des as if lowering the heavens themselves!He was relentlessly pursuing the masked devil, flying at incredible speed along this one and only peaceful line...That's really...exciting.Just like walking o...There was an unusual stillness in the hall. People whispered among themselves softly.
Here, unparalleled beauty gathers, as celestial talents feast together.
Huang Sheli sat down dazedly, not wanting to speak to Jiang Wang at all for a while.
You stinky man, you really stink! How dare you make a beauty sad.
Even though Jiang Qingyang is so good-looking and such a skilled fighter, she still gets deducted points!
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Jiang Wang was sitting quietly at the table, waiting for the Dragon Palace banquet to begin.
Counting all the forces in the world, only the prodigies of Jingguo and Muguo are truly formidable. That is to say, with everyone almost gathered, the grand play is about to begin.
One wonders which prodigies from these two hegemonic nations will grace the banquet at Long Palace.
Ye Qingyu, who was sitting beside him, suddenly said: "I've seen her in Wuan City."
"Wǔ'ān City" Jiāng Wàng was taken aback. "When"
When else could it be
He knew he had asked a stupid question.... but what else could he ask
So far in his life, he had only spent that one time in the demon world, encountering a situation where he was almost certain to die.
Turns out she... has also been to the Demon Realm Should have known...
On the city wall of Wuan City, on the line of writing left by Xu Xiangqian, there were traces of incense burning.
On the battlefield opened by Wuan City, there were figures of disciples from Xiyue Monastery fighting each other.
In Wuan City's small temple, someone chants scriptures every night.
Jiang Wang sat still.
"When I went to Wuan City with my father, she was already there," Ye Qingyu said. "I saw her on the city wall. She was with Yue Tiannu and her master."
"Oh, I see." Jiang Wang said lastly.
Ye Qingyu didn't speak any further, silently savoring the dish of miyun gua.
It's so sweet. That's what she wanted to say. But she couldn't taste anything.
Maybe one more bite will let me taste it... she thought.
But put down the jade chopsticks. I don't want to eat anymore.
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Jiang Wang suddenly grabbed the wine pot and laughed, "Gao Er! Today's reunion with you is truly joyful. Old friends are hard to come by, let's have a drink!"
Xu Xiangqian turned his head in the dimly lit room, ignoring the teasing whispers. He waved dismissively at his friend: "Cut it out! Don't try to tempt me! You know I quit drinking a long time ago!"
Xǔ Gāo'ē was a man who used to love revelry and drunkenness, always going to brothels for pleasure. Because he disliked those without beauty, he long ago gave up going to brothels and also stopped drinking alcohol from the world.
At first, I thought it was just a casual remark, but then he never drank with me again.
You won't be happy. You won't be happy for ever. Even liquor and women you can give up, are you still a person How cruel your heart is!
Jiang Wang turned her head and smiled at Jing Li: "Little junior brother, come have a pot"
Jing Li shook her head. "I don't drink."
That's right. The Glass Buddha Son is very good at keeping the precepts, not like that yellow-faced old monk at all. Are you truly a disciple who has experienced suffering
Jiang Wang put the wine pot back on the table. Forget it, his desire to drink had vanished.
Today, too...one should not drink alcohol.
"I'll tell you," Jiang Wang suddenly said, nonsensically. "When the time is right, okay"
Ye Qingyu crossed her arms in front of her, sat upright, and softly said, "When you're willing to talk, I'll naturally listen."
At that moment, the stone statue standing before everyone suddenly lost its stony appearance.
The Grand Administrator of the Yellow River, Fu Yunqin, has transformed from static to dynamic.
He still held his sword in one hand, while the other reached up to smooth the ripples in the hall. He then spoke: "Please be seated, honored guests. Everyone has arrived, and the feast is about to begin."
"Master Fu, how do you say that everyone is here" Yan Shaofei, who had not spoken much since entering the hall, spoke up.
