Others regarded the Saint Heir of Sanqing as a friend worthy of their serious consideration.
But Ye Guhong...
He seed to have placed himself beneath the Saint Heir of Sanqing?
This realization sent a chill down the spines of many.
"You see? Didn’t I tell you?" Exalted Qingjing, also stunned by the scene, snapped back to reality and boasted to those around him.
"Exalted Qingjing’s foresight is profound; we are ashad of our own inadequacy!"
"In that case, it seems Sanqing truly has the montum to return to its peak. Indeed, we must forge a good relationship!"
"Thankfully, I haven’t given my gift yet. I can still add more!" soone rejoiced.
"Unfortunately, our gifts have already been sent..." soone else sighed in deep regret.
"What does it matter if you’ve already given it? Just give another one! Sanqing is magnanimous; they certainly won’t mind!" Exalted Qingjing prompted.
"Exalted Qingjing speaks wisely!"
"Thank you for the guidance!"
Realizing their oversight, everyone hurriedly dug into their pockets to add to their gifts.
Watching this unfold, the corners of Exalted Qingjing’s mouth curved up slightly as he vanished into the crowd.
「In a certain side hall.」
A group of figures resembling independent cultivators had gathered here.
"How did it go, everyone?"
"Haha, thanks to the Saint Heir’s prestige, all it took was a few casual hints for those people to consciously increase their gifts!"
"Those people are so stingy. If we didn’t do this, when would they ever willingly part with their money?"
"Our Sanqing is being rebuilt from the ground up, and this Enthronent Ceremony has burned through a lot of money... Just the formations and visual phenona consud a substantial number of Spirit Stones! Those people only know how to show up and freeload, giving a ager gift for their entire family. Then, the mont trouble arises, they expect us to protect them. Where’s the logic in that?"
"The Sect Leader is truly resourceful!"
「Guests continued to pour in.」
The major blessed lands and Cave Heavens were nearly all present. This Enthronent Ceremony was an unprecedentedly grand event.
Great, ancient powers like Longhu Cave Heaven, Qingtian Dongtian, Southern Extre Heavenly Cave, and Shenyan Cave Heaven had almost all sent their Saint Heirs in person.
As for the Immortal Sects that had not established a Saint Heir, they also sent figures of imnse importance.
Even many powerful experts who had made their nas years ago and had long since withdrawn from the public eye ca today, just to catch a glimpse of the true face of the Saint Heir of Sanqing.
This gathering of prodigies made the guests who had co to observe the ceremony once again marvel at the Saint Heir of Sanqing’s influence.
"A myriad of immortals paying tribute... It has been a long ti since I’ve seen such a magnificent scene!"
On Dragon Head Peak, Snow Ancestor stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing into the distance and letting out a sigh.
GONG!
GONG!
GONG!
The Immortal Bell tolled a full thirty-six tis, its sound shaking the heavens and the earth.
Immortal music began to play.
From within the rosy clouds, a group of graceful figures rose. Dozens of female cultivators from the Sonic Sect, their figures elegant, began to dance ethereally as immortal music drifted and echoed through the void.
Vaguely visible in the center of the crowd, a woman in a gorgeous long dress was gently playing a zither.
From afar, the spectating guests found the hazy figure and the zither’s lody sowhat familiar.
Could that be... Miss Feiyin, who vanished from the Phoenix Cry Pavilion so long ago?
The world was filled with a serene atmosphere. Thousands of auspicious lights streaked through the air, radiant mists swirled, ethereal tassels hung to the ground, and rainbows arched across the sky.
"We welco the Saint Heir!"
Following the prolonged cry, a crimson glow surged across the horizon.
A youth in a red robe gracefully appeared. He rode upon the ancient Divine Beast, Disaster Brood. Clad in crimson armor, it trailed a sea of fire wherever it went, its divine might imposing, as if it trod upon hell and was crowned by Tian Yuan.
He sat upright on Disaster Brood’s back.
His figure was slender yet indistinct, like a red lotus blooming on the summit of an immortal mountain. His red robe was embroidered with golden cloud patterns, exuding an ineffable nobility and grace.
He carried himself with an upright posture and a tranquil yet approachable deanor, as if he were one with the heavens and the earth.
"We welco the Saint Heir!"
"We welco the Saint Heir!"
"We welco the Saint Heir!"
All the Sanqing disciples were shouting, their eyes blazing with fervent passion. They repeated the chant over and over, their voices thundering through the air. The intensity made all the guests’ scalps tingle, shaking them to their very core.
Li Xuanqi, seated among the guests, couldn’t help but stand up. Her slender waist was straight, her full bosom prominent, and her fine, long legs were taut. Her watery eyes were fixed intently on the distant figure.
"Big Brother!" Zhang Yuge also stood up, his eyes shining with joyous surprise as he gazed into the distance.
He was not alone.
Ye Guhong, Sima Yulong, Qingzhou, and others who had ford deep bonds with Wang Xiu in the Holy Realm all rose in unison, their attention fixed on that lone figure in the vast expanse of the world.
SWOOSH!
Wang Xiu rose, treading upon the void as the vast sea of fire submitted at his feet.
Countless drops of fiery rain, like falling stars, descended without any scorching heat. They landed upon the mountain peaks, forests, lakes, and crowds, transforming into brilliant and magnificent lotuses, a sight of ultimate splendor.
At this mont, the heavens and the earth blood for him
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