These people were all made up and dressed in women's clothing, which almost made Wang Yao mistake them. If it weren't for the voice that sounded so much like Eunuch Wei's, Wang Yao really wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.
"So even the demon realm has eunuchs," Wang Yao thought to himself.
Meanwhile, no one cared what Wang Yao was thinking. With a shout of "Raise the carriage!", the entire procession suddenly trembled, and pairs of magnificent wings stretched out from behind each member, which began to flap rhythmically.
"Are these all butterfly spirits?" Wang Yao was startled again upon seeing this, but then he felt something was wrong with his feet.
As these wings flapped, Wang Yao felt a breeze gradually rising beneath his feet, as if he had used a magical technique called "Summoning the Wind."
However, the effect of this "wind summoning" was not only long-lasting, but also increasingly powerful. Before long, clouds and mist began to rise from beneath everyone's feet, slowly lifting Commander Lang, Wang Yao, and the entire team, but not very high, only about a foot off the ground.
White mist swirled and rose slowly between each person, wisps of it gently swirling around them.
"Line up!" the raspy voice called out again. The butterfly spirits flapped their wings incessantly, but their positions changed, moving one by one to the front, back, left, and right of Lang Shuai and Wang Yao.
The eight butterfly spirits in front were divided into four groups of two facing each other, and the four behind them were divided into two groups. Wang Yao and his companions had four butterflies on each side, arranged in a single line, neatly surrounding them in the middle.
As the formation was completed, the butterfly fairies continued to flap their wings. Lang Shuai, Wang Yao, and others rose another foot or so, towering above the surrounding butterfly fairies, forming a scene of stars surrounding the moon.
"Return to the palace!" Seeing that everyone was in position and the formation was complete, the raspy voice shouted again. With the shout, the butterfly fairies flapped their wings and slowly flew forward. Wang Yao found that this time he moved at the same time as them.
This is truly an amazing spell! Not only does it save energy, but it's also incredibly beautiful! It's even more ethereal than that of immortals. Everyone stands upright above the clouds, with wind and clouds surging beneath their feet, surrounded by swirling mist, colorful wings fluttering, and their robes billowing in the wind. They all exude an otherworldly and extraordinary aura.
Seeing this scene from afar, the Zhanghuang clansmen shouted "Long live the Emperor!" and knelt down by the roadside. For a moment, even Hui Shuo felt that he was no longer an ordinary person. He put on a compassionate and merciful appearance, half-closed his eyes, stood on the clouds with his hands clasped in front of him, and muttered incantations.
"Lord Yue Lao, this cloud carriage and windmill is a secret technique of our clan. Does it meet your divine standards?" Lang Shuai asked as he sat down. A wide chair formed from clouds and mist naturally appeared under his buttocks, with tassels on the chair that seemed to float in the wind.
"Little Fairy, you've really broadened your horizons. I reckon even if the Heavenly Emperor were to go on an inspection tour, he probably wouldn't have the same grandeur as you, Commander Lang."
Wang Yao spoke with genuine sincerity. With General Lang sitting on the clouds, flanked by himself and the two immortals, Tongxuan Daxian, and a monk chanting sutras behind him, he estimated that even the Heavenly Emperor might not receive such treatment.
"You flatter me, Lord Matchmaker," Lang Shuai said with a shake of his head. "How could my little firefly dare to compete with the bright moon of the Heavenly Emperor? I am merely enjoying what is readily available."
"The Fenzhong were originally a decent race, but they just happened to like these flashy and impractical things. They spent too much energy and money on ceremonial occasions. If they hadn't submitted to our tribe, I'm afraid they would have been destroyed in an instant."
Wang Yao turned to look at the Great Immortal Tongxuan. He remembered that he had been ambushed by the Butterfly Spirit on the Zhanghuang Express and hesitated, wondering whether he should tell the Great Immortal Tongxuan or this Marshal Lang.
The cloud-carriage windmill turned onto a straight north-south avenue along the road beside the landing plaza. This avenue was extremely wide, with statues several meters tall on both sides. At the end of the road ahead, there was a straight staircase leading upwards, and at the top of the staircase, a palace could be vaguely seen standing.
Although the steps looked high and steep, Wang Yao and the others did not need to climb them. The cloud-borne windmill carried them leisurely, making them feel as if they were floating on air, towards the distant palace.
Armored guards stood on both sides of the road, and some spirits, presumably officials of the Zhanghuang clan, went up and down the steps. Although these guys all had serious faces, they all bent down and muttered incantations when they saw the cloud carriage and windmill passing by.
Upon reaching the top of the steps, you are greeted by a plaza paved with bluestone. Opposite the plaza stands a vast palace complex, with a magnificent hall standing like a key at the end of the plaza, in front of the complex, silently overlooking you all.
Wang Yao saw that the plaque above the main hall had two large seal characters that read "Chengrong".
A few Zhang Huang clan officials came and went through the side gate on the right side of Chengrong Hall, but the cloud-carried windmill did not go straight to the main gate of Chengrong Hall. Instead, it turned to the other side and came to a small door on the left side of Chengrong Hall with a plaque inscribed with "Careful Thinking".
The guards at the small gate bowed one by one, and then a voice that was neither male nor female came from afar from the Chengrong Hall.
"My lord, return to the palace!"
"Go directly to the Imperial Study," Commander Lang said calmly, sitting upright in his cloud-patterned chair.
"Yes!" The butterfly fairies around them answered in unison. The cloud carriage and windmill then passed through the side gate and entered an alleyway with high palace walls on both sides.
The alley was incredibly long. Wang Yao noticed moon gates appearing on both sides every now and then, each with an inscription on its plaque. However, after passing through so many, Wang Yao became too lazy to remember them.
He discovered that each moon gate led to either a palace or a garden, and he couldn't help but marvel at the grand scale of the palace complex. However, he also recalled what the Great Immortal Tongxuan had said: this Commander Lang had not yet been crowned king. It seemed that although this guy was not a king in name, his treatment probably already surpassed that of the emperor.
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