Have not the people of Jing and Mu yet come
He had returned to Wei recently and should have met Zhang Shoulian who was being wicked, killed by him according to the emperor's arrangement to raise his reputation for righteousness. But someone in court disagreed and preempted him, hiring an assassin to eliminate Zhang...which happened to not be something he desired.
If the Yan family's son wants to make a name for himself, it should be at the Yellow River gathering, at the Dragon Palace banquet, or when the proud talents compete. This is the grand and righteous path. To raise an army to gain fame is not worthy of the word "righteousness." Although this army is not raised by him, he is still ashamed to receive it.
“The people of Jing and Mu… they won’t be coming.” Fu Yunqin said, “I just received word that the immortal Li Yi of Taoyu descended the mountain alone, crossed swords halfway, and drove back the celestial emissary Cangming to the grasslands.”
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Just as the heroes of the world gathered and participated in the Dragon Palace feast, a battle had already taken place thousands of miles away!
People looked at each other in astonishment.
Song Guo's Chen Si Wu sat upright, his expression somewhat numb: "I heard that Cang Ming has already proven the Great Truth, right"
From a distance, Sheng Xuewai gently shook her head, her voice tinged with bitterness: "The news is true."
Huang Bu-dong had been struggling between sleeping and staying awake, barely managing to keep himself in a fishing posture. He would then simply drop his head and fall asleep completely.
Nightfall let out a smile that couldn't be faulted: "It's a shame I can't see their true battle here at the Dragon Palace banquet."
These prodigies who had participated in the Yellow River Conference's under-30 free-for-all match were the most affected by this news.
After all, they were all prodigies who had achieved extraordinary success before the age of thirty. They confidently went to Guanhetai, hoping to use their past victories to prove their determination to constantly climb higher and build the most brilliant crown for young people today.
As a result, Li Yiyi's sword remained sheathed as he subdued them all.
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A Dongzhen cultivator under thirty years old, even at twenty-six he has already achieved the state of Dongzhen!
They simply weren't on the same level, a fundamental difference had emerged. From childhood to adulthood, they were always the most outstanding, the most gifted wherever they went. Yet, on this dazzling stage of reality, they were pushed down an entire rung.
That immense pressure, day by day, during the closing days of the Yellow River Conference, beat upon them, driving them to work diligently and tirelessly.
By comparison to before, they have all made significant progress.
But Li Yi could already block Cang Ming's sword with a horizontal strike, forcing him to retreat. The gap wasn't closing; it was widening even further!
"The current-world emissary couldn't come to the feast, having been beaten back. This means he has already lost the battle." Li Guo's Fan Wujiu spoke at this moment, his voice laced with a strange hope: "Could it be that Ta Yu Zhenren also couldn't come because he was injured during his encounter with the current-world emissary"
If Li Yi were to be injured in his battle with Cang Ming, then he wouldn't be so unbeatable. The latter would have a chance.
Fu Yunqin shook his head, his expression unreadable: "I'm not aware of the details surrounding Ta Yu Zhenren's encounter with the Divine Envoy, so I can't say if he was injured. But given that Ta Yu Zhenren chose not to attend the Dragon Palace Banquet, it likely has nothing to do with his physical condition—the Dragon Palace received his reply."
Under the stage, Wang Yiwu sat with an iron-like posture, his hair and eyebrows were cold and rigid. At this moment, he spoke, “What did the letter say”
He lost his duel with Jiang Wang, all his fame turned into stepping stones. He was punished and couldn't participate in the Master's Ceremony, nor did he attend the Yellow River gathering, never shining among the stars.
But he never resigned himself to mediocrity, never thought himself inadequate. He always kept his feet on the ground, striving relentlessly upward. He always looked forward, looking higher. The most dazzling figure on the riverside platform of old was also the target he aimed for with his iron fist, a goal he pursued with grit and determination.
He wanted to know how far Li Yi had gotten.
Fu Yunqin said in a low voice: "According to the letter from Ta Yu, throughout the world, all so-called prodigies are nothing compared to him. Four years have passed since the Yellow River Meeting, and he has been waiting for four years! Only Cang Ming is worthy of wielding his sword, so he bestowed his sword upon Cang Ming. There is no need for him to come to the Dragon Palace banquet again and waste time."
