Yunxue Immortal Territory, Central White Jade Square.
The brilliant lights shone, and the voices of the crowd boiled.
The massive square was divided into dozens of areas by arrays, where two hundred thousand Yunxue Immortal Territory disciples and elders sat on the ground.
Every hundred people gathered around a bronze cauldron about ten feet wide. Beneath each cauldron, a spiritual fire blazed furiously, and inside, a thick broth boiled and rolled. An exotic, nose-twitching fragrance filled the air, condensing into tangible spiritual energy that drifted over the square.
On the high platform, the middle-aged man who was the avatar of the Heavenly Dao rolled up his violet-gold sleeves without any pretense.
With a single hand extended in a loose grip, He single-handedly controlled the heat of the two thousand cauldrons in the square.
Lingxuzi sat calmly to the side, slowly pouring a cup of fresh fruit juice and handing it to his side:
“Lumian, try this ‘Morning Dew Hundred-Berry Juice’ I just made.”
Bai Lumian was cracking melon seeds, whispering to Nian'an beside her from time to time, completely oblivious to Lingxuzi's actions.
Lingxuzi sighed helplessly and raised his voice to call out again, “Bai Lumian!”
As a result, Bai Lumian leaped up like a startled rabbit.
Splash!
The juice spilled right onto Lingxuzi's pants, without missing an inch.
She cried out in alarm and hurriedly reached out to wipe it.
By the time the two of them came to their senses, their posture was incredibly intimate, and both of their faces were as red as boiling teapots.
Nian'an stood nearby. Beneath her elegant demeanor, her almond eyes erupted with a light comparable to searchlights—
She seemed to... be shipping them again!
On the other side, Chu Jinghong held his sword, his eyes shining as he stared intently at the spiritual meat boiling in the cauldron.
Bai Yao sat quietly beside him, constantly on guard to prevent her gluttonous, foolish senior brother from doing anything embarrassing.
Suddenly, Chu Jinghong made a feint and stood up abruptly!
Bai Yao sprang up almost as a reflex, wanting to push him back down, only to find that Chu Jinghong had already plopped back into his seat and was looking at her with a playful smirk.
“Senior Brother... you've really had enough!”
Clang! The Chixia Sword unsheathed, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.
Amidst the noise, ripples spread across the void above the square.
Zhang Mingyuan stepped out, standing in midair.
He looked down at the wild, chaotic carnival that resembled a mortal temple fair, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
What on earth were these people up to now?
“Ah! Worthy Brother!”
The Heavenly Dao, having sharp eyes, took a step into the high sky. He familiarly slung an arm around Zhang Mingyuan's shoulder and brought him down to the main table on the high platform,
“You're finally back! With the hope of ascending the Xuanling Realm, you are our number one contributor!”
“I specifically asked your wife to gather the disciples of the territory and set up this feast! Come, come, take a seat!”
Zhang Mingyuan allowed the Heavenly Dao to press him down into a seat at the main table.
Seeing this, Bai Lumian immediately tossed aside her melon seeds and leaned in, her eyes shining.
Lowering her voice, her amber eyes burned with the raging fire of gossip:
“Zhang Mingyuan, how did it go? Did you... pluck that three-thousand-year-old peach blossom?”
“Yeah, it's settled.” Zhang Mingyuan picked up his teacup and took a sip, his mood clearly subdued.
Lingxuzi and the Heavenly Dao paused slightly, exchanging a knowing look with Bai Lumian.
Nian'an's eyes sparkled even brighter on the side—
She felt like she had just smelled another piece of mind-blowing gossip!
Ignoring everyone's gazes, Zhang Mingyuan looked straight at Su Jinxue, who sat at the head of the table.
She wore a long gown as white and bright as the moon. Her features were beautiful and radiant as she held a jade cup.
Beneath the hem of her skirt, her long, fair, and smooth legs were crossed, flawless and pure.
Seeing his wife, Zhang Mingyuan immediately put on a smiling face and leaned in to sit right next to her.
Su Jinxue's red eyes slanted slightly as she cast a cool glance at him, shifting her body three inches away.
“Wife...”
“...”
Zhang Mingyuan instantly clutched his chest, his voice mournful as if he had suffered a great injustice: “You're breaking my heart! Boohoo...”
Su Jinxue's fingers tightened slightly around the jade cup.
She let out a cold snort, her lips pursing imperceptibly, but in the end, she shifted her body back.
Only after feeling the warmth radiating from his wife did Zhang Mingyuan smile radiantly.
Bai Lumian took in this entire scene, silently taking out her mental notebook to write it down:
A new addition to the Love Bible—showing vulnerability at the right time is the ultimate tool to enhance a Dao companion's affection!
“Let the feast begin!”
At that moment, the Heavenly Dao suddenly slapped his hand down, his voice booming like a great bell.
Instantly, the thousands of cauldrons in the square erupted with brilliant light, and seven-colored rays of light shot straight into the sky!
