Chapter 159
This year's Spring Flower Banquet was extremely lively. The Suxuan Sect opened its gates wide and welcomed monks from all states to enjoy the spring flowers and attend the spring banquet.
The inner sect disciples flew out of the sect on their swords and lined up along the long steps.
Lang Yu and Tan Wen, captains of the two teams respectively, were giving instructions to their fellow disciples on the welcoming arrangements.
Sun Qichou, the manager of Wansong Tower who was supposed to be in charge of this matter, really couldn't spare the time. He also had to coordinate the outer disciples. After Lang Yu, Tan Wen and others welcomed the cultivators into the sect, he was responsible for guiding and receiving them in the next step.
When Lang Yu saw this scene, she couldn't help but think of the time when Ji Tang was still Jiu Shui Shen. At that time, she also lined up here with them to welcome wave after wave of visiting monks.
But at that time, the visitors were all from Chenwuzhou, but now the visitors come from all over Kyushu.
That night, Wangchuan's Netherworld Boat came from afar, and everyone who was led to the sect's long steps one after another felt a biting chill and looked up.
Everyone knows that only the dead can enter Yewangchuan, but no one has ever heard that they can come out.
Even in the daytime, the Netherworld Lanterns set up on the Netherworld Boat are still eerie and terrifying.
The dim blue lights swayed as the Netherworld Boat moved forward. A layer of gray deathly aura covered the outside of the boat, which blocked the Netherworld Boat from the outside world.
People outside can only feel the gloom and coldness of the gray death energy, but as long as they don't get close, they will not be invaded by the death energy.
The surrounding trees, flowers and plants did not lose their vitality because of the obstruction.
As the Netherworld Boat got closer, the people around it hurriedly made way for it.
They also saw the people on the boat at this time, and then shuddered violently.
Everyone on the boat was wearing black robes. I guess they were the ferrymen of Yewangchuan. In short, they were the dead.
Ye Baidu looked outside and met one of the gazes coming towards him.
The next moment, the man's legs trembled and he fell directly from the flying sword.
"Ye Baidu, you'd better stop looking around, to prevent these living people from having nightmares at night."
Following these words, several ferrymen laughed softly.
Although they are emotionally indifferent, they are not without emotions.
Anyone who has been ferrying people across the Yewang River would lose their spirits. Fortunately, they have this opportunity to come out and take a look, and feel the breath of living people.
Ye Baidu withdrew his gaze and took the lead to walk down when the Netherworld Boat stopped.
Lang Yu stepped forward to greet him.
As the captain, he was actually very busy, but none of his fellow disciples dared to deal with the ferrymen of Yewangchuan, so he was the only one who came.
Ye Baidu nodded at him politely.
They, the ferrymen, did not have these rules, but the one who came was Su Xuanzong, and out of respect for the Nightmare Lord and the Immortal Lord, he also did some of the things that a living person should do.
"Where are Jitang and Su Jinzhou?"
Lang Yu gestured for invitation, "I'll take you directly to Qianli Yanbo."
Several people came up behind Ye Baidu, and one of them said, "We'll see each other sooner or later, why are you so anxious? Let's go to the Spring Flower Banquet first. I haven't seen a living flower in a long time."
Lang Yu's cheeks twitched slightly. Could it be that Ye Wangchuan still had some dead flowers?
He looked at Ye Baidu inquiringly.
Ye Baidu's expression remained unchanged and he nodded in agreement.
After Yewangchuan, more than a dozen huge dragon-shaped ships also sailed to the outside of Suxuan Sect with great momentum.
Tan Wen immediately went forward and soon saw Yan Zun’s brother, Huanmang, the young patriarch of the Qingmang Dragon Clan.
When Huan Mang met this young man, he was very approachable and smiled, patting Tan Wen on the shoulder.
Tan Wen was hit so hard that he bent over and groaned inwardly.
There are two races in the world of cultivation that are famous for their strong physical bodies, one is the dragon clan and the other is the sturgeon shark clan.
