Chapter 1108

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

After listening, Xu Zhangqing had a general impression of these eight "senior brothers and sisters" of his.

Not to mention anything else, the weight of a Daodao Venerable's Direct Disciple is indeed frighteningly high.

The two chatted as they flew, and before they knew it, they had already approached the Yao Guang Xing's Jie Xing.

Only to see a semi-transparent Light Curtain extending from the Star Domain Border all the way to the end of sight.

Xu Zhangqing and Zhang Zaizhi lowered their speed, slowly approaching.

At this time, a long queue had already formed outside the Jie Xing.

Most of the queue were Outer Realm Foreign Races, each with different forms.

There were burly men with a single horn on their heads, their whole bodies covered in a layer of Dark Red Scale Armor.

There were also women draped in Thin Gauze, beautiful of face, yet with vertical pupils.

There were also merchant caravans arriving on small Flying Boats, the boats piled with various goods, obviously merchants taking advantage of the grand feast to do Business.

But the most numerous were those Outer Realm Xiuxian Zhe with anxious expressions.

These people came from different Star Domains, different races, there were Loose Cultivators and also Sect Disciples.

Their purpose in coming here was the same, to participate in this grand feast.

But the Beidou Xianfu's grand feast is not something just anyone can enter.

The Jie Xing's examination is extremely strict; all who enter the domain must undergo Faith Examination.

Lifeforms without the most basic recognition of the Beidou Xianfu are uniformly refused entry.

As Xu Zhangqing flew past the side of the Jie Xing, he happened to hear a queuing monster complaining: "Been waiting three days already, still not my turn."

As these words fell, another monster beside him laughed: "So what if the wait is long, still better than those fellows who don't even have the qualification to queue."

Speaking, it raised its Chin toward the distance.

On the other side, even more Outer Realm Foreign Races were gathered.

In terms of numbers, at least ten times more than the queuing side.

They stared longingly at the Jie Xing, yet didn't even have the qualification to approach.

Xu Zhangqing did not stay or queue, driving Kong Ling straight through.

The queuing Outer Realm Foreign Races looked up one after another, gazes following that seven-colored streamer.

"Direct Disciple."

"And a Daodao Venerable's Direct Disciple at that."

"So this is the newly arrived ninth?"

"Heard this person Ascended from the Lower Realm, entered the sect only a few days ago."

"Entered the sect only a few days and can attend the grand feast, worthy of being a Daodao Venerable's Direct Disciple!"

"If you have the ability to make the Daodao Venerable accept you as a disciple, naturally you wouldn't need to queue!"

Someone recognized the moon-white Direct Disciple robe on Xu Zhangqing, and instantly gasped.

For a moment, the Outer Realm Foreign Races' envious and sighing voices rose and fell, but no one dared speak out to stop or act recklessly.

On Yao Guang Xing, Direct Disciples enjoy all priority rights.

What's more, this is a Daodao Venerable's Direct Disciple, the weight is even higher.

Xu Zhangqing and Zhang Zaizhi smoothly passed through the Jie Xing, entering Yao Guang Xing.

Yao Guang Xing's internal scene is completely different from Yu Heng Xing.

If Yu Heng Xing is a silent pastoral land, then Yao Guang Xing is a prosperous city.

Countless pavilions float amidst the starlight, streets crisscross vertically and horizontally