Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 122: Setting up a Banquet
In the azure sky, more than ten figures standing on swords were suspended in the air, serious and silent, waiting for the Beastmaster Sect to confirm their identities.

Chen Mu, Niu Dali and Han Jing stood aside below, mixed in with the many disciples who came to join in the fun, and looked at the people from the Sword Pavilion curiously.

“There aren’t many of them coming…”

Niu Dali's eyes turned and he spoke softly.

Chen Mu nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "It's said that the cultivators of the Sword-Asking Pavilion are all sword cultivators with astonishing combat power. I guess they don't regard this demon plague as a nuisance..."

The other four sects, including Shuiyunjian, have basically sent more than 30 disciples. So far, it seems that only Wenjian Pavilion is an exception.

Everyone was talking about it below, and even a few disciples of Zifenglin curled their lips and gathered together to make sarcastic remarks, as if they were extremely unhappy with the exception of Wenjian Pavilion.

Chen Mu shook his head and smiled when he saw this. Although Wenjian Pavilion was the most powerful of the six sects in Zhao State, it did not mean that the other five sects would obey him.

Among them, Zi Fenglin was the most resentful. In recent years, Zi Fenglin had produced a large number of Foundation Establishment cultivators, which had led to its growing strength. Therefore, it was dissatisfied with the Sword-Asking Pavilion and constantly wanted to replace it and become the number one sect in Zhao State...

After a while, Xin Cang arrived and immediately dispersed the formation shield, leading the people from Wenjian Pavilion on the journey to pay homage to the mountain.

After Chen Mu and the other two looked at each other, they decided not to join in the fun, but turned around and went back to their residence.

Now that the six sects have gathered in the Beast Taming Sect, it will probably not take long before the host Beast Taming Sect will set up a banquet and entertain them, so that they can come to the battlefield to provide assistance.

After the three of them chatted for a few more sentences, they dispersed and went to regulate their breathing.

The next morning, just as Chen Mu had expected, a disciple from the Beast Taming Sect came to tell him that Sect Leader She had prepared a banquet in a side hall in the evening, waiting for all the sects to arrive.

Zhang Laodao nodded and agreed to this matter, and replied: "Please go back and report this. Please rest assured, Master She, I, Shuiyunjian, will definitely arrive as promised."

The disciple who delivered the message quickly bowed and said, "This is my responsibility... I will return immediately."

After they left, Zhang Laodao's expression calmed down. He turned around and gathered everyone in Shuiyunjian. After some thought, he said, "All six sects will be participating in this banquet. You should pay more attention to the prominent disciples of other sects... If you encounter them in the future, you will have a way to deal with them."

The disciples from each sect who came this time were mostly the best in their respective sects. If nothing unexpected happened, these people would become Zhao's fellow cultivators for decades to come. After all, during the last demonic plague, Zhang Laodao and Xin Cang were also Qi Condensation disciples. In the blink of an eye, decades later, both of them had become the foundation-building pillars of their respective sects...

"Yes." Everyone echoed in unison.

Zhang Laodao smiled upon hearing this and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, everyone go and prepare. Don't lose the charm of my Shuiyunjian."

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As the sky gradually darkened, colorful flags fluttered in the evening breeze.

In this mountain range, within a rather large side hall, many black-robed disciples were constantly coming and going, meticulously preparing a banquet to entertain guests. From time to time, disciples from other sects would also appear, seemingly arriving early to join in the fun...

Chen Mu put on the Shuiyun Lingpao that Lin Shuyun had distributed to him before he came, and then tied up his long hair with an exquisite jade hairpin. Then he walked out of the room with a serious look on his face.

When I arrived at the courtyard, I found that everyone had almost finished packing. Not only the disciples of Tianhu Peak, but even the disciples of Dutian Peak had changed into brand new spiritual robes. They all looked in high spirits and laughed constantly.

Niu Dali walked to Chen Mu's side, stroking his spiritual robe with his hands and making clicking sounds with his tongue.

"I never realized that I am so handsome..." His complacent voice was small, but it still could not escape the ears of everyone and immediately caused a burst of laughter.

"Junior Brother Niu, why didn't I notice you being so self-pitying before?"

A disciple from Dutian Peak chuckled.

Niu Dali didn't seem annoyed. He smiled and replied, "What do you mean by self-pity? I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart. It's the truth!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the courtyard burst into laughter again, sounding very happy.

However, because they had been together for several days and were all in the same sect, their relationship was much closer than usual.

Chen Mu and Han Jing smiled at each other without saying much.

Not long after, Zhang Laodao walked up to the crowd, looked at their faces and demeanor, and nodded continuously, looking very satisfied.

After all the disciples were dressed, he stretched out his hand to call the Beast Taming Sect disciple who had been waiting here long ago, and asked him to walk in front to lead everyone.

In a short while, a group of more than thirty people were walking in his sect in a mighty procession, attracting the attention of many young disciples of the Beast Taming Sect.

They walked without stopping and soon arrived in front of the banquet hall.

Taoist Zhang looked back and found nothing wrong, so he took the lead and stepped into the hall.

The palace was spacious and brightly lit, with many wine tables scattered on both sides. At this time, a group of cultivators had already taken their seats, but they were the many female cultivators from Yuehua Mountain.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang! Hahaha... come quickly, come quickly." Xin Cang, who had arrived at the main hall early and was waiting, immediately stood up to greet them after seeing Shui Yunjian and his group.

"Fellow Daoist Xin." Taoist Zhang chuckled and followed Xin Cang's instructions to a dark wine table and sat down. Seeing this, Chen Mu and others walked to a wine table behind Taoist Zhang and each found a place to sit cross-legged.

But before everyone had time to look around the hall, they stood up and bowed because of the female foundation-building cultivator from Yuehua Mountain.

"When I came here, I was wondering who your sect would send to help. It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Zhang... I wonder if your sect's Junior Sister Lin is doing well? It has been more than ten years since we last parted." The female foundation-building cultivator sitting in the front row of Yuehua Mountain chuckled and bowed to Fellow Daoist Zhang.

Zhang Laodao brushed his beard and smiled when he heard this. He replied, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Xu, for your concern. Senior Sister Lin is doing well. When she came, she told me to give her regards if your sect sent Fellow Daoist Xu to come."

The female cultivator surnamed Xu nodded, and after exchanging a few more compliments with Taoist Zhang, she sat down cross-legged and said nothing more.

Chen Mu and the others finally had a chance to look around. After a moment, Niu Dali came a little closer and directed Chen Mu's gaze towards a person among the Yuehua Mountain disciples. He whispered, "Look at that person. His realm is not lower than mine, and his spiritual aura is condensed. He must be the top person of Yuehua Mountain this time."

Chen Mu raised his eyes slightly and saw a beautiful and cold female cultivator with long hair tied up in a simple bun, fair skin, sitting peacefully beside him with her eyes closed to rest.

Perhaps she noticed that Chen Mu and the others were lingering for a moment, the female cultivator suddenly opened her eyes, and with a gleam of lightning in her eyes, she looked in the direction of Chen Mu and the others.

"This..." Niu Dali screamed in surprise, quickly looked away, turned to the side and whistled, pretending to be nonchalant.

(End of this chapter)