Chapter 92 Epilogue: Past, present and future.
When Jiang Zhaoyue said he wanted to hold a banquet, he really treated it as a formal banquet.
Not only did she invite close elders and several sect leaders, as well as her fellow junior and senior brothers and sisters, she also entertained other familiar and close friends.
For example, Yang Xuelan from the Jiyue Immortal Sect, Tian Liuyun from the Taiyuan Immortal Sect, the siblings Xing Wujiu and Xing Wuxia from the Dianxing Immortal Sect, and so on.
Judging only from the identities of the participating guests, Donghao World hasn't had such a grand banquet for a long time.
But apart from these familiar and close friends and relatives, Jiang Zhaoyue did not publicize it. So apart from these familiar and close friends and relatives, no one else was informed.
The location is on the Banquet Island of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect.
She didn't even set up seats according to status. Except for a few masters, everyone else could sit wherever they wanted.
Of course, apart from a few immortal sect leaders, there weren't many people who could be so leisurely and casual as to treat it as a real chat.
Because except for Sect Leader Xuanqi, the expressions of the other Sect Leaders present were not very good, so that the atmosphere was once at a freezing point.
Until Jiang Zhaoyue showed up.
She went to dig out the wine hidden by Lin Bozhou and was the last one to arrive.
Seeing the chilly atmosphere at the table, Jiang Zhaoyue handed the wine to her close junior sister and asked her to pour it. Then she smiled and said, "Why are you all so silent? Today is just a gathering of friends. There's no need to be too formal."
After saying that, she picked someone at random and raised her glass to invite him.
"Brother Tian, I offer you a toast."
Tian Liuyun of Taiyuan Immortal Sect was actually not very familiar with Jiang Zhaoyue. They had fought over the Tianyan Dao Fruit in the past, but he and Luo Huaiyin were good brothers, and now they could barely be considered close.
However, among so many people present, he was not the conspicuous one in any way. He was drinking silently with his head down, but when he heard Jiang Zhaoyue calling him, Tian Liuyun felt the panic of being called out by a strict elder for being lazy when he was a child.
The hand holding the wine glass shook unconsciously. Tian Liuyun looked up with a confused expression and pointed at himself: "Me, me?"
"Yes." Jiang Zhaoyue still smiled, "Brother Tian, we are acquainted with each other through fighting. I offer you a toast."
Tian Liuyun stood up suddenly, feeling countless eyes cast on him, making his hair stand on end.
Even his good brother Luo Huaiyin looked at him with some dissatisfaction, obviously jealous that Jiang Zhaoyue toasted him with the first glass of wine.
“…”
He strongly suspected that Jiang Zhaoyue did it on purpose.
Ever since the last incident with Tianyan Daoguo, Tian Liuyan knew that this Junior Sister Jiang was a powerful one. He had no friendship with her, and they had even had a lot of minor frictions - she had helped Luo Huaiyin suppress the lineage of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect's head master.
As a result, the bastard Luo Huaiyin fell for it himself and was eager to throw himself at Jiang Zhaoyue, making him feel embarrassed when he sees Jiang Zhaoyue now.
Fortunately, Jiang Zhaoyue probably didn't want to make things difficult for him. Tian Liuyun drank a cup with a stiff face, and finally saw the old lady look away, so the attention she paid to him also decreased by half in an instant.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard a slightly displeased voice coming from the seat above him.
"Okay, stop drinking your damn wine."
It was the frowning Master Jinyang.
The headmaster usually doesn't smile much and always has a serious face, which makes people feel intimidated. This is also the case at this moment.
However, amid the surprised gazes of many people, he looked at Jiang Zhaoyue with a tone that was not very nice, but surprisingly familiar.
"Don't tell me, is this banquet tonight really just for drinking?"
His tone surprised many people present.
Although the anecdotes of Master Jiyue are incredible, they are still known to everyone today, but Master Jinyang has nothing to do with this matter.
Tian Liuyun had never even heard that this master had met Jiang Zhaoyue.
But judging from his tone, although it wasn't nice, it sounded very familiar.
Tian Liuyun secretly glanced over there and asked the person next to him in a low voice: "Brother Luo, is Junior Sister Jiang familiar with Sect Leader Jinyang?"
Luo Huaiyin didn't even raise his head and answered him indifferently: "How can someone who is close to Master Jiyue be a good person?" Tian Liuyun: "?"
What are you talking about? Is that the question he asked?
Also, saying this in front of others, does Luo Huaiyin think he has lived too long?
As expected, before Tian Liuyun could panic, the three masters over there all cast their glances over. Master Xuanqi just smiled slightly, Master Jiyue looked emotionless, and only Master Jinyang's eyes showed obvious disgust.
"Lin Bozhou, your disciples don't even know the most basic manners anymore? Do you think I'm too good-tempered?"
Tian Liuyun froze, and a feeling of suffocation instantly surged into his heart. At this moment, he did not blame Luo Huaiyin, he hated himself.