The two hundred thousand disciples below cheered in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
Inside the bronze cauldrons, top-grade spirit beast meat was being stewed.
But what truly caused the broth to emit seven-colored light was the Xuanhuang Mother Qi that the Heavenly Dao had casually thrown in earlier.
This was originally the world's origin energy used by the Xuanling Realm to nurture top-tier natural treasures, yet now it was being used as a mere seasoning for soup!
A bite of meat down, a gulp of soup in.
Boom!
The spiritual energy of a Golden Core Stage disciple surged wildly, and he actually formed his Nascent Soul right on the spot, drawing bursts of gasps.
“This soup... this soup contains the complete laws of heaven and earth!”
An elder with white hair wept tears of joy, his hands holding the bowl trembling like a sieve.
“Eat quickly! Don't waste your breath! This is a grand opportunity to seize the fortune of heaven and earth!”
Gasps rose and fell across the square as beams of light from breakthroughs shot into the sky one after another!
Everyone feasted heartily, devouring the food while looking in awe at the middle-aged man in the violet-gold robe sitting at the main table.
Who on earth was this sacred being?
The Lady Wife called him big brother, and the seasoning he casually used for the soup was ten thousand times more terrifying than the ten-thousand-year immortal herbs in the immortal territory's treasury!
Seeing the bustling, lively scene below, the Heavenly Dao was in high spirits.
He threw his head back to down a mouthful of strong liquor, laughing heartily:
“Since everyone is eating so happily, how can we do without some entertainment! Let me show you all a 'movie' to liven things up!”
As his voice fell, the Heavenly Dao waved his wide sleeve.
The world surged with a rumble, and the clouds in the night sky instantly parted, transforming into a water-moon sky-screen that covered the heavens and earth.
Light and shadow intertwined, and images began to emerge.
On the sky-screen, the story of a girl in purple and a sect's Saint Son was playing.
In the scene, amidst a desperate situation of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the young girl in purple was covered in wounds, closing her eyes in despair.
At the critical moment, the sect's Saint Son, clad in green, arrived riding a sword. His sword light broke the dawn, pulling her back from the brink of death.
From that single, breathtaking glance, her gaze could never leave him again.
The light and shadow shifted—
In the projection, the girl in purple tried every means to find out the Saint Son's whereabouts. Once she had news of him, she followed him daily like a shadow, obsessively longing for him.
However, the Saint Son did not care for her, and she was rejected repeatedly.
Yet, she only assumed it was because her cultivation was too low to catch his eye.
Thus, she resolutely went into secluded cultivation. Experiencing countless winters and summers, she finally attained the Great Dao.
On the day she emerged, she was filled with joy, believing she finally had the right to stand by his side.
She summoned her courage once more to confess her feelings to the Saint Son.
Yet to her surprise, the Saint Son's gaze bypassed her, looking toward a distant peak deep within the sea of clouds.
“You are a very good girl.”
“If you had met anyone other than me, they would have definitely loved you.”
That was what the Saint Son had said.
She originally thought the Saint Son was merely rejecting her politely, never realizing that his heart had long belonged to another.
She pestered him with all her might, only begging for him to look at her just once. But this act completely infuriated the Saint Son.
The Saint Son drew his sword, piercing her abdomen, and left resolutely.
Blood dripped onto the ground. Her stomach ached terribly, but it was not even a fraction of her heartbreak.
The mountain wind howled.
On the precipice, only a solitary figure in purple remained, utterly heartbroken amidst the boundless night.
At this point, the light and shadow on the sky-screen slowly faded.
Plop.
Someone's tear, unnoticed, fell into the meat broth.
Immediately afterward, the entire square erupted!
“Boohoo... Why?! Why didn't that Saint Son love the girl in purple?! Her heart and eyes were clearly filled with nothing but him!”
A female disciple wept like rain, and even the large bone in her hand, emitting the Xuanhuang Mother Qi, lost its flavor.
“What do you know!”
A male disciple nearby, his eyes red, choked up as he retorted,
“That Saint Son's heart already belonged to someone else! Out of all the waters in the world, he only drank from one stream. That's a real man!”
“But the girl in purple is so pitiful! If only she had met the Saint Son earlier!”
“To meet too late, and deep love is wasted for a lifetime! Why?!”
“Wail... my poor girl in purple! That Saint Son is not human! He has no heart at all!!!”
Denunciations, wails, and sobs gathered into a torrent.
Two hundred thousand cultivators wept together, creating a scene even more spectacular than the wave of breakthroughs from earlier.
At the main table.
Listening to the frantic denunciations of the two hundred thousand people below, Zhang Mingyuan clenched his fists, the corners of his mouth twitching into a stiff curve.
He slowly turned his head and stared at the Heavenly Dao with a highly strained, forced smile.
The Heavenly Dao silently looked away, throwing his head back to whistle out of tune.
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