The Great Seminary

Chapter 430

The eighth floor of the Star-Picking Platform is a hundred feet above the ground, offering a panoramic view of the entire Huixing Garden.

After leaving his seat, Su Hui strolled to a corner of the jade steps, silently thinking with a bitter smile:
"I think this young man from the Central Plains has had several fortunate encounters in the past, and he has always managed to rise to prominence and gain considerable benefits from them. He must be blessed with good fortune."

Even if they are not emperors from overseas who are not "in the human world," it is not a loss to go to the trouble of "bringing them in."

But the premise is that Zhen Yao Shaojun can at least 'control' him now, and then show him kindness in the future…”

Zhang Gui, who was following closely beside him, noticed his blank expression and deliberately asked in surprise, "Lord Su, you're keeping your words to yourself and can't say them?"

Is it really that surprising to you that I've created a 'real seed'?

It seems all those compliments about how amazing I was were fake; they didn't really think much of me.

"I wouldn't say I look down on you, but I truly never imagined that you could overcome such a formidable obstacle at such a young age," Su Hui replied honestly after a moment's thought.

"Tsk tsk tsk, even the bloodline of the ancient god Kuafu couldn't make it possible, let alone the fierce and supreme ruler of the War Lord!"

In my imagination, you should have just wasted your time facing this insurmountable barrier.

Then, after a decade or two, when the young lord Zhenyao ascends to the 'Heavenly Throne,' he will personally intervene to help you achieve the seed of a true immortal…

"In that case, whether I can live for another ten or twenty years is probably unknown."

"What, do you think you're guaranteed to live for another ten or twenty years?"

In an era of great strife, are those like the young Yao, or even those ten or a hundred times more honorable and powerful than ourselves, guaranteed to live for another ten or twenty years?

Zhang Gui was rendered speechless by the persistent questioning. Just then, he saw a familiar figure climbing up from his vantage point and hurriedly pointed, saying, "Dr. Su, let's not talk about those 'nonsense' things."

Young Master Zhenyao and Fairy Shen have arrived. Let's go greet them.

Hey, the big guy following behind them, eager to try his luck, isn't that the Bolong Spring God I mentioned this morning?

"What, are we going to have a chaotic free-for-all among the young elites of the 'Xia Que Qi Clan' right under the nose of the Queen Mother of the West, at the foot of Kunlun Mountain?"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go over there." Su Hui sighed helplessly, and he and Zhang Gui, one after the other, smiled before speaking, and descended the steps to greet them. Accompanying Qi Zhenyao and his followers, besides the Crimson Dragon King Ao Youzun and his group, were...
There is also a powerful new force called the 'Hundred Immortals Alliance', consisting of dozens of people, such as Wanxiang.

And accompanied only by eight children, Samadhi, the true disciple of the ancient lineage of the 'Dungeon Realm' and the supreme legacy of the 'Tushuai Palace'.

Ru Wanxiang is a handsome and elegant man.

Although his speech and behavior could be described as polite, a hint of arrogance could be seen in his brows.

Sanmeizi was a Taoist priest with exquisitely beautiful features, whose gender was difficult to discern. He always spoke with a smile on his face, but his attitude carried a subtle sense of aloofness.

After meeting Su Hui and Zhang Gui, they introduced themselves and exchanged a few polite words, and that was it.

After blending into the crowd, Zhang Gui, with a forced smile, slowly climbed the stairs again. Before he even reached the eighth floor, his heart suddenly clenched, but his expression remained unchanged as he climbed another step.

However, Ao Youzun, Sanmeizi, and Qi Zhenyao, who were standing to the side, all had drastic changes in expression and stiffened for a moment.

Ao Youzun was the first to kneel down, shoveling his head into the ground and shouting:

"Ao Youzun, a disciple of the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas, pays respects to the Holy and Supreme Queen Mother of the West!"

Immediately afterwards, Sanmeizi bowed his head, his head touching the ground; Qizhenyao also knelt on both knees.
"The Samadhi Master of Tushita Palace (Xia Que Qi Zhen Yao) pays homage to the Queen Mother of the West, the most holy and supreme!"

At the same time, everyone on the Star-Picking Platform who was of sound mind, including Zhang Gui who was putting on an act, knelt down on the ground.

Even those who weren't so quick-witted realized that a 'Supreme One' had descended, and hurriedly fell down, repeatedly crying out that they were guilty.

After a while, a lazy voice came from above, "Alright, get up, everyone."

Times have changed. The great struggle between the demons and the earth has begun, and this little gathering of my daughters, which I hadn't really intended to attend, has piqued my interest.

I want to see just how real our 'human race's' younger generation—the heroines, the rising stars, the hidden talents—are right now.

My high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar are getting out of control, I need to be hospitalized 55555, I have to stop reading, I'm so sorry everyone 55555
(End of this chapter)