and bring him back to Sumeru Mountain…

He was compelled to come, so he could only hide during the day and travel at night, specifically taking deserted small paths, cautiously making his way to the Dragon Palace.

Others sat, so he also sat. He sat in the outermost corner of the hall. He wished to separate himself from others by a galaxy.

Of course, he remembered the task explained by the mountain master and also heard someone loudly shout Jiang Wang’s name. But even mustering up his courage for a long time, he didn’t turn his head to look.

There were many people on Jiang Wang’s side, it was so lively.

He felt some envy in his heart, but also felt even more unable to approach.

He always thought about waiting until there were fewer people, but the number of people on that side didn’t decrease, and yet someone sat down next to him quietly. A strange person wearing a bamboo hat and looking down.

Pu En silently got up and moved to a farther position.

Not long after, that person sat down next to him again.

He didn’t say anything and changed positions again, but that person followed again…

After repeating this several times, Pu En finally couldn’t help but muster up the courage to turn his head: “This donor, may I ask why you are always following me?”

“Humph.” Jing Li pressed down his bamboo hat and asked in a pinched voice: “What makes you say I’m following you?”

Pu En patiently explained: “This is the ninth seat I’ve changed to.”

Jing Li said righteously: “You change your seat, I change my seat. Everyone has their own destiny, what does it have to do with you?”

Pu En didn’t speak.

“Hey.” Jing Li took the initiative to say: “Who is your master?”

There was no sound for half a day, and he thought he wouldn’t get an answer.

Just heard Pu En softly say: “It’s Mountain Master Yongde.”

Jing Li lifted his bamboo hat slightly and glanced at him, seeing him looking down at his nose, silent, and very uneasy, and suddenly felt embarrassed.

He originally still remembered the criticisms his master had taught against Sumeru Mountain and the deeply insulting “Records of Suffering and Awareness of the Three Treasures Mountain”… All of them were forgotten to the back of his mind.

Although Sumeru Mountain is a side door, this little bald donkey is very innocent.

Just like Suspended Temple is orthodox, Jing Hai is also generally very punchable.

“Buddhism has no fixed form,” right!

Pu En is so pitiful, how can he start?

Jing Li made a decision against his master, put his bamboo hat back up, and got up and left.

“Forget it, let you go!”

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