Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 123 Various Sects

Chen Mu didn't expect that the female cultivator's spiritual awareness was so sharp, and their eyes suddenly met.

However, since Niu Dali had dodged first, he did not deceive himself by looking away. Instead, he pursed his lips, smiled and nodded slightly.

The female cultivator from Yuehua Mountain was slightly stunned, but she reacted immediately, forcing the corners of her mouth to lift and nod. Judging from her expression, it was probably because of her master's instructions that she shouldn't be too cold.

After shifting his gaze, Chen Mu looked at Niu Dali, who was still shaking his head, and laughed, saying in a low voice, "You're quick to hide!"

Only then did Niu Dali put away his disguise, smiled and said nothing.

After a while, another group of cultivators walked into the hall. After seeing which sect they were from, Chen Mu and others did not stand up and continued chatting with unchanged expressions.

The group of people were all wearing golden robes. They were the monks of Jin Guang Valley. They were sitting aside according to Xin Cang's instructions.

A moment later, an elderly monk with thinning hair sitting in the front row looked around the hall, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he grinned and sneered, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, why are you ignoring me?"

Taoist Zhang snorted lightly and replied calmly, "Why do you ask me this question, Fellow Daoist E? Could it be that you are old and forgetful and have forgotten the reason?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Mr. E's expression changed slightly and his tone became gloomy.

"Hmph! How dare you, Shuiyun Junior, speak to me like that!"

The young man's words were directed at the white-haired Taoist Zhang, which made everyone present stunned. However, when they thought of Mr. E's lifespan, it seemed reasonable.

Chen Mu and the others also smiled. On the way here, they had heard from Taoist Zhang that the person leading the team to the Golden Light Valley this time should be an old Taoist named E Weng. He had established his foundation over a hundred years ago, and now his remaining life span was not much...

Taoist Zhang remained expressionless as he slowly spoke, "If Fellow Daoist Eweng wants to act like a senior, he can go back to your own Golden Light Valley. Why bother showing off in his sect?"

E Weng was about to shout a rebuke, but was stopped by Xin Cang, who was watching the excitement from the side. "Fellow Daoist E Weng, please wait patiently for a moment. Our sect leader will be here soon..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned to Zhang Laodao and pretended to remind him, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, please stop talking and give my Beastmaster Sect some face."

Xin Cang's move seems to be neither helping nor against the other, but when viewed by outsiders, they can see that he is slightly biased towards Shui Yunjian.

It's just that because the Beast Taming Sect is the one who organized the banquet, they cannot express their support openly. Otherwise, given the relationship between the Beast Taming Sect and the Shuiyun Sect, they would definitely join in and echo the sentiments.

"Hmph!" Mr. E flicked his sleeves, closed his eyes and said nothing more.

Zhang Laodao chuckled and bowed to Xin Cang from a distance.

Everyone waited for a while and saw that the sky outside was getting darker, but the remaining two sects had not arrived yet.

Xin Cang frowned slightly, called a black-robed disciple, gave him a few instructions, and then sent him out to inquire.

As the black-robed disciple left the hall, the sound of light footsteps was heard.

Everyone's expression froze, and some looked towards the front of the hall.

In the darkness, a group of white-robed figures gradually appeared before everyone's eyes. Each of them carried a spiritual sword on their backs, their faces calm, but their auras varied, some sharp, some light, and some heavy...

It was a group of disciples from Wenjian Pavilion.

"Hahaha... Fellow Daoist Xiao." Xin Cang smiled and greeted the middle-aged male cultivator who was walking in front of the Wenjian Pavilion.

The male cultivator named Xiao pursed his lips and smiled, his sharp aura subtracted, and he followed Xin Cang into the hall and took a seat.

As they walked along, the other leaders of the three sects who were seated all stood up and bowed. Chen Mu and others were no exception. They stood behind Zhang Laodao and used the gesture of greeting to look at the disciples of Wenjian Pavilion.

At the first glance, one person immediately caught his attention.

He wore a tight white robe, his figure straight and upright, his brows sharp and his eyes sparkling. He looked uninhibited, but the sharp edge he exuded revealed his extraordinary talent. He also had one thing that set him apart from the other disciples: the hilts of the spirit swords carried by the other Sword-Asking Pavilion disciples were all light-colored, but his was the only one with an extremely rich golden-red glaze, making it stand out.

He turned his peripheral vision and saw Niu Dali beside him also glancing intently at this person.

After a while, when everyone was seated, Niu Dali turned to Chen Mu with a frown and shook his head slightly, indicating that even he could not see this person's realm.

Chen Mu's heart moved when he saw this. If he couldn't even see Niu Dali, who was at the eleventh level, then it meant that this person might have practiced a high-grade Qi Condensation Method. If not, then this person's realm should be above the eleventh level...

Everyone stopped talking and fell into deep thought.

It hadn't been even a stick of incense since the group from Wenjiange stepped into the hall when the cultivators from Zifenglin, the last of the six sects, strode in. All the thirty or so people smiled confidently, but a look of amusement flashed across their eyes from time to time.

Chen Mu and the others didn't show it on their faces, but they laughed out loud in their hearts.

I guess they deliberately entered the scene last to show their status.

"Childish..." Niu Dali curled his lips and said silently to Chen Mu.

Chen Mu also had some doubts. If even they could see through such childish tricks, why did the Zifenglin sect, a major immortal cultivation sect, turn a blind eye to it?

After a while, all five sects were seated. He shook his head and suppressed the mixed thoughts in his mind.

Soon after Xin Cang transmitted the message, She Chengyue, the head of the Beast Taming Sect, slowly came in from the side door of the side hall and walked straight to the main seat above.

"Shuiyunjian...meetings to Sect Leader She."

The people in the audience did not dare to be arrogant and all stood up and bowed.

Although they are both foundation-building cultivators, their realms are different. She Chengyue is in the late foundation-building stage, and as the leader of the Beast Taming Sect, he is certainly not comparable to them.

She Chengyue's brows relaxed, and he immediately waved his hand: "My fellow Taoists, please don't be polite, please take a seat.

After some compliments and pleasantries, She Chengyue clapped his hands. The next moment, many black-robed disciples holding trays came in from outside the hall and walked towards the desks of each sect.

"You have come from afar, and our sect should have done its best to entertain you. Unfortunately, we are located in the southern barbarian land, and the spiritual materials we produce are naturally not as precious as those of your noble sects... We can only offer you some delicious spiritual beasts, as a fresh treat to please you."

After everyone expressed their gratitude, they looked at the tray in front of them with curiosity.

The shape is exquisite, and the color and fragrance are great.

Niu Dali looked at the meat in front of him that looked like deer and roe deer, and kept swallowing his saliva, waiting for She Chengyue's order so that he could eat it with relish.

"I've long heard that your clan's animal feast is unparalleled in the world. Today I finally have the chance to taste some..."

Among the cultivators in Zifenglin, a big man with a square face raised his eyes and chuckled.

"Hahaha... the banquet begins, everyone please do as you please!" She Chengyue laughed and announced loudly.

As soon as the words fell, the lively disciples from various sects immediately lowered their heads and began to savor the food, no longer paying attention to what was happening around them.

Niu Dali looked serious, as if the tray in front of him was his greatest enemy. He picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, then suddenly closed his eyes.

It was not until a moment later that he slowly opened his eyes, and then he looked stunned.

But he saw Chen Mu looking at him.

"What's wrong, brother Chen, why don't you use some..."

(End of this chapter)