This day.
Fang Cheng was sitting in the Jade Tower, meditating and practicing the Qingyuan Demonic Tree Technique. He could see spiritual energy surrounding him, gathering and dispersing uncertainly. The sea of energy in his body was surging, slowly and continuously polishing his magic power.
He started much later than those children from aristocratic families, but fortunately with the help of the mysterious golden talisman, he saved countless hard work compared to others in comprehending the techniques.
Therefore, he can gradually catch up with the best among the children of aristocratic families such as Feng Ling and Ye Yan.
Ever since he reached the ultimate level of understanding of the Qingyuan Demonic Tree Technique, he has become more and more comfortable practicing this magical technique.
The spirit-devouring tree outside the Jade Tower grows extremely fast, with a majestic and lush crown, providing Fangcheng with a steady stream of spiritual energy.
In addition to the pills such as Bu Yuan Dan and other mana-enhancing pills, Fang Cheng calculated that it would take at least half a year before he could reach the peak of the sixth level of induction, and then he could try to break through to the late stage of induction!
"laugh……"
Suddenly, a sharp sound came from outside the Jade Tower, as if something hit the barrier outside the Jade Tower.
Fang Cheng slowly finished his work, stood up and came to the window, opened the window and looked out of the building.
I saw a golden flying sword about a foot long being fixed in the void by the Jade Tower, trembling slightly and making a buzzing sound.
"Flying sword to pass the message?"
Fang Cheng recognized the flying sword, his expression moved slightly, he waved his hand to release the restrictions on the Jade Tower, and allowed the golden flying sword to fly in.
After raising his hand to take the sword, he discovered that the golden flying sword was carved from a pure golden spiritual bamboo. It did not have much power. After a few uses, it would run out of energy and turn into mortal wood.
There is a letter attached to the golden flying sword.
Fang Cheng opened the letter and read it, but he was invited to attend the banquet of this outer disciples in seven days.
The banquet was held at Shuiyun Pavilion on Chixia Island.
The inviter is Wang Pan.
Fang Cheng's mind flashed to the lazy young man sitting on the first jade mat in the White Bone Dao Palace that day!
This person would actually invite me to a banquet with a letter sent by a flying sword...?
Chixia Island is an island occupied by the Wang family, one of the four great families. Like Xiaocang Island, both have second-level spiritual veins.
Setting the gathering of the outer disciples at Wang's house might have a deeper meaning.
Fang Cheng thought for a moment, then replied immediately, promising to attend the meeting on time!
Then, he sent a burst of mana into the golden flying sword.
This small flying sword immediately turned into a golden light and flew out of the Jade Tower, automatically flying in a certain direction.
Fang Cheng ignored the matter, closed the Jade Tower restriction again, and started practicing.
…
The seven days are coming in a blink of an eye.
When Fang Cheng leisurely rushed to the outside of Chixia Island, he happened to see a person wrapped in fire, flying from the east.
In a moment, the fire suddenly faded away, and a handsome young man in rich clothes, with a face like a crown of jade, and a handsome appearance floated down in front of Fang Cheng.
It was Feng Mo, the third disciple who passed the outer sect trial!
"Fellow Daoist Fang, what a coincidence!"
Feng Mo smiled and said hello to Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng smiled slightly and said, "Yes, Fellow Daoist Feng is here for the banquet too?"
Feng Mo nodded and smiled: "There has always been an unwritten practice in the Shen Yuan Daze family, that is, the first person in each outer sect trial will host a banquet to convene everyone to get together, make friends with each other, and enhance friendship."
"If Wang Xingzhi hadn't appeared from the Wang family and blocked my way at the end, this gathering should have been held at my Feng family's Yanmo Island!"
Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to have any grudge against him for killing several Feng family disciples during the Fangcheng trial.
"I see. If Fellow Daoist Feng didn't tell me, I wouldn't have known about it."
Fang Cheng said something and then went to Shuiyun Pavilion on Chixia Island with Feng Mo.
Along the way, the two chatted a bit about what happened on the day of the outer sect trial.
It turned out that Feng Mo had been leading the way from the beginning, and more than half of the monsters entrenched near the nineteen trial stone tablets were killed by him.
Unexpectedly, when he saw the last few levels, Wang Xingzhi blocked his way. After a struggle, he was unable to break through for a while.
Therefore, Wang Pan and another woman from the Dong family caught up and overtook them, falling into third place.
If Fang Cheng hadn't asked Wang Xingzhi to help intercept Qian Shaoning, his ranking would probably have been lower!
Fang Cheng didn't care about the ranking in the outer sect trial.
For him, all he needs to do is enter the outer sect and obtain the identity token of an outer sect disciple.
No. 1 and 20, there is no difference.
However, for the children of aristocratic families, reputation is sometimes very important.
The Wang family's Shuiyun Pavilion is built in a bay on the north side of Chixia Island, with mountains behind and water on the side. It can accommodate a hundred people for a banquet. It has red lacquer columns, round windows on the door, six corners on the top, and golden bells hanging on the eaves. It is very grand.
Fang Cheng and Feng Mo pressed down to escape, and immediately the welcoming monks from the Wang family warmly greeted them, took them into the palace, and arranged their seats.
In the entire palace, there are fifteen gorgeous jade tables, which are exactly in the shape of a circle, leaving a large open space in the middle.
The jade table is filled with all kinds of spiritual fruits and fine wines, and the aura is overflowing.
After Fang Cheng and Feng Mo took their seats, two young girls came over and knelt down beside him.
One of them poured wine and encouraged him to drink in a soft voice, while the other peeled off the spiritual fruit with his slender jade fingers and fed it to Fang Cheng's mouth.
They were wearing thin gauze, and their skin was as creamy as snow and jade, smooth and cool, with a subtle fragrance floating around.
Feng Mo was more familiar with this kind of scene than Fang Cheng, and he directly reached out and took the two girls next to him into his arms, showing off his style.
Fang Cheng looked around and saw that the seats in the palace were almost full, including many female cultivators, but Chen Yuyan was nowhere to be seen.
'Could it be that he was a handyman disciple and was not invited? Or maybe he didn't attend after receiving the invitation...'
Fang Cheng could vaguely see that today's gathering was a circle of disciples from aristocratic families among the outer disciples!
The reason why he entered this circle was probably because he married Ye Yan and enjoyed the treatment of being a core child of the Ye family.
Soon after, everyone invited arrived.
Wang Pan walked in wearing a gorgeous robe and sat on the main seat.
He reached out and picked up a wine glass and said with a smile: "Everyone, this wine is called 'Yuyan Qingbo'. It is a secret brew of my Wang family. It was used to entertain the Mingfu monks in the past. Although the wine I have here is not as good as those in the family." Those elders can be regarded as old wine, and it is just for entertaining guests today, so please drink it to the full."
When he said these words, he was serious and dignified.
But after saying that, he immediately returned to his lazy, careless demeanor.
Everyone raised their glasses together and respected each other from afar.
After the Jade Swallow Qingbo entered the abdomen, a warm current suddenly surged throughout the body, and the magic power in the body slowly filled up, with a faint tendency to grow stronger.
Everyone praised: "It is indeed a good wine!"
Wang Pan laughed loudly and clapped his hands. Suddenly, more than a dozen tall dancers with slender legs walked in from the side door and came to the central open space, dancing gracefully.
The sound of strings of silk and bamboo also sounded.
