Chapter 550: The Immortal Sedan sets out, the Changsheng Sect’s founding ceremony? 【Request for order
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early morning
There was a bustling commotion inside and outside the Changsheng Sect's mountain gate!
This was the seventh day after the beast tide, and it was also the festive day for the founding ceremony of the sect. Sects from the surrounding islands were invited to celebrate, and the scene was extremely lively.
Various flying boats and immortal sedans came in droves.
Various powerful monks came with their disciples, giving the Changsheng Sect enough face.
"Congratulations, haha, the Changsheng Sect is really very courageous. Congratulations to Huoyun Island for adding another eternal sect!"
"Yes, yes, this place is truly a place of outstanding people and good fortune, and a place of great feng shui!"
"Congratulations to the Changsheng Sect for its successful establishment. Sect Master Lu is truly a young and promising man!"
In front of the main hall of the Changsheng Sect, dozens of sect leaders surrounded Lu Qingying and greeted her with compliments. The gifts they presented were also priceless, which made her feel suspicious.
"What's going on? We didn't invite so many people to our founding ceremony. At most, we only invited three or five familiar sects in the surrounding area. How come so many people came?"
"And why are they so humble? They are even trying to please us. Our Changsheng Sect should be inferior to them in status, right?"
The more Lu Qingying thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, and she broke out in a cold sweat.
She always felt as if something had happened that she didn't know about.
After forcing a smile to deal with these sect leaders, she immediately and cautiously invited several masters to come out, hoping that with them in place, nothing would go wrong.
After hearing this, Grand Master Mu Yuebai also realized something was wrong!
Both the former Qingnan Sect and the current Changsheng Sect are unknown second- and third-rate sects, with only three or five powers on good terms with them. It stands to reason that so many people would not come to the Changsheng Sect's founding ceremony, and at most some powers would send people to deliver some congratulatory gifts.
However, there are more than a dozen Yuanying stage masters attending the ceremony in person. Each of them is a pillar of a first- or second-rate force. They would not come out unless it is a major event. How could they come to an ordinary celebration of the Changsheng Sect?
"Something's wrong. Could they be sent here by the Huoyun Sect?" The more Mu Yuebai thought about it, the more headache he felt.
Yu Qingyan, Lu Yuanheng and others were also overwhelmed.
If the Huoyun Sect were to cause trouble at this time, they would really be unable to cope with it. After all, on the surface, they came to congratulate the ceremony. You can't just openly drive them out, right?
What if they were all people invited by the Huoyun Sect, and suddenly attacked when the ceremony was halfway through, how could they resist?
As a result, the Changsheng Sect was really caught in a dilemma and couldn't back down.
"Where's Wei Han?" Mu Yuebai frowned and asked, "Why isn't he here? Is he still in seclusion practicing? Let him come out and see us. His brain works better than ours!"
"Yes, where's Wei Han?"
"Why didn't he come?"
All the masters were surprised, as if they were looking for him to be their backbone.
Although his strength is not as good as that of the Nascent Soul Stage, there are few people in the entire sect who dare to say that they can beat him in strategy. The old men are even more willing to let him do the thinking, so they all look for his whereabouts.
Lu Qingying's eyebrows jumped, and she said awkwardly: "Senior brother has gone out for something and hasn't returned yet. I will urge him to come back immediately."
“No need!”
Wei Han's voice exploded in everyone's minds.
The next moment, a dragon chariot roared over from the distant sky.
This is a fairy sedan pulled by a nine-headed black dragon, with gorgeous and domineering carvings of dragons and phoenixes. The carriage is a hundred feet in size. It emits billions of streams of light as it walks through the air, and it has shocked all the disciples of the sect as soon as it appeared.
"Whose fairy sedan is this? It's so majestic!"
"Hiss! Nine-headed fourth-stage early black-armored dragons pulling a cart? Who is this?"
The disciples and elders of the Changsheng Sect were all so frightened that their scalps went numb.
Only those who came to congratulate from various sects had stern expressions, as if they had already guessed who was coming.
After a while, the dragon chariot arrived at the gate of Changsheng Sect. The nine-headed dragon just floated quietly in the air, and its eyes, which were intimidating without anger, glanced around. The terrifying pressure shocked everyone present.
"Welcome, Mr. Xu!"
"Welcome to Bishop Wei!"
The leaders of all the sects saluted respectfully.
When everyone heard this, they all gasped in shock, especially Mu Yuebai and the others, who were dumbfounded, because they saw that the person driving the immortal sedan was an old man in the late Nascent Soul stage with a terrifying aura, and the person riding the sedan was actually Wei Han!
"How is this possible?"
They all gasped in shock.
"No need to be polite, everyone!"
Wei Han waved his hand nonchalantly, and only then did the leaders of the various sects dare to straighten their backs. After he casually stepped off the immortal sedan chair, the old servant Xu Qing followed behind him respectfully, acting like the son of a powerful and noble immortal family.
"This? Is this Senior Brother Wei?"
"What about him?"
Everyone in the Changsheng Sect was dumbfounded, obviously not expecting such a thing to happen.
Wei Hanfeng nodded calmly to everyone, and then stood solemnly in front of the sect hall.
"Wei Han, the first disciple of Grandmaster Xu Suwan from Qingming Peak of the Purple Sky Holy Land!" The hoarse voice of the old slave Xu Qing spread throughout the venue: "Congratulations to the former master on the founding ceremony of the Changsheng Sect. I specially present 10,000 top-grade spirit stones and 10 million high-grade spirit stones."
After saying that, Xu Qing's body shook!
Appeared in front of Lu Qingying like a ghost.
There was a storage ring on the tray in his hand, which was obviously the gift he mentioned.
"hiss!"
After everyone heard the meaning of his words, they were all shocked and their scalps went numb.
Wei Han actually joined the Purple Sky Holy Land? And he is the first disciple directly taught by Grandmaster Xu Suwan of Qingming Peak? The various sects must have known the news long ago, and are here specially to curry favor with us, right?
"Brother Wei, have you changed your sect? What should we do then?"
"Zixiao Holy Land is extremely strict in accepting disciples. How could he easily become a disciple?"
"No, Senior Brother Wei actually worshipped a Yuanying Master. How terrifying is his talent?"
Everyone was talking in shock.
Wei Han looked at his master Yu Qingyan and the others, and transmitted his consciousness: "This disciple is helpless. I hope you can forgive me for not reporting this in advance. Zixiao Holy Land has agreed to help resolve the danger of Huoyun Sect. In the future, Changsheng Sect will reduce its tribute by 50%."
"this?"
Grandmaster Mu Yuebai and others were all moved.
Only then did they suddenly remember what Wei Han had said in the parliament a few days ago. When he talked about finding a big backer, he actually meant looking for the Zixiao Holy Land to act as a backer.
And he actually accomplished this incredible thing!
This is indeed shocking.
Now Wei Han has jumped from a disciple of a small sect to a direct disciple of a holy land, and he also has a late Nascent Soul stage boss acting as his guardian slave. His identity and status have undergone earth-shaking changes.
Not only was the crisis of Huoyun Sect resolved quietly!
In the future, the Changsheng Sect's tribute can be reduced by 50%. Any one of these is enough to make people ecstatic.
The masters all had complicated expressions on their faces. After a long while, Mu Yuebai couldn't help but sigh and said, "I'm sorry for wronging you!"
"Master, what are you saying? I don't feel wronged at all." Wei Han laughed in silence.
(End of this chapter)
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