With a strong body, his strength is naturally unmatched.
The force that Huan Mang struck his shoulder with was so strong that if someone with a lower cultivation level had come in, he would have been smashed into the ground.
Huan Mang was full of energy, "Where's my sister?"
Tan Wen immediately replied, "It's in Qianli Yanbo. I'll take you there."
Huanmang waved his hand and said, "I know the way, don't worry about us."
Tan Wen agreed and watched the dragons walk up the long steps obediently.
Outer sect members of Suxuan Sect are not allowed to wield swords. This is not only a rule for disciples of the sect, but also for outsiders.
Of course, maybe it is useless to Lord Yan, Tan Wen thought to himself, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.
He watched the Dragon Clan group leave. When they were about to enter the sect, the young leader of the Qingmang clan suddenly slipped and fell on the steps with a thud.
He faintly heard the woman's scream.
The woman standing behind the young chief of Qingmang tribe hurriedly helped him up, and the two of them were talking about something.
Tan Wen had seen the other person before and knew that he was Jiu Xiao, the young patriarch of the Tuowei Dragon Clan. He was currently covering his forehead with his hand, as if he felt somewhat ashamed of being the young patriarch of the Qingmang Clan.
He let out an "ah" and suddenly remembered what Nightmare Lord said.
It seems that setting up a stall is necessary, and the sect’s long steps really need to be rebuilt.
In addition, they also welcomed guests from Haihezhou.
The sturgeon shark flying boat of the sturgeon shark king Shoushaqi and the Haiqiong of the Wei Hai Palace came one after another.
Tan Wen withdrew his gaze and continued to walk forward.
Shark Qi looked straight ahead at everyone, not caring about their expressions or looks at all. He said directly, "I'll go directly to Qianli Yanbo."
Tan Wen was already numb. These big guys were all overlords of a certain area, and each of them had their own ideas. They were also very familiar with Qianli Yanbo. There was no need for him to lead the way. They walked in with ease, as if they were family.
After Shark Qi, the Wei Hai Palace was no longer as free-spirited as the ancestor. They visited fellow Taoists from various states and exchanged pleasantries with each other, without a single word being spoken.
Tan Wen thought: This is what normal should be like.
He waited until the other party came closer before leading everyone into the sect.
Distinguished guests arrived one after another outside, and the Spring Flower Banquet was packed with guests. While drinking and chatting, everyone had looked towards the inner door countless times.
They were all waiting for the arrival of the Immortal Lord and the Nightmare Lord.
Huanmang, Shaqi and others met in the Qianli Yanbo, but only saw Su Jinzhou but not Jitang.
"Where is she?" asked Sharky.
Su Jinzhou seemed to be in a good mood. After pouring tea for a few people, he said, "Pick flowers and deliver the letter."
Huanmang poked his head out, "Huh? What are you talking about?"
At the same time, in the outer gate Xin Pavilion.
The Spring Flower Banquet is busy everywhere, and Xin Pavilion is also busy.
You can fold flowers and send messages to your family and relatives, or to the one you love.
Don’t underestimate it as just a flower; the meaning it contains is invaluable.
Yang Xiaoluan was hidden by the pile of letters. As the Spring Flower Banquet began, the candles here would be lit all night long.
Busy! Busy as hell!
Ji Tang called him "Senior Brother Xiaoluan" after the letter.
Yang Xiaoluan immediately recognized that this was the voice of Nightmare Lord. The letters that he had just stacked and prepared to tie up in his hand suddenly jumped open and flew everywhere.
Yang Xiaoluan leaned half of his body out, trying to look at her from between the two piles of letters, but his body was not exposed at all, only one eye was visible.
"Nightmare Lord, please don't scare me like that!"
Ji Tang smiled and said, "I just called it casually."
Yang Xiaoluan has a lot of grievances that he can't express.
He looked at the Nightmare in front of him. No matter how he looked at her, she looked like a young girl, even younger than him.
