The banquet, as scheduled, is held.
In the dicine King Valley at the end of April and early May, the temperature is around 20 degrees, already entering early sumr, with little difference between day and night temperatures, and it seems due to regional climate characteristics, a light rain is falling, and the slight breeze carries a bit of chill.
In the banquet hall.
Nurous alchemists and cultivators have already gathered.
The number of people is several tis more than before, filling the entire banquet hall.
But even with so many people.
It remains orderly and not chaotic because the layout of the entire banquet hall has already determined this.
On the far east side, the main table.
Starting from the main table heading west, there are eight tables.
Then sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, and one hundred and twenty-eight tables, each area is very clearly divided, it can be said to be clear and distinct.
Counting from the east side to the west, except for the main table, fifty-six tables are reserved for alchemists and their companions.
The next sixty-four tables are for the famous and esteed individuals in the cultivation world.
The most western one hundred and twenty-eight tables are for casual guests; anyone attending the pill conference can dine here.
Apart from that.
Even though a light rain is falling from the sky, outside the banquet hall under the tents set up on open ground, there are three neat rows of banquets prepared for so low-cultivation, small gate, and those who do not dare to sit with stronger cultivators. Of course, so staff from dicine King Valley will also dine here.
So despite there being five to six thousand cultivators present, it is still orderly and not chaotic.
In the banquet hall.
With ten minutes before the banquet begins, many cultivators have already gathered together in the hall.
Aside from the main table where no one has appeared yet.
The eight tables closest to the main table are nearly filled, and naturally, they are the focus of discussion among many cultivators.
"Indeed, it's worthy of the favored son of heaven, Chu Xiaotian. See, he's sitting at the second table among the eight, surrounded by powerhouses from the top 100 alchemists, and that Lin Fenghang is there too."
"Of course, he's a genius! Look, there are many young alchemists, but not many truly qualify to sit at the top eight tables."
"Yes, yes, the heavenly favored one, Chu Xiaotian, along with Lin Fenghang, these two youths among a bunch of old n truly stand out."
The crowd was abuzz with discussion.
"Oh, but look, the eight tables are full, why hasn't Shen Qiang appeared?"
"Haha, this is going to be interesting. Shen Qiang acted so impressive, yet can't even make it to the top eight tables?"
"Gathering Qi Powder, Dahe Luojianan Fragrance, such things are not worth ntioning, so Shen Qiang, I guess, must be assigned to the next sixteen tables."
Hearing the discussions in the hall, Chu Xiaotian couldn't help but feel a little proud. Glancing at Lin Fenghang at the sa table, Chu Xiaotian smiled and said, "Brother Lin, in today's world, you're the only one in the alchemy circle who can compete with , but forgive my bluntness, you're no match for ."
Lin Fenghang paused for a mont, then earnestly said, "Indeed, Senior Brother Chu is right. In terms of talent, insight, and ability, I'm sowhat inferior to Senior Brother Chu."
This statent made Chu Xiaotian smile with pride, his expression becoming even more arrogant.
"But I think the most outstanding alchemists of our generation are neither you nor , but Shen Qiang and Qin Yurou." Lin Fenghang stated.
Hearing this, Chu Xiaotian was taken aback and then snorted unhappily.
However, the elders at the sa table all secretly nodded, looking at Lin Fenghang with a degree of admiration.
"Young man, you don't beco arrogant in victory or discouraged in defeat; Lin Xiaoyou has an extraordinary deanor."
"Although Qin Yurou's pill works are few, her brilliantly talented alchemy technique indeed far surpasses her peers."
Hearing the elders at the sa table praise Qin Yurou and Lin Fenghang instead of him, Chu Xiaotian beca displeased. He looked around at the now fully occupied table with only one seat left empty and changed the topic, "Unfortunately, Qin Yurou is just a woman. Once married and having children, no matter how talented, what's the use?"
The crowd gave him a peculiar look, and no one responded.
Because both Lin Fenghang and Chu Xiaotian had proposed to dicine King Valley, seeking to beco Daoist couples with Qin Yurou.
But evidently, the fact that they were rejected by dicine King Valley is no secret.
So this comnt, no matter how you hear it, seems sour.
At this mont, with the sound of light footsteps, everyone seated could distinctly hear a disciple from dicine King Valley respectfully say, "Young Master, you have arrived!"
In almost an instant, everyone's gaze in the entire banquet hall swiftly turned, and imdiately, regardless of gender, everyone in the hall froze.
Under the lighting.
Qin Yurou, in a white dress, appeared just like a fairy from the heavens.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains tinged with green, and her beautiful eyes shone like stars.
Her exquisite, flawless face carried a calm and elegant smile, with delicate, pink lips accompanying her star-like beautiful eyes, so captivating that everyone present, not to ntion discussing, even held their breath, not daring to be the slightest bit disrespectful.
And it wasn't just like this on site.
In the online livestream, there was also a silence, as everyone inexplicably imrsed in Qin Yurou's fairy-like beauty.
After a while,.
Until Qin Yurou had walked to the eight tables closest to the main seat.
An elder stood up, made a slight bow, and said, "Greetings, Fairy Qin."
Hearing this, Qin Yurou gave an elegant smile and said, "Uncle Li, you're too kind, just call Yurou."
The elder, hearing this, imdiately stood up straight, raised his head, exhaled with pride, with a face full of delight.
And rightly so.
Qin Yurou is the Young Master of dicine King Valley, calling him uncle is truly an unparalleled honor, drawing countless envious gazes.
"Junior Sister Yurou!" exclaid Chu Xiaotian, whose eyes were practically glowing like light bulbs as he stood up, staring intensely at Qin Yurou, "Co, sit by ."
The smiling Qin Yurou's beautiful eyes instantly turned cold, and the originally elegant smile disappeared.
"Who are you to call her Junior Sister Yurou?" Abil, who was following Qin Yurou, reprimanded unhappily, "Look in the mirror first."
This made Chu Xiaotian's face turn a bit unpleasant.
But after giving Abil a glare, he pretended not to hear and looked at Qin Yurou, saying, "Junior Sister Yurou, I've recently obtained a supre pill recipe, co and have a look."
Qin Yurou politely yet helplessly answered, "Sorry, I must excuse myself."
Seeing Qin Yurou about to leave, Chu Xiaotian panicked, reached out wanting to stop her, saying, "Junior Sister, with here, you cannot go anywhere!"
Bam!
As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body was struck by a force of True Yuan and thrown aside.
Enraged, Chu Xiaotian shouted, "Who the hell dares to touch ?" But turning around, he saw Shen Qiang smiling coldly.
Seeing him looking at himself, Shen Qiang raised an eyebrow with a smile but had yet to speak.
When everyone present witnessed this, they were stunned to see Chu Xiaotian imdiately go pale, seemingly frightened, retreating several steps, and exclaiming:
"Shen Qiang, you can't hit anymore!"
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