Chapter 246 - The Birthday Feas (1/2)
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“Has the feast started?”
Qin Nan was startled, who then executed his Eyes of the Divine Battle Spirit and glanced toward the sect.
Following a loud explosion, a huge palace with a length of over six thousand feet and a width of four thousand feet slowly rose from the ground and floated in mid-air, forming a large shadow beneath it. Hundreds of mystical lights shone around the palace, resulting in a magnificent scene!
With just a glimpse, Qin Nan could see a human-figure Weapon Spirit deep within the palace, controlling over a hundred complicated formations.
“This is most likely the Sect Leader’s Hall, a Martial Emperor Weapon!” Qin Nan took a deep breath and continued to observe it.
As the Sect Leader’s Hall rose into the air, seven-colored light beams were suddenly emitted from the main entrance of the hall, which turned into a staircase with nine hundred and ninety-nine steps that slowly landed onto the White Jade Dojo.
The White Jade Dojo had already been modified, with each side filled with tables used for the feast. Each table was made of Atavistic Celestial Rocks, while the chairs were made of Millenium Redwood. On the tables, plates of delicacies had been prepared, including Dragon Emperor Bone Soup, Raging Emperor Beef, and more, along with jars of excellent wines. There were a total four hundred tables being set up.
Besides that, at the entrance leading to the White Jade Dojo, four hundred outer disciples wearing gowns lined up on each side of the path to welcome the guests.
“These four hundred tables are most likely for the disciples. Only those with respectable identities would be seated inside the Sect Leader’s Hall.” Qin Nan mumbled.
At that instant, a rapid shoosh could be heard from the sky, as a middle-aged man with a pair of sharp eyebrows standing on a sixty foot long sword—whose Sword Intent took the form of a huge dragon head—approached the White Jade Dojo.
As the middle-aged man arrived at the White Jade Dojo, with a stomp, the giant sword under him turned into a red glow, which shrunk ten times in size and launched itself into the air, before landing inside the sheath hanging on the man’s waist.
“I’m Zhao Fang, here with blessings for Sect Leader Ouyang Ba on behalf of the Flying Sword Sect!” The middle-aged uttered a yell which resounded through the sect
Following it, the people of the sect were startled, who all exclaimed in admiration.
The Leader of the Treasure Vault appeared from the Sect Leader’s Hall and said with a blasting laugh, “Sect Leader Zhao Fang, welcome to the Mystic Spirit Sect. Please make your way to the Sect Leader’s Hall to enjoy the soothing music and a few cups of excellent wine. Our Sect Leader will be here soon.”
Zhao Fang nodded his head without showing any expression, before entering the Sect Leader’s Hall.
“Martial Ancestor Realm expert…” Qin Nan’s eyes flickered. He was able to detect Zhao Fang’s cultivation to have reached the peak of the Martial Ancestor Realm with his Eyes of the Divine Battle Spirit.
Meanwhile, the sound of footsteps was heard coming from the sky afar, causing cracks to appear in the air.
Following this, eight giant green bulls with four horns each, and a length of fifty feet, could be seen pulling a carriage emitting a green sparkle, giving it a magnificent appearance. A magical sound could be heard coming from the carriage.
“Are those the Four-Horned Emperor Bulls? Which Sect Leader is this, to have eight Emperor Beasts pulling his carriage…” Qin Nan took a deep breath.
The scene of eight Four-Horned Emperor Bulls pulling a carriage was a lot more shocking than Zhao Fang’s entry. Anyone would be intimidated feeling the aura from these eight Emperor Beasts.
“Lin Xuan, the Sect Leader of the Qing Nu Sect sends her blessings!” A pleasant female voice was heard, causing many people from the Mystic Spirit Sect to be astonished once again.
Qin Nan frowned his eyebrows slightly. Her voice sounded quite familiar, bearing similarities to Nangong Rou’s whom he had met on Autumn Mountain.
He did not overthink, but redirected his focus back to the feast.
Zhao Fang who was just about to enter the hall halted in his tracks, before he turned around and smilingly said, “I did not expect you would personally be here, what a surprise.”
“Why the surprise? There are too many people here. Let’s chat inside the hall.”
The previously gentle voice from the glowing carriage was replaced with a calm expressionless voice.
“There’s no rush for that. More of our old friends are arriving soon.” Zhao Fang let out a laugh, as his eyes were filled with layers of a sword’s shadow, glancing upward at the sky.
After less than twenty breaths’ time, the clouds from afar turned flaming red, as if they were ignited by flames.
A red-haired old man wearing dark red armor plates could be seen coming toward them, taking one step at a time. The armor plates on his body shuddered violently with each step, emitting a clanking sound, accompanied by some sort of magic, which felt like the cries of ferocious beasts.