Buildings were floating everywhere like a paradise at Supreme Beauty.
Numerous prodigies sat up there, all dressing quite das.h.i.+ngly. The men were handsome while the women beautiful. From below looking up, they looked like a group of immortals.
Four youths, three boys and one girl, were dressed in the daoist uniform. They were young kings from the Daoist Gate. The surrounding radius was full of pure and primordial energy.
A Buddhist woman riding a silver wolf arrived with Dongfang Tianmu. She stood on top of the wolf’s head with a holy aura. Of course, her beauty was unquestionable just like a G.o.ddess. This was Chan Ling’er from a sacred ground of the Buddhist doctrine, Beastmaster Camp.
The young lord of the Xiyue, Lanshan, was proud since he was at the ninth spot on the lower list. People respected him so he sat in a prestigious position with courtesans talking to him about music.
Beiming Potian and Long Shenya were also present. Both had prestigious status and sat close together since they were cousins.
There were a total of seven heretical lords from the Senluo Temple. They wore their signature black cloak and looked quite imposing with their thunderous aura. The person sitting in the most important chair in their group was the Second Lord, Xie Honglian.
There were also five demonesses - Lu Liwei and Bi Xianxian were among them. The young males were staring at them with l.u.s.tful eyes.
Dongfang Jingshui and Dongfang Jingyue also attracted a lot of attention, especially because she had obtained the jade vessel. Her cultivation soared so her aura became even thicker as if on the verge of ascending. Even Jingshui paled in comparison.
Rumor has it that she was just as pretty as Nangong Hongyan.
“You think Feiyun will show up tonight?” Jingshui quietly asked with a smile.
Jingyue was sitting on a jade seat hovering in the sky. Her skin fairer than the white snow; this was a G.o.ddess sitting above the nine firmaments. Her veil fluttered to the wind as she answered: “What does that have to do with me? The one who cares the most is his wife, the King Consort.”
She slightly pointed over so Jingshui changed his gaze. Sure enough, Princess Yue was riding an imperial carriage over.
Jingshui laughed in response: “Two women are already loud enough, now one more…”
Jingyue glared at him so he quickly shut his mouth. His attention turned and his eyes became serious. An evil cloud rushed out of his aura with the will to fight. His tiger eyes saw sixteen muses landing down from the sky as he stated: “Li Xiaonan is here too.”
The sixteen music emissaries under Xiaonan were all top ladies. Their cultivation was comparable to the young overlords.
Jingshui wasn’t the only one. Potian and Shenya were ready to fight as well, unconvinced about being placed below Xiaonan on the upper list.
Lotus flowers made out of spirit energy descended like the rain. Xiaonan slowly landed in his white embroidered robe. He was cool and calm with four beauties behind him, the world-renowned sword maids.
All girls stole glances at him. His immortal-like aura attracted all of them. Some even lamented with a sigh at his perfection.
“There she is gathering the dolichos! A day without seeing her feels as long as three months! There he is gathering the oxtail-southern-wood! A day without seeing her seems like three seasons have pa.s.sed! There he is gathering the mugwort! A day without seeing her torments for three moons!”
Xiaonan revealed a handsome smile while reciting a longing poem with his eyes fixated on Dongfang Jingyue. He slowly walked over and closed his eyes while taking a deep breath to say: “Junior Sister, it has been four years since we last met at Sacred Spirit, but I feel like several thousand years have pa.s.sed.”
Jingyue’s eyes remained nonchalant like a virgin sitting among the clouds: “That’s cultivation. One day in training, a thousand years in the mundane realm.”
“Junior Sister, I yet to have a place to stay at the capital. May I trouble you at the dragon lake for several days?” He continued staring at her with his sharp, shapely brows.
“Clank.” The sound of armor plates. .h.i.tting each other came about.
Ling Donglai stood up and smiled sarcastically: “The famous most talented scholar is so shameless. Miss Dongfang doesn’t know you yet you still want to force the issue? A day without seeing her torments for three moons? I’m sure you say that to every woman.”
“Whoos.h.!.+” One sword maid formed a hand seal and unleashed more than one thousand sword energies straight at Donglai.
Donglai retaliated with a single palm strike. It turned into a Trinity Taiji Diagram and shattered all the energies. He sneered: “The Sacred Spirit Palace is too petty, other people aren’t allowed to even talk?”