Oh. In order not to waste time, he stopped Cang Ming halfway with his sword horizontally.
From the route taken to reach the Dragon Palace, it wouldn't take the Jing people very far to intercept the Mu people. They could simply wait along the way.
This logic is... somewhat awkwardly sound.
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For a moment, there was silence in the palace.
It must be objectively said that even those present today, they are all the proud sons and daughters of the human race. Some are direct disciples of powerful sects, while others are pillars of their nations. But for the vast majority, this lifetime will only allow them to gaze at Li Yi's back, and perhaps not even his back can be seen.
The only ones who could possibly challenge Li Yi in the future are just a few.
But no matter which one of them, none of them were interested in putting any harsh words toward a name while Li Yi hadn't even appeared.
Therefore, the huge Dragon Palace was silent at this time.
Fu Yunqin surveyed the room with a calm gaze. For some reason, he deliberately called out Jiang Wang's name: "Jian Xianren and Tai Yu Zhenjun are both the leaders of the Yellow River. I wonder if they have anything to say after hearing this letter"
Jiang Wang just smiled: “Let’s begin the feast. I’m famished!”
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Although I may not be a scholar with vast knowledge, I have never uttered empty words! All boastful and grand pronouncements are useless.
Li Yi once said he wanted to see his sword, and he would show Li Yi. But not now, nor was there any need to shout it from the rooftops.
With a wave of his hand, Fu Yunqin signaled to the dragon palace attendants in the hall. They silently removed the fruits, pastries and snacks. Soon after, other attendants, even more beautiful, filed out bearing various delicacies.
Fu Yunqin himself then stepped aside slightly and bowed slightly.
On the grand throne positioned before all the seats, a faint glimmer of gold gradually gathered.
A form, impossible to see truly, shrouded in a golden robe.
Just a phantom, just sitting there, yet exuded an air of unquestionable authority, as if the world itself bowed before it.
He must naturally be Changhe Dragon King Ao Shuyi! At this moment, all the proud sons of heaven present stood up. Regardless of their affiliation with any nation or sect, they all bowed in greeting, saying: "Greetings to the Dragon King!"
Regardless of the current status of aquatic life or the influence of the Dragon Palace today.
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The ancient covenant remains.
In ancient times, Emperor Li Shan of the human race swore by the great river. Humans and water tribes lived side-by-side for generations.
Regardless of whether these human prodigies believe it or not. At least for a long period of time, the mainstream propaganda promoted that humans and merfolk were closely related and originated from the same source.
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When addressing the Human Emperor, calling him "Ao Shu Yi" or "Mister," were respectful forms of address, not casual terms!
Chang He Long Jun's phantom gently raised his hand: "Forget it, have a seat."
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He uttered only four words, yet his voice boomed like thunder and torrential rain, shaking the earth as if a gale were sweeping across all directions.
All the people sat down one after another.
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Then he said, "Let's begin."
Fu Yunqin took a step forward and boomed, "Distinguished gentlemen, today you gather in the Dragon Palace for this grand feast. It's a gathering of the nation's treasures in the Dragon's home, making the Yellow River shine like the Milky Way! I, Fu Yunqin, Grand Manager of the Yellow River, by order of the Dragon King, on the second day of the second month in the year 3923 of the Dao Calendar, announce to you all — the Dragon Palace Feast is officially open!"
The entire river, ten thousand miles of calm waves.
If any fisherman were to wade into the water today, not even a ripple would be visible.
But at the bottom of the long river, where the depths are unfathomable... BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
If there were a divine being who struck the earth as a drum, when the sound of the drum resonated, the clouds would move in all eight directions!
Boom! Boom! Boom! The celestial drums did not cease.
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The thunderclouds hung low, like a dark, menacing mountain range poised to collapse.
In this unfathomable realm, the ancient Master Tai Xu attained enlightenment and manifested the supreme state of the Dao.
