Chapter 101 His Majesty the Vermilion Bird (17)
After taking a bath, Gu Yanjing went to sleep. He had been traveling for almost a day and was quite tired.
At dusk, Murong Hua's eldest disciple, Lin Shen, came to deliver a message: Dao Tian Ming Sect had prepared a banquet to welcome His Majesty's arrival, and all inner disciples would be present.
Gu Yanjing nodded in agreement, and after Mo Lan dismissed the person, he let his long hair fall loose, closed his eyes, and leaned back in his chair.
"Is Your Majesty still tired? Why don't you skip the banquet tonight? It's not a big deal." Lu Lingjun stood behind Gu Yanjing and massaged the acupoints on his head.
"It's alright. They want to see me, so naturally I will grant their wish. After all, I am a good emperor who understands and governs the people." Gu Yanjing grasped Lu Lingjun's hand: "You don't need to go with them later."
Lu Lingjun chuckled and intertwined his fingers with hers: "Does Your Majesty want me to stay at home? Then what will Your Majesty use to prevent me from going?"
Gu Yanjing sneered, and with increased force, nearly crushed Lu Lingjun's bones.
Does it hurt?
Gu Yan asked him in surprise.
Lu Lingjun's smile was somewhat forced and pitiful: "It hurts, Your Majesty."
"Since you know it hurts, why aren't you awake? This isn't a daydream." Gu Yanjing released his grip, got up, and went into the inner hall to change his clothes.
Lu Lingjun showed his skills today, and everyone knows that he is a highly skilled ancestor. If Lu Lingjun goes with him, there will be a deterrent effect, and there won't be any good show to watch.
Those people probably intended to see him make a fool of himself, but they didn't expect that he could lead three thousand imperial guards to attack and directly slap the face of Tianming Sect.
Gu Yanjing changed his clothes and went directly to the banquet with Yuhe and two maids.
They still traveled by carriage, acting as if they were trampling on and rubbing against the thousands of rules and regulations of the Tianming Sect.
Gu Yanjing deliberately arrived late, and amidst everyone's attention, he plopped down in the very center of the banquet.
Murong Hua, who arrived shortly after: "..."
The entire place fell silent; even the inner disciples who had come to watch the spectacle dared not utter a word.
"Your Majesty?" Murong Hua opened his mouth, his voice somewhat cold and hard.
"Hmm," Gu Yan replied in surprise.
Yes, that's right, it was approved.
Damn it, didn't they even ask him what was wrong?
Does this young emperor think he can be so arrogant now that he's climbed up to a Transcending Tribulation Ancestor?
"Sit down." Gu Yanjing pointed to the seat next to him, gesturing for Murong Hua to sit down. His expression was natural, and his every move exuded dignity.
Gu Yanjing remembered this scene. The original owner was also forced to come to Tianming Sect to cultivate, but the original owner could not cultivate. When he came, he was just driven here by a few palace servants in a carriage.
No one greeted them upon entering the Tianming Sect's mountain gate, and they were treated worse than ordinary menial disciples once they arrived on the mountain.
Even though everyone on the mountain addressed him respectfully as His Majesty, he was met with more ridicule and humiliation.
In the end, the original owner finally gave in and jumped off the forbidden area behind the mountain. Even in death, he could not leave the Tianming Sect, which caused him so much pain.
So there's a reason why Gu Yanjing dislikes the people of Tianming Sect.
At least, no one here was innocent in the face of the original owner's death.
Everyone had the original owner's blood on their hands, whether they were the ones who did it, those who instigated it, or those who stood by indifferently.
They were all executioners, carrying the original owner's fate with them throughout their lives.
"Let the banquet begin, Your Majesty, please go first." Murong Yu stood up and bowed to Gu Yanjing.
Even though they were already ambitious, this group of people still put on a show of superficiality to the extreme.
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