Chapter 253 Jade Pavilion Music
These gods who took the initiative to pay their respects to Qingpingzi were all from the Wa clan.
Lingxiaozi is a legitimate descendant of the Nuwa clan. Although the Jade Void Palace was eventually inherited by Qingpingzi, he still has some connection with the Nuwa clan.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with them, Qingpingzi saw a servant approach with bowed eyes and small, hurried steps. He said, "Senior Qingpingzi, Her Majesty heard that you have arrived and specially ordered me to lead you to the Jade Pavilion to reminisce."
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong immediately flew down to the ground, transforming into a celestial being dressed in colorful robes, resembling a heavenly being, and stood obediently beside Qing Pingzi.
Qingpingzi turned to look at Ji Rong and said softly, "Junior sister, you are not a real servant, so there is no need for this. Just do as Junior Brother Qingguanzi does."
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong breathed a sigh of relief. She immediately transformed back into her bird form, raised her neck, and followed behind Qing Pingzi.
Qingpingzi, along with Qingguanzi and Ji Rong, followed the attendant into the jade tower inlaid with spiritual crystals.
Inside the jade pavilion was a large, circular hall, with a large white cloud floating on the ceiling.
A green dragon coiled in the clouds, its tail and half its head exposed. It held a large jade pot in its claws, occasionally pouring a mouthful into its mouth.
Then the Azure Dragon used its mouth to pierce through the clouds and spout water downwards, revealing the scene below:
A light rain fell, and a mist drifted by.
The wall was decorated with layers of flowers and green vines.
Fragrant gauze curtains draped the windows, and the room was filled with spiritual fruits.
Fine wine forms the lake, and lotus blossoms form the platform.
Birds dance with their tails, and beasts sing.
Delicacies, both spiritual and physical, were laid out on the table.
Following Qingpingzi into this room, Ji Rong, who had not seen much of the world, immediately became so nervous that the feathers on her body stood on end.
Although the hall was large, there were not many tables and desks; Ji Rong roughly counted them and there were no more than forty.
The waiter led Kiyohira to his seat.
Qingpingzi's seat was quite close to the front, the second table from the left below the Empress.
After Qingpingzi sat down, the servants quickly placed two small tables behind him, which were for Qingguanzi and Ji Rong.
Ji Rong sat by the table, looking at the abundance of rare delicacies on it. Her mind went blank for a moment before she realized that she had already sat down at the table.
She secretly circulated her qi to calm her turbulent heart, and sighed inwardly, "No wonder everyone wants to stand out. The treatment is so wonderful that even a clear-headed cultivator like me finds it hard to refuse."
Thinking of this, Ji Rong whispered to Qing Guanzi beside her, "Senior brother, can we eat?"
Upon hearing this, Qing Guanzi picked up a large piece of meat from the table and put it in his mouth, chewing it heartily.
Upon seeing this, Ji Rong immediately relaxed. She began to watch the song and dance while eating and drinking. When she saw something she liked, Ji Rong would habitually clap her hands lightly.
The Golden Mother Goddess sat high above, and she immediately noticed Ji Rong, who was engrossed in singing, dancing, and eating and drinking.
He chuckled at Qingluan and said, "Qingluan, look how much she eats just like you did when you first arrived."
Then, the Golden Mother pointed at Ji Rong with her claws, and then pointed at the jade bottle in front of her.
Qingluan nodded, placed the jade bottle in front of Ji Rong, and said stiffly, "This distinguished guest of Yuxu Palace, the Empress saw that you were enjoying your meal and specially gifted you a pot of jade liquor."
Qingluan put it down and left, which made Ji Rong feel a little shy, and she no longer ate and drank as recklessly as before.
In the small lake, on a huge lotus leaf, a colorful phoenix was now singing, and Ji Rong listened attentively.
Caihuang had only sung half of her song when the lady at the head of the table spoke up, "Qingluan, why don't you sing a song too? I haven't heard your voice in a long time."
Upon hearing this, the colorful phoenix cultivator on the lotus leaf immediately stepped down, and a phoenix with a blue-white body flew up to the center of the lotus leaf and began to sing loudly.
Although Qingluan's singing was audible, it sounded desolate and dull, lacking clarity, which was quite incongruous with this joyous and extravagant banquet.
But the empress sitting on the high seat seemed completely unaware. After Qingluan finished singing, she said, "Qingluan, you still sing as well as you did when you were young."
Qingluan, with her neck held high and taking small steps, returned to the ground and said to Caihuang, who was standing beside her, "Continue singing." Then she returned to the side of the Golden Mother Goddess.
As dusk fell and the sun was about to leap into the clouds, the servants of Yulou, carrying the Zeming Pearl, which was the size of a bear's paw, entered the main hall from the side room with small, quick steps.
They gently parted the vines on the wall and then carefully placed each of the Ze Ming Pearls into the grooves in the wall.
The light from Ze Mingzhu shone through the green vines and flowers, instantly becoming dim and colorful, making the Jade Pavilion seem as if it had entered a forest world at night.
Beside the small lake in the hall, a group of ugly, king-level demons were leaping onto the floating lotus leaves one by one.
The Azure Dragon, which had been sprinkling spiritual rain from the rooftop, moved its clouds over the Jade Lake. Grabbing a large jade pot, it descended from the clouds, entered the lake, tilted its head back, and drank a large gulp of spiritual liquid. Then, it spat out one large water sphere after another onto the enormous lotus leaf.
Each of the demonic creatures swiftly grabbed a water sphere radiating spiritual light, then flicked its tail and leaped into it.
They swam around the walls of their respective water spheres and gradually became more beautiful, each one shimmering with scales, resembling celestial beings with tails.
Then they began to sing, their voices clear and ethereal, like a dream, perfectly matching the fairyland in the forest.
Seeing this magnificent scene of interwoven darkness, Ji Rong couldn't help but recall the radiant beauty she had seen on the South River when she was a child. Just thinking about that sight made her hunch her neck, which had been stretched out, shrink back involuntarily.
Qing Guanzi approached Ji Rong and said, "This Ming Demon is quite beautiful at night. Nowadays, the only Ming Demon who can safely cultivate to the level of a king is probably the Golden Mother Goddess."
Junior sister, would you like to come closer and take a look?
Ji Rong's eyes widened, and she nodded emphatically.
Qing Guanzi bowed to the Empress at the head of the table, and then, without any hesitation, transformed into his original form. He opened his mouth slightly, picked up Ji Rong, threw her onto his back, and then strolled through the hall with his head held high, stopping at the edge of the Qiongjiang Lake.
The Azure Dragon at the head of the dragons had once again coiled itself in the clouds. Instead of pouring spiritual nectar into its mouth, it used a claw to form a hand seal, causing the spiritual liquid from the large jade pot to flow down its claw like silk threads, adding a layer of misty, rain-like hue to the lake.
She caught a glimpse of Qing Guanzi walking towards her with his head held high. Her eyes darkened, and as if she had seen something dirty, she quickly hid her head in the clouds, leaving only the large jade pot sprinkling out fragments of spiritual rain.
Qing Guanzi pointed to the Ming Demon singing and dancing on the lotus leaf and said, "Junior Sister, look how clearly you can see it here. The flesh of this Ming Demon who has cultivated to the level of a King is extremely delicious. Senior Brother hasn't eaten it in a long time."
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong couldn't help but ask, "Wasn't it at the grand banquet either?"
Qing Guanzi clicked his tongue and said, "That's different. Those Ming demons were forcibly refined by the immortal spring. The spiritual energy contained in their flesh is barely there. They have the taste but not the essence."
Alas, Her Majesty stopped killing demons and wild cultivators a long time ago.
"Junior sister, I've heard there's still some water in the South, but the local deities and river gods are incredibly stingy; they rarely hold a feast there, sometimes for decades."
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