He knew that Luo Huaiyin had lost his mind after falling in love with Jiang Zhaoyue, but he still asked such questions. He deserved to die.
Lin Bozhou on the other side just said calmly: "Oh, then you kill him."
Master’s words are more concise.
The Grand Elder of the Yunmiao Immortal Sect, who was sitting on the other side, had a frozen expression on his face, but he still had to stand up and bow, "Master Qin, please calm down. This brat is being rude. I hope Master will not bother with him."
It's not that he would kill anyone, after all, Lin Bozhou is still here. He can't really let someone kill the genius of Yunmiao Immortal Sect in front of him. This would be a slap in his face. However, under normal circumstances, he would not be able to escape severe punishment.
The Great Elder cursed countless times in his heart, but he still had to come forward to plead for mercy. After all, Luo Huaiyin was the leading disciple of his lineage.
Just when Tian Liuyun wanted to slap himself and secretly hated himself for asking too many questions, Jiang Zhaoyue, holding a wine pot, walked to Qin Ziyan's table and poured him a glass of wine personally. She smiled and said:
"Alright, alright, Senior Qin, don't be angry. Senior Luo is outspoken. Please don't argue with him, even if it's just for my sake, okay?"
Qin Ziyan looked at her coldly: "Junior, who do you think you are?"
Jiang Zhaoyue was not annoyed, and still had a smiling face, even deepening the curve of his lips.
Her words were tinged with a barely perceptible lightness.
"Don't you know who I am, Senior?"
After saying this, he lowered his voice again, to a very light tone, probably only a few people around him could hear it.
"Senior, you clearly know what kind of temper I have. Are you deliberately trying to attract my attention?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Qin Ziyan's reaction was a bit big.
The moment he blurted out the words, he realized that he had overreacted, so he deliberately suppressed his emotions and glanced at her coldly: "Shameless, you people from the Yunmiao Immortal Sect are really that annoying. Stay away from me. I am not interested in getting my hands dirty."
The words were harsh, but the incident was over.
Jiang Zhaoyue raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not refute. He just said softly: "Senior, please drink. This is my master's cellar. It is rare to see it on weekdays."
The tone and manner of their conversation were like a conversation between good friends, and there was no sign of how vicious the other party had been.
Qin Ziyan's face was cold, and there was always a feeling of being neither up nor down, stuck in his chest.
I can’t describe the feeling, it’s just very awkward.
No matter how harsh his curses were, Jiang Zhaoyue seemed not to hear them, making people feel like punching cotton, as if he was the one who was being unreasonable.
If he cursed harder, the other party might even make an expression of "feeling good at being cursed".
Very uncomfortable and very powerless.
To the extent that Qin Ziyan even felt that chatting with her was more uncomfortable than being scolded by those two annoying people, Lin Bozhou and Fu Lanting.
He pursed his lips tightly, picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp, without even being able to tell what the wine tasted like.
Downstairs, the Great Elder breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at Jiang Zhaoyue's smiling face, but he still couldn't relax deep in his heart.
By this point, most of the senior members of the sect who supported Luo Huaiyin had actually accepted their fate. This was not because of Jiang Zhaoyue's widely known scandals, but because of the skill she demonstrated in this incident.
Having many romantic anecdotes is not a skill. The real skill is to be able to control the situation, no matter what method is used.
In addition, her own cultivation is improving rapidly, so it is only a matter of time before she catches up with Luo Huaiyin.
Looking at Luo Huaiyin again... the Great Elder withdrew his gaze expressionlessly.
He glanced at the people from the Qi Ling Xian Sect who had remained silent from beginning to end, and suddenly he felt a strange sense of balance.
The elders of the Qi Ling Xian Zong looked even more haggard than him, which showed that people needed to be compared.
Looking around again, most of the people attending the banquet today looked unhappy.
Those with better expressions were all people who were close to Jiang Zhaoyue, such as her junior brothers and sisters, and Yang Xuelan from the Jiyue Immortal Sect.
Master Ji Yue had a calm expression on his face, but Yang Xuelan was smiling. She was the first person to stand up and toast Jiang Zhaoyue.
"Junior Sister Jiang, it's a rare opportunity for us to get together today. I'll toast you a glass. I'll invite you to discuss the Dao together some other day."
"good."
Jiang Zhaoyue drank with her.
Her friendly and normal attitude surprised those who had only recently gotten to know her, such as Sect Leader Jinyang.
However, in daily life, Jiang Zhaoyue is indeed a friend who is easy to like.
After Yang Xuelan finished drinking, Xing Wuxia next to her also raised her glass and stood up.
She winked at Jiang Zhaoyue and said in a friendly and joking tone, "Sister, when can we go to our Dianxing Xianzong for a visit? I don't want to work hard anymore."
Beside her, her brother Xing Wujiu could no longer bear it and pulled her down, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense."
Xing Wuxia rolled her eyes at him and said bluntly, "What's it to you? Do you, a little man, understand what a grown woman is doing?"
"You are sick!"