Hearing the word "senior brother" from her mouth naturally made him happy, but this young girl was the big shot who saved the entire lower world, so he really didn't dare to respond!
Jitang stuffed the prepared letter into the gap.
"This is my letter. Please help me deliver it to the recipient."
Yang Xiaoluan said "OK" and looked down at the large characters written in a flamboyant style on the envelope.
Thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the boat is full of nights.
Yang Xiaoluan: “…”
You live in the same place as the Immortal Master, do you still need to run to the Outer Gate Letter Pavilion to find me and then send me back the same way?
Ji Tang seemed not to notice the exhaustion and speechlessness in that eye, and said with a smile: "The Spring Flower Banquet will take several days, so take your time and send it off. There's no rush."
What can Yang Xiaoluan say?
He nodded, then remembered that Nightmare Lord couldn't see it, so he said, "According to the current order, it will probably be delivered to Qianli Yanbo the day after tomorrow."
So, Lord Nightmare, are you really not considering giving it directly to Lord Immortal?
After all, you and the Immortal Master see each other every day, but you have to wait two more days for just a simple move.
Ji Tang didn't know what Yang Xiaoluan was thinking, so he said, "Well, you go ahead and get busy. You seem to have nowhere to stay here, so I won't cause you any more trouble. Come on."
Yang Xiaoluan couldn't get out and could only watch Ji Tang leave. After she left, he started to pick up the letters that were flying everywhere.
Jitang did not return to Qianli Yanbo, but flew directly to Chunhua Banquet on his sword.
There were a large number of people attending the Spring Flower Banquet this time, and the venue where the Spring Flower Banquet was held in previous years could not accommodate so many people.
After careful consideration, Liu Wushu decided to hold the Spring Flower Banquet on Yaoshu Lingfeng, which is adjacent to Xuanhe Peak.
One of the two peaks belongs to the inner gate, and the other belongs to the outer gate. Between them is a spiritual waterfall cascading down, filled with water and shrouded in clouds and mist, acting as a natural barrier, separating the two spiritual peaks.
The Spring Flower Banquet is not only held on the circular platform at the top of Yaoshu Lingfeng Peak, but there are also flower viewing spots and rest spots along the winding path down from Lingfeng Peak. Walking in between, you will see flowing clouds and lush greenery, just like a fairyland.
Jitang did not go to the top of the mountain, but flew between the sacred peaks.
Vines climb and hang down along the rock wall, and the fragrance immediately penetrates the nose.
There were already some people here, two or three of them gathered together and had a pleasant conversation.
Seeing Ji Tang flying towards them on a flying sword, one of them bowed to her and said, "This fellow Daoist may not know that Yaoshu Lingfeng belongs to the outer sect of Suxuan Sect, and outer sect members are not allowed to fly on swords."
Only then did Ji Tang remember the rule that outer disciples were not allowed to wield swords.
She then bowed and said, "I apologize for my rudeness."
Their eyes couldn't help but stay on Jitang's face.
Some people were already staring with their eyes wide open, but when the monks next to them reminded them, they realized their impoliteness and lowered their heads with red faces.
The cultivator who spoke to Jitang first said politely, "I am Su Zhaoheng, a member of the royal family of Sujia State in Chenwuzhou. I am here to attend the banquet with the cultivators of my country."
Ji Tang said with a pleasant expression, "You are actually a noble from the royal family of Sujia Kingdom. Welcome."
Although Su Zhaoheng is not a cultivator, thanks to his royal bloodline of the Sujia Kingdom, everyone is very polite to him.
As everyone knows, Immortal Venerable Bian Jing was born into the royal family of Sujia Kingdom. Thanks to his protection, the royal family of Sujia Kingdom has taken root in Chenwuzhou for thousands of years and has remained prosperous to this day.
In terms of bloodline, he is a descendant of the Immortal Master Bian Jing. This alone is enough for everyone to treat him politely and friendly.
Su Zhaoheng was very perceptive. "Are you from the Xuanzong sect?"
