Chapter 69

The pomp of this Marshal Tianpeng was indeed not small.

Those eight spirited Heavenly horses were full of energy, and the treasure carriage was even more colorful; one look and one could tell it was no ordinary item.

Before the carriage even arrived, a majestic momentum had already rushed toward them.

Sun Wukong also saw it; he poked Su Chen and asked in a low voice: "Little brother, is this that Marshal Tianpeng? Looks like he has quite a lot of airs."

"Brother, he is one of the Four Saints of the North, in charge of the 100,000 water troops of the Tianhe; it's normal for him to have this pomp," Su Chen said.

While speaking, the treasure carriage had already stopped in front of the Great Sage's Mansion.

Marshal Tianpeng walked off the carriage; he was burly, and when he walked, he had the stride of a dragon and the step of a tiger, naturally possessing a momentum.

His gaze swept over and landed on Sun Wukong at the door, a smile appearing on his face.

"Are you the Great Sage Saint Qitian, Sun Wukong?"

His tone carried a bit of condescending scrutiny.

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows; he was someone who ate soft but not hard, and seeing Marshal Tianpeng's attitude, he felt a bit unhappy in his heart.

Su Chen saw that the situation was not right and hurriedly stepped forward to block in front of Sun Wukong, cupping his hands: "So it is Marshal Tianpeng who has graced us with his presence. This little Daoist, Su Chen, greets the Marshal. Monkey Brother and I have long heard of Marshal Tianpeng's great name, and seeing you today, your bearing is indeed extraordinary. That the Marshal could honor us with your presence, the Great Sage Saint Qitian's Mansion is truly honored!"

His posture was very low.

Marshal Tianpeng nodded with a smile on his face after hearing this and said: "You are too polite. Since we are colleagues in the same court, the Great Sage is holding a banquet, so I naturally have to come and support him."

Although he spoke polite words, that arrogance had not diminished in the slightest.

Su Chen saw it clearly from the side and thought to himself: "This Tianpeng is indeed someone who cares about face. He likes to hear good words, so one has to stroke his fur in the right direction."

Marshal Tianpeng finished speaking and walked straight into the mansion.

Sun Wukong looked at his back, curled his lips, and sent a message to Su Chen: "Little brother, look at his appearance, what's he being so arrogant about. If you hadn't stopped me, I, Old Sun, would have had to weigh him up."

"Brother, don't be impatient," Su Chen replied via telepathy. "Later you just drink with Third Prince Nezha and the others, leave these people to me to entertain."

When the time came, the banquet officially began; those immortals and gods who hadn't arrived probably wouldn't come.

In the main hall of the Great Sage's Mansion, immortal music played, and immortal attendants shuttled between the banquet tables.

The tables were filled with various delicacies and immortal fruits and nectar.

Sun Wukong, as the host, naturally sat in the main seat.

Beside him were naturally Third Prince Nezha and the immortals and gods who were on good terms with him.

The remaining immortals and gods also took their seats in order according to their rank and closeness.

Sun Wukong raised his wine cup, stood up, and said loudly: "Everyone, I, Old Sun, haven't been in Heaven for long, and thanks to the Jade Emperor... uh, thanks to His Majesty's kindness, I was bestowed the title of Great Sage Saint Qitian."

"From now on, everyone is working in the Heavenly Court, so we are friends. If anyone has any business, just tell me, Old Sun, and I will definitely help!"

His words were vulgar and straightforward, but also carried the heroism of a demon king.

Nezha was the first to stand up to support him: "Well said, Monkey Brother, let's drink!"

The other immortals and gods also raised their cups one after another, and the scene was very lively for a time.

Marshal Tianpeng sat there, just drinking and eating on his own, with no expression on his face.

In his view, someone like Sun Wukong was just a mountain demon king and not presentable.

Su Chen held his wine cup and came to Marshal Tianpeng's table.

With a humble smile on his face, he bowed to Marshal Tianpeng and said: "Marshal, this little Daoist, Su Chen, toasts you."

Marshal Tianpeng raised his eyelids, glanced at him, said a light "Hmm," picked up his wine cup, touched it casually with him, and drank it all in one gulp.

Su Chen also drank his wine dry but didn't leave immediately.

He smiled and said: "The Marshal is in charge of the Tianhe, leading 100,000 Tianhe water troops; it is truly majestic and admirable. When this little Daoist was in the lower realm, I often heard people say that the Tianhe is extremely dangerous and immortals avoid it, only the Marshal can guard it. Seeing the Marshal today, I know the rumors are not false; with a hero like the Marshal guarding it, the Heavenly Court can sleep soundly."

This flattery was delivered just right.

What Marshal Tianpeng was most proud of was his ability to guard the Tianhe.

Hearing Su Chen's flattery, a smile appeared on his face.

"You little Daoist, you really know how to talk." He put down his wine cup and became more interested in talking. "The Tianhe water troops were built by His Majesty himself; I, the Marshal, am just guarding the gate for His Majesty."

"The Marshal is too modest," Su Chen continued. "This little Daoist feels that things in this world, whether it's leading troops or cultivating the Dao, are actually connected in principle. They all require courage, strategy, and even more, knowing how to judge the situation and seize the opportunity."

"Oh?" Marshal Tianpeng became interested. "Tell me, how are they connected?"

The two gradually opened their chatterboxes with the help of the wine.

After three rounds of drinks, Su Chen saw that he was a bit drunk, lowered his voice, and said seemingly unintentionally: "Marshal, this little Taoist practitioner heard that above the Heavenly Palace, in the Guanghan Palace, under the Lunar Star Lord, there are beautiful fairy maids with peerless dancing postures. It's a pity that this little Taoist practitioner just ascended to the Heavenly Court and hasn't seen them; I wonder if the Marshal has seen them."

As he spoke, he observed Marshal Tianpeng's reaction with the corner of his eye.

When the three words "Guanghan Palace" were spoken, Marshal Tianpeng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Oh, you are interested in the fairy maids of the Guanghan Palace?" he said in a low voice.

"The Marshal is joking," Su Chen said with feigned fear. "The Guanghan Palace is the place where the Lunar Star Lord cultivates; I am but a mere Human Immortal, how dare I have such delusions. It's just that everyone loves beauty. This little Taoist practitioner heard that the fairies of the Guanghan Palace all have graceful postures, especially that Fairy Chang'e, who is the most beautiful in the Three Realms. Naturally, this little Taoist practitioner also wants to see her."

His words were open and honest, not appearing artificial.

Marshal Tianpeng was overjoyed upon hearing this.

He only felt that he had finally found a soulmate in this Heavenly Court!

He grabbed Su Chen's arm, and his attitude became much more enthusiastic instantly.

"Brother, you have truly spoken to my heart!" Marshal Tianpeng said. "Come, come, let's have a good chat. Those immortals are all fake and serious, but I see you, brother, as a real person!"

Su Chen smiled secretly in his heart: "The fish has taken the bait."

But on his face, he had a look of being flattered.

"Marshal, this little Daoist is just a small cultivator who just ascended to the Tiangong, how dare I address you as brother?"

Marshal Tianpeng waved his hand at this time and said, "What small cultivator, big cultivator, here with me, you and I are brothers. Come, come, drink, I'll have a good chat with you about the fairy of the Guanghan Palace, let me tell you..."