Xing Wujiu's scalp was numb. Facing the various looks from the seniors, he felt overwhelmed. He could only stand up and apologize: "Junior Sister Jiang, please forgive me. Her brain was damaged."
"It's just a joke, Senior Brother Xing, don't take it to heart."
Most of the time, Jiang Zhaoyue is a gentle, considerate, broad-minded and unrestrained person.
The same is true now.
She drank the wine in the glass, winked at Xing Wuxia, and said softly, "Then come and play with me next time."
"good."
Xing Wuxia agreed immediately, glanced at her brother beside her, and said coldly: "Not with you."
“…”
Xing Wujiu cursed silently.
After drinking with close friends, Jiang Zhaoyue finally returned to his seat.
Clinking glasses and enjoying various looks, some happy and some unhappy, the banquet was not entirely enjoyable, but it was rather peaceful. At least those with sullen faces also drank the wine, and no one started fighting over a disagreement, nor did the situation become tense.
As the banquet was drawing to a close, Jiang Zhaoyue suddenly curved her lips and said loudly, "Tonight, besides inviting all my friends and family to gather together, I also have something I want to announce."
"What's up?"
The one who asked was Master Jinyang, whose expression was not so good.
Seeing that no one around him said anything, he paused and said coldly, "Don't tell me that you went through so much trouble just to announce something as filthy as a pact with Fu Lanting."
His words were not pleasant to the ears, but Jiang Zhaoyue smiled happily and said, "Senior Qin is truly extremely intelligent."
Qin Ziyan just said it casually. He was used to hearing bad words coming out of his mouth, but he didn't expect Jiang Zhaoyue to actually answer him like that.
He was obviously stunned for a moment before he asked, "Do you want to form a pact with Fu Lanting?"
Without waiting for Jiang Zhaoyue to answer, he grabbed Lian Yueqing's arm and asked without even thinking, "What about Lian Yueqing?"
Then he received many surprised looks, including from Jiang Zhaoyue himself.
Jiang Zhaoyue's tone was gentle: "Senior Qin really cares so much about Senior Lian Yue. I only just found out about this. How rude."
Qin Ziyan opened his mouth, quickly released Lian Yueqing's arm, and looked away. He himself felt a little confused, and after a while he said, "I just asked casually. What does your business have to do with me?"
"All right."
Jiang Zhaoyue was very good-tempered and didn't argue with him. He just glanced around and said gently, "Actually, I want to say that before I achieve enlightenment, I don't plan to form a contract."
Rather than announcing something to others, it would be more accurate to say that she was speaking to a specific person.
The man said nothing today, sitting in the corner at the top, as if half covered by shadows.
It was not until this moment that he raised his head and looked at Jiang Zhaoyue who was also looking at him.
The woman's gentle smile carried an undisguised meaning.
After looking at each other for a while, Fu Lanting stood up and walked to her in silence under the gazes of countless people.
Lin Bozhou next to him frowned slightly and stood up as well.
"Fu Lanting."
His voice was cold and warning.
Fu Lanting didn't even look at him, nor did he care about the warning in his voice.
He just looked at Jiang Zhaoyue. From a distance that was not far away, he could even see every tiny expression on her face.
The woman he was looking at didn't feel guilty or timid at all. Just like countless times before, she even calmly called him, her voice intimate and sweet: "Uncle Master."
Fu Lanting stared at her for a while, and finally, she heard a chuckle from his lips.
"good."
He said this, and amid many frightened gazes, he turned around and faced the others.
There was no emotion in his voice, only a coldness that would not tolerate any disobedience.
"I will kill anyone who comes near."
A majestic aura was overwhelming, and the whole place was silent. Except for a few sect leaders, no one could say a word.
Most of the masters were silent.
Qin Ziyan was stunned for a moment, a look of disgust appeared on his face. Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by Lou Xuanyin on the other side.
Master Xuanqi shook his head slightly, sighed, and said inaudibly, "Brother Qin, there's no need to be so superficial."
Qin Ziyan paused for a few breaths before saying coldly, "None of your business."
He is not Jiang Zhaoyue's slave.
After saying that, Qin Ziyan took a sip of his wine and raised his voice, "Alright, no one cares about your love affairs. If you want to talk about such nonsense in the future, don't call me, it's too noisy."
After saying that, he put down his wine glass and disappeared from the table with a cold face.
Fu Lanting didn't look at him, but just glanced at a few of them, and then turned back to look at Jiang Zhaoyue.
He didn't say anything, but his intention was clear.
Jiang Zhaoyue was not annoyed. She even raised a glass of wine and said to him in such a gentle voice, "Uncle Master, I toast to you."
Fu Lanting took the glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, his voice still calm.
"Xiaobao, I told you that you have to be responsible to your uncle. Since that's the case, there's still a long way to go. I have plenty of time to play with you."
"OK."
Jiang Zhaoyue was still smiling, without a trace of indifference or malice, but that kind of ruthless casualness and short-lived love still permeated her eyebrows, eyes, and words.
Dangerous and fascinating.
It has never changed, whether in the past, present or future.
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