People have never felt so cramped, uneasy, and hurried.
The mountain peaks that once hung high in the sky have all fallen. The "watchers" who used to reside atop those mountains are now silent. Or perhaps, it was they who raised the butcher's knife.
The cranes that once roamed the clouds or the exotic birds that competed in beauty, have either been reduced to scattered feathers or huddled under their wings, too afraid to move.
The once aloof and transcendental cultivators of the Taixu Sect, each with ashen faces, were scattered in groups among the crumbling walls and broken stones.
People couldn't lift their heads, they could barely stand straight. The thunderclouds pressed down from the sky!
The sky hangs low, like a blade across the spine of man!
And beneath those rolling thunderclouds, stood figures so powerful they were terrifying.
All fell silent, with no further movement. But the clashing energies alone seemed poised to shatter this idyllic paradise! They would grind the clouds into wisps and leave heaven and earth in a state of utter stillness.
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To reveal their identities would be even more terrifying.
The words on the general's seal of Qi State, Zhen Guo Ta Yuan Shuai Jiang Meng Xiong, say: "It is indeed Jing Guo Nan Tian Shi Ying Jiang Hong!"
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Qin Guo Xu Wang!
Some contend for the merit of Song Bodhi from Chu, others for Gong Xiyan from Jing. Each individual excels in governing their own state!
Here are the remnants of a wall, a deserted temple suspended in the air. Stop, Master Zen!
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Master Xumi Shan Zhigu even couldn't stand straight. Chen Pu, the abbot of Mu Gu Shu Yuan!
Sword Pavilion, Jade Peace!
And beneath that rolling thundercloud, stood Han Shen-tu of the Three Punishments Palace!
Any one of them has the power to destroy heaven and earth; plucking stars and grasping moons is child's play.
Any name possesses the power to move mountains and fill seas. A single moniker can bring down nations and capture thieves. Everyone has a brilliant record of achievements. For example, Ying Jiangong killed Beigong Nantuo, erecting a monument to his deeds on the grassland. As for Xu Wang, he slew Xiang Longxiang, causing him to sink into the river valley.
Among them, there are only a few that are not very well-known, but they have only been low-key in recent years.
For example, there was the Zen master Zhi'e of Xuankong Temple. He had been in seclusion for years, and everyone thought he had died from illness. His seniority surpassed that of Ku Jue and his companions by five ranks. In his heyday, he was domineering and ruthless, believing in killing to eliminate evil. His日月鏟（sun moon shovel）brought down countless heads of powerful criminals. Under his saffron robes, lay countless corpses. He called himself “The Violent Bodhisattva” who ‘cleared the world of injustice’!
For example, there's Song Bodhi from the Chu State. That old woman was amazing.
She was the grandmother of Dou Zhao, and the mother of the current Duke of Wei. The Reverse Golden Bridge of Dou Zhao was her masterpiece. Although she had been living a secluded life in recent years, on the battlefield, she was invincible. She was the one who turned the tide and supported the Duke of Wei's mansion through its darkest hour. Her husband died, but she surpassed him even in his glory.
After the failure of Huiguo Gong's assault, her power plummeted drastically. She was now undoubtedly the strongest True Monarch among the four great thousand-year-old families of Chu.
Perhaps only Jing Guo's Gong Xi Yan remained consistently low-key. This was determined by his position. His military rank was the Deputy General of the Hong Wu Army. The Hong Wu Army was the Shang Hu Jun among the Six Protectors and Seven Guards, the personal army of the Jing Guo emperor, the most trusted of the core troops. He was the trusted representative entrusted by the Emperor. Simply put, he was a shadow-like presence to the Jing Emperor, leading troops in external campaigns and internal suppression, almost as if the Emperor himself were present.
These powerful beings, if they were to venture outside the Heavenly Gate, their combined energy could easily trigger a world-ending war in most places across the myriad realms!
Today they gathered at the Tai Xu School, who wouldn't be shocked!
Facing such a lineup, the Tai Xu School had no ability to resist at all.
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