August 7th
The breeze is gentle and the sky is clear!
The Zixiao Holy Land once again became lively in a rare way. The entire sect was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. Disciples from all branches swept away dust and welcomed guests with smiles.
There is a steady stream of guests gathering above the holy land!
There were saints from various sects arriving on the Immortal Chariot, elders from various peaks coming in the clouds and mist, and groups of cultivators coming with swords. It was extremely lively.
Because today is the auspicious day for canonizing Wei Han as the First Holy Son.
Zixiao Holy Land attaches great importance to this canonization, and directly issued Taoist invitations to invite all parties. All high-level casual cultivators, top immortal cultivating families, and major forces in Wan Xinghai received the invitations.
Whether it’s out of respect for Zixiao Holy Land!
Or out of curiosity about Wei Han, the legendary Nascent Soul of Heaven.
All forces sent out congratulatory teams and gathered here in a mighty manner, preparing to personally witness the duel between the two holy sons, Wei Han and Chu Zhan.
As Wei Han's biggest backer, Qingming Peak and Wuliang Peak are equally beautiful!
Xu Suwan and Li Fentian were in a good mood and went out to take charge of the overall situation in person. They chatted and laughed with the powerful figures from all walks of life during the reception and sent off, and received countless envious looks.
"Xu Tianzun, you have taken on a good disciple this time. With a genius like Wei Han taking care of you, Qingming Peak will be able to maintain its glory for thousands of years. It is really enviable!"
"Yes, Senior Brother Li is also a good person. He caught up with such a genius so early. I admire him! I admire him!"
"Hahaha, I have been trying to find a successor all these years but can't find one. This situation will inevitably make me feel sad!"
Everyone kept complimenting and joking, and Xu Suwan and Li Fentian were naturally happy from ear to ear.
"Hey, you guys are joking. Thank you all for coming to support me. I am really grateful." Li Fentian laughed heartily and kept greeting the guests present.
After a while!
The heavyweight boss finally appears.
As if they had planned to deliberately put pressure on the Zixiao Holy Land, the major holy places began to appear one after another. Thousand-foot-high tower ships, upside-down mountain peaks, huge palaces, and thousand-foot flying eagle mounts continued to appear. They just swaggered over the holy land, giving everyone present Each brings great oppression.
"Is this the fifth-level sect-protecting beast of the Litian Holy Land, the Fire-flowing Eagle? Oh my God, this is an existence that has lived for thousands of years!"
"That's Grandmaster Lu Feixuan of Kasyapa Holy Land. Didn't he live in seclusion for hundreds of years? Why did he lead the team here in person today?"
"Good fellow, the Holy Land of Taichu actually sent three Taikoo Tower ships over. Are they here to congratulate you or to start a war?"
There were discussions in the crowd.
Li Fentian and Xu Suwan's expressions suddenly turned ugly, because even a fool could tell that the major holy places were here to demonstrate.
The appearance of a peerless evildoer like Wei Han in the Zixiao Holy Land inevitably gave rise to a sense of crisis in all the major Holy Lands. Regardless of whether the sects were enemies or friends on weekdays, they were inevitably secretly competing with each other at this moment.
Li Fentian's face turned cold and he was about to have an attack!
Lei Wanjun had already arrived in the air. He was wearing a purple robe and a flowing white beard. His eyes were cold, but with a smile on his face he shouted: "I haven't seen you old friends for many years. I really miss Lei." Thank you very much for coming."
"Hmph! Fellow Daoist Lei still has the same style."
One after another, old men and old Ou with monstrous auras descended from the sky, and they all glanced over with unkind eyes. One of the old men in gray robes even said sarcastically: "I heard that the holy son of your sect was promoted this time and surpassed the holy son of the Lei family? Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, Can Fellow Daoist Lei tolerate this tone?"
The bosses of various sects all laughed and laughed, obviously trying to sow discord in public.
But Lei Wanjun, as if he had expected it, did not get angry but said with a smile: "In the world of immortal cultivation, the strong have always been respected. Although my Lei family has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, we have always been tied to the Zixiao Holy Land, and we have always been prosperous. All will suffer. This time a peerless evildoer has appeared in our sect, and we are all just happy. You are the ones who should endure this, right?"
"snort!"
The old men and Europeans suddenly looked ugly, and they all snorted with sleeves rolled up!
"Hahaha!" Lei Wanjun quickly smoothed things over and said, "It's just a joke. Old friends, please don't care. How many years have we, the Twelve Holy Lands, been rooted in the Sea of Ten Thousand Stars? Will they be shaken by one or two talented people? Fundamental?"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone present softened slightly.
Everyone understands this truth, but it is inevitable that there will be some feelings of envy, jealousy, and hatred. Lei Wanjun is an experienced person and does not want Zixiao Holy Land to become the target of public criticism. With one step and one praise, each sect has regained its pride.
"Haha!" A white-haired and childlike old Taoist priest from the Holy Land of Taichu sneered: "Isn't it the Nascent Soul of Heaven? I don't know what kind of bad luck it is. It would be bad if I were beheaded by the Holy Son of our sect on the spot later!"
"Really? Lei is looking forward to it." Lei Wanjun sneered tit-for-tat.
Seeing this, the other Holy Land bosses were also happy to see the result, and they all started to add fuel to the flames.
Only Li Fentian and Xu Suwan remained silent for a long time. Their eyes looked through the crowd to the back. There stood an extraordinary young man, none other than Chu Zhan, the Fourth Holy Son of the Holy Land of Taichu.
Regarding Chu Zhan's appointment to fight Wei Han, the two of them were actually not very happy.
Although Wei Han has outstanding talent, he has just made a breakthrough after all, and Chu Zhan has a good background and a higher level of cultivation. What if something goes wrong accidentally?
But Chu Zhan made harsh words ten years ago, and in the past six months, major holy places have continued to build momentum. Although this fight has not been finalized, the entire Wan Xinghai has already acquiesced.
If Wei Han dared to back down at this time, his momentum would plummet.
Even the reputation of Zixiao Holy Land has been eclipsed, so everyone knows that today's battle will definitely take place, and Li Fentian and Xu Suwan can only watch helplessly no matter how unwilling they are.
"Everyone, please take a seat and watch the ceremony!"
After some pleasantries, Lei Wanjun began to greet the guests to take their seats.
There are a lot of guests coming today, but Zixiao Holy Land is very experienced in this. The guests of each sect have divided the banquet and viewing areas according to the three, six or nine grades.
Lei Wanjun even brought the people from the Twelve Holy Lands directly to Tiangang Peak's Hanging Mountain. Two banquets were set up outside the main hall. All kinds of beautiful cultivators served them with spiritual wine and spiritual fruits. There were even female cultivators in Xianle. The dancing among them was extremely grand and solemn.
at the same time!
Wei Han was quietly meditating on the top of the mountain behind Wuliang Peak, quietly waiting for the canonization ceremony to come. Yun Sanniang and Xu Qing were still guarding him silently not far away, not letting their guard down at all because they were in the sect.
Suddenly, the eyes of the three people moved slightly!
A young man in black clothes with a rough face and a tall figure quietly broke through the void and appeared not far away, and glanced over with cold eyes.
(End of chapter)
