Xiao Sha gave a slight bow and took his seat, while his disciples remained outside. He had co this ti to gauge the situation. Celestial Heart Castle was his main competitor. In terms of raw power, Celestial Heart Castle was weaker than him, and Yang Molong was certainly no match. The problem was that old bastard, the Celestial Heart Ancestor, was still alive—a real headache.
Once Xiao Sha was seated, the lively atmosphere outside returned.
Zhan Wushuang couldn’t help but exclaim in awe, "What an entrance! Such prestige! When will I ever have a day like this? Tsk, co on, Brother Wang, stop acting so cool. Don’t tell you’ve never thought about it."
Seeing Wang ng’s calm smile, Zhan Wushuang was convinced he was just putting on an act.
"Oh, right, what are you doing here?" Zhan Wushuang asked as if he’d discovered a new continent, muttering to himself, "The representative from the Holy Hall definitely isn’t here yet, and Celestial Heart Castle’s relationship with them is only so-so."
Wang ng’s head spun a little. ’This guy sure is inquisitive.’
"Ooh, I know! You must be trying to join Celestial Heart Castle. Let tell you, brother, don’t waste your ti. The Eight Great Castles are even harder to get into than the Three Sects and Five Schools. They only accept people from their direct family lines. It’s a clan-based system, not like the Sects, which are easier to join."
Zhan Wushuang advised him with the air of an experienced veteran.
"I’m not here to join Celestial Heart Castle. I just ca with a friend to offer birthday congratulations."
"A friend? What friend? Introduce , let et them!" Zhan Wushuang was like a kid full of questions.
"She’s inside."
"Inside?" Zhan Wushuang shook his head. "Pfft. We’re in the sa boat here, so don’t try to fool . Only disciples from the Three Sects, Five Schools, and Eight Great Castles are allowed in there. You know people like that? Haha... Actually, if anyone asked, I’d say the sa thing. I know Long Xi. It’s just a sha he doesn’t know ."
Wang ng was speechless. ’This guy gets excited so easily. He can work himself into a frenzy all by himself.’
Representatives from the Eight Great Castles arrived one after another. The Celestial Heart Ancestor’s reactions varied depending on his relationship with each of them. He placed great importance on the proposed alliance among the Eight Great Castles. In truth, the Eight Great Castles hoped to form a coalition that could stand against the Three Sects and Five Schools, rather than be controlled by them. However, the question of who would lead this coalition was a point of constant contention. And would the Three Sects and Five Schools even allow such an alliance to form?
’Forget the other powers,’ Wang ng thought. ’Even the Holy Hall might not agree to it. Forming an alliance is never that easy.’
Wang ng wasn’t optimistic in the slightest, especially since the Eight Great Castles lacked a truly formidable leader who could command everyone’s respect. A few of the Castle Lords who had just passed by were obviously not on board.
"Announcing the arrival of Elder Qiu Junmo of the Dao Guang Sect!"
Soone from the Five Great Sects had arrived. The Dao Guang Sect originated from the Holy Hall, founded by disciples of Dao Guang Hall. To commorate their origins, they nad their sect the Dao Guang Sect, and in its early days, it received imnse support from the Holy Hall.
Qiu Junmo wore a long, white robe, giving him the ethereal air of a transcendent immortal. He was very refined, and while his age was impossible to guess, he certainly wasn’t old. And yet, he was already an Elder of the Dao Guang Sect.
"On behalf of the Dao Guang Sect, I, Junmo, wish Elder Yang boundless fortune and everlasting prosperity." Qiu Junmo’s voice was calm and asured, yet it carried clearly throughout the entire courtyard.
"Haha, Junmo, no need to be so formal. Please, make yourself at ho," ca Yang Yingtian’s voice from the Inner Court.
Saint Cultivators were the easiest to win over, and the primary goal of the Eight Great Castles’ proposed alliance was to gain their support. Clearly, with the righteous path in decline and the demonic path on the rise, the Saint Cultivators, led by the Holy Hall and the Dao Guang Sect, also needed allies.
After entering, Qiu Junmo suddenly glanced at Wang ng in surprise before proceeding into the inner hall.
"Damn, Brother Wang, was he just looking at us? Holy shit, how old is that guy? He’s already an Elder in the Dao Guang Sect! That’s insane! Could it be he sensed my extraordinary talent? It would be amazing if I could get into the Dao Guang Sect. Even though they’re Saint Cultivators, they’re still incredibly competitive." Zhan Wushuang started to daydream.
"Can you two pieces of trash shut your mouths? All that chirping... are you looking to die?!"
A Demon Cultivation Disciple at a nearby table cursed, pointing right at Zhan Wushuang’s face. He had deliberately kept his voice down, but the eyes of a dozen surrounding tables imdiately shot toward them.
Zhan Wushuang’s face instantly flushed beet red. But then he saw their sect emblem—the Mad Slaughter Sect. He knew he couldn’t afford to provoke them and could only manage an awkward laugh.
The Mad Slaughter Sect disciple smirked. "Celestial Heart Castle really is sothing else, letting in any old trash. It lowers the standards for the rest of us."
Zhan Wushuang’s face went from red to white. Wang ng, however, simply smiled and stood up. At once, the entire table of disciples across from them shot to their feet, glaring at him nacingly.
In an instant—Tyrant Body.
An imnse pressure instantly locked onto the table of Demon Cultivation Disciples as he brought his palm crashing down.
BOOM—
The disciple from the Mad Slaughter Sect who had been running his mouth had no power to resist and was slamd flat onto the ground.
Wang ng learned another lesson today: you have to speak to people in a language they understand.
"Anyone else have a problem?" Wang ng asked with a small smile.
The Tyrant Body of a Body Cultivator had indeed stunned the Mad Slaughter Sect disciples for a mont. But then they exchanged glances. They had superior numbers; if a fight broke out, who would be afraid?
"Stop!"
Long Xi, who had been keeping an eye on the entrance, imdiately rushed out.
The dignitaries in the inner hall seed unconcerned. Yang Molong smiled faintly. "Just so kids squabbling. Let Xi’Er handle it."
Yang Ying’s worst fear had co to pass. She had hoped to just get through the banquet peacefully, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen. She hurried out after them.
Seeing Yang Ying go out, Long Ying and the few others with him exchanged strange looks and followed as well.
"Wang ng, do you have any idea where you are? How dare you run wild in a place like this! Get the hell out right now, or don’t bla for what cos next."
Long Xi was inwardly ecstatic. ’Finally, my chance! And with the Ancestor and Yang Molong backing up, I can use this opportunity to humiliate Wang ng. Tyrant Body... so the kid does have a few tricks up his sleeve.’
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