Because of his status, he was treated with courtesy, and the same was true for Xuanzong's people.
Wherever Xuanzong's people went, no matter how high or low their cultivation level was, they were treated like this.
Su Zhaoheng couldn't help but sigh. If it were an ordinary person, he would have lost himself and become complacent in such politeness and flattery. However, the disciples of Su Xuan Sect still followed the rules and observed etiquette. This showed that Su Xuan Sect had a deep foundation and strict teachings, making it worthy of being the number one sect in the world of cultivation.
Ji Tang's attention was already focused on the spiritual jade table not far away. There were all kinds of spiritual tea, spiritual wine and spiritual fruits on it. It looked pleasing to the eye and must taste good too.
She gestured to Su Zhaoheng, then walked towards the stone platform, "Yes, I am from the Su Xuanzong clan."
Su Zhaoheng saw Jitang pick up the spiritual fruit, and he also picked up a glass of spiritual wine. "Because fellow Daoist wasn't wearing sect attire, I didn't recognize you right away. I apologize for that."
Ji Tang held the spiritual fruit and clinked it against his wine glass in the air, then took a bite. The juice burst in his mouth, a mixture of sour and sweet, and it was indeed delicious.
She said vaguely, "You're welcome."
Su Zhaoheng looked at her blankly. He had seen many disciples of Su Xuan Sect along the way, but he had never seen anyone like Ji Tang. Although her every move was casual, she was very free and easy. She was not as aloof and restrained as other disciples.
Ji Tang finished the spiritual fruit in just a few bites, and Su Zhaoheng also drank the spiritual wine in the cup.
The wine in the imperial city cannot be compared with the spiritual wine, and he doesn't want to waste a drop.
He put down his wine glass and bowed again, "I haven't asked for your name yet?"
Ji Tang tilted his head slightly, "Speaking of which, we have quite a connection."
Su Zhaoheng smiled. There were quite a few people who were close to him. Perhaps she had once had the good fortune to meet the Immortal Venerable Bian Jing? That meant she had some connection with him.
He wasn't annoyed, but there was a hint of boredom and annoyance in his eyes.
Ji Tang was still selecting things on the stone table when he casually asked, "What's your name, Su Jinzhou?"
Su Zhaoheng's eyes froze for a moment. He thought he had misheard, "Wha-what?"
Ji Tang gave him a strange look and said, "I asked you why your name is Su Jinzhou."
Only then did Su Zhaoheng become really angry.
He had held a high position for a long time and possessed an extraordinary aura. When he got angry, he could intimidate people. "How dare you address Immortal Venerable Bian Jing by his name?!"
His voice unconsciously became louder because of anger, which attracted the surprised looks of the surrounding monks. They then set their sights on Ji Tang, and the look they gave her was not friendly.
Jitang didn't care much and finally chose a cup of ripe Putao in his hand.
Su Zhaoheng found it ridiculous that she continued to do as she pleased.
Is this a disciple from the inner or outer sect of the Suxuan Sect? How could she be so rude? Could she be speaking so arrogantly because she thought this place was far from the peak and the great masters wouldn't notice her?
The material of the teacup for the ripe Pu'er tea can retain the temperature of the tea, making it just the right temperature for the drink. However, Ji Tang frowned and put it down after taking just one sip.
"You're nowhere near as good as my senior brother." She whispered this before looking up at Su Zhaoheng. "You should call my senior brother ancestor. After all, after so many generations, we can only call him ancestor."
Su Zhaoheng said impatiently: "What on earth are you talking about..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Jitang smiling.
Although he was dissatisfied with Ji Tang's attitude, his heart couldn't stop beating wildly when she smiled, and for a moment he even forgot what to say.
Ji Tang passed him by.
He immediately turned around and saw her slowly walking up the stone steps of Lingfeng Peak and waving at him with her back.
Her voice was a little far away, but clear to the ear.
"Then you should call me ancestor."
The stone steps rotated, and she continued to walk up sideways, passing him from above. "My name is Jitang."
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