Chapter 274 The Grand Feast of the Nine Provinces (4)
Suddenly, the sky brightened as if at dawn, and two rows of dragons and phoenixes danced gracefully in the air from both sides of Guangyang Palace, creating a truly auspicious scene.
At that moment, the Lord of the Sun appeared in front of the palace gate.
The elegant woman standing beside Him announced, "The guests have arrived; let the banquet begin!"
With the appearance of the Lord of the Sun, the great pillars hidden in the clouds above the cloud platform came into view.
Flames roared atop the massive pillars. Ji Rong craned her neck to look at the pillar she had bumped into earlier, and saw that the burning flames were clearly based on fire crystals, radiating spiritual energy, like a blazing little sun.
As flames blazed on the pillars, most of the clouds above the Cloud Platform dissipated, leaving only the dimness around Yuanjun and the absence of firelight around Binghejun.
Upon seeing this, Ji Rong immediately asked Guan Zi in a low voice, "Senior brother, I heard that fire crystals are precious. Why did Lord Xi burn them directly?"
"With so many massive pillars, and we're staying here for another five days, how many fire crystals will we have to burn?"
Qing Guanzi said, "This is only a small amount. Ninety percent of the fire crystals in the Nine Provinces are used by Guangyang Palace."
The Si Nu we met earlier belonged to the Red Dragon Clan. They originally lived in Buzhou. The entire clan presented eleven fire crystal mines to Guangyang Palace, sent the Si Nu to Guangyang Palace as servants, and then the entire clan moved to the outer perimeter of Guangyang Mountain Range.
This Si woman truly lived up to her potential, cultivating to the level of a Saint. She didn't like to show off and had a gentle temperament; otherwise, Ya woman would have had to step aside.
Upon hearing this, Ji asked, "What about those who cultivate fire magic? How do they cultivate?"
Qing Guanzi pointed with his claw at an old red-haired cultivator who was not far below Qing Pingzi and said, "Junior sister, you met that Great Sage of Blazing Flames last time. The Blessed Land of Strange Flames is not large, nor is it as famous as our Jade Void Palace, but it is said that there are many and abundant fire crystal veins in his Blessed Land of Strange Flames."
Aside from Guangyang Palace, most fire cultivators in the Nine Provinces who know about it will join the Qiyan Blessed Land.
As for those unaffiliated cultivators, if they want to cultivate fire magic, they either need to find an unclaimed fire crystal vein themselves, or they need to cultivate using fire stones.
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong thought to himself, "Indeed, the rich have plenty of food, while the poor go hungry every meal."
Looking at the many fire crystals thrown into the sea of fire, she thought to herself that she had finally taken the position that cultivators dreamed of, and couldn't help but feel extremely emotional.
As Ya Nu announced the start of the banquet, some movements occurred on the platform. Sixty-four ice dragons were seen exhaling icy breath towards the high platform in the center.
Countless other dragons coiled around the pillar, spewing water mist from their mouths, once again obscuring the cloud platform into the sea of clouds.
The icy air emanating from the stage made Ji Rong feel a refreshing coolness on her face.
But the cultivators sitting in the back weren't so lucky. The cool air didn't reach that far, and they were so hot that Qingzhazi even changed to a slightly golden color.
The ice dragon hidden above the cloud platform surrounded that area with swirling clouds and mist. When half of the mist dissipated, Ji Rong saw a familiar figure appear on the platform.
It was Tu Li, who was holding two butcher knives in his claws, sitting on the outer side of the high platform with a cold expression.
Inside, sixty-four ice dragons pulled a huge, transparent, perfectly round ice pool, filled with layers of trapping formations, out of the clouds.
Golden rays of light shone down from above, reflecting off the ice pool and refracting into a dazzling array of colors, even more beautiful than gemstones.
The ice pool was teeming with dragons of all species, each with its own unique form, their massive bodies crammed into the small pool.
Then one by one they stretched their necks, tilted their heads back, placed their mouths on the water's surface, and gulped down the spiritual energy.
This delicious sight made the gods and cultivators sitting around the platform extremely hungry.
Ji Rong stood at the front and could see clearly that these dragons varied in size, many of them were very young and injured, and their faces all had a numb look on them.
Standing on the other side, Qing Guanzi grinned and exclaimed sincerely, "Junior sister, we are in for a treat! This time, the Hundred Dragons Steamed Dish is the first course. Although the banquets at Guangyang Palace are cold, the dishes are always grand and innovative. It's really good."
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong glanced at Qing Guanzi with her beady eyes and said, "Senior brother, you are all dragons, can you really eat this?"
Qing Guanzi revealed a set of fangs and laughed, "I don't know them. Junior Sister will know once she takes a bite. They're delicious!"
Junior sister, tomorrow's first dish might be the Hundred Phoenix Roast. If you don't eat it, I'll eat it all.
My senior brother isn't young anymore; who knows, one day he'll close his eyes and open his four paws, and he'll never have to eat again.
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong felt it made sense, and thought that there might never be such a banquet again.
I have no relation to them, and it would be foolish not to take advantage of such a situation.
She immediately shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the last few thoughts, determined to eat her fill.
After the dragons on the high platform were displayed for a while, an ice dragon came up to the front of the platform and roared and sang.
The sixty-four ice dragons once again spewed out icy mist, obscuring the dragon-type cultivators in the pool.
Then, in the misty clouds above the high platform, one could vaguely see the phantoms of a dozen or so large swords, the sound of swords cutting through skin, the low growls and screams of dragon cultivators begging for mercy, and the sound of blood splattering from sword cuts.
Various sword shadows were reflected in the clouds and mist, and all sorts of sounds came from the clouds and mist, echoing the low groans of the leading ice dragon, like a song of victory.
Before long, one after another blood-red flowers appeared, staining the circular, dense white ice cloud wall. The blood-red flowers condensed together within the cloud wall and then fell to the ground, like one dark red ice flower after another.
When a patch of blood is spilled, the ice dragons standing nearby will quickly fill the gap with frost, preventing any more blood from spilling out.
Ji Rong watched from below, thinking to herself that if one did not consider that the raw materials inside were a pool of living dragon cultivators, this play of ice dragons creating paintings from clouds could be described as novel.
As a swordsman, Ji Rong's mind was torn between being captivated by the one-sided beauty of the slaughter and feeling a pang of unbearable pain as he watched the young dragons being killed.
She watched as the bloodstains that splattered and crashed against the icy wall gradually diminished, and then she saw the large pillars, still ablaze with fire, slowly sink down until they were as tall as a small table.
A group of bird-like servants silently entered the cloud platform from both sides of Guangyang Palace, and they began to serve the first course - Steamed Hundred Dragons.
Plates of meat were shoved out from inside.
These ice dragons carried meat platters in an orderly fashion, exhaling a breath of icy air upwards before the bird servants carried them to their respective tables.
Qingpingzi looked at the meat that was served, took a deep breath, swallowed it, and then said, "Junior brother, take your junior sister and eat."
He noticed Ji Rong's conflicted expression, which alternated between excitement and ferocity, and said, "Junior sister, since it's here, you should eat it properly, otherwise you'll have come for nothing."
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong immediately nodded and said, "Senior brother is right."
She immediately stretched out her wings and claws towards Qing Guanzi, grabbed the piece of meat he had just steamed over the fire, and swallowed it into her food bag.
Ji Rong thought that this meat was indeed delicious, so delicious that it reminded her of the happy times she spent eating spirit insects when she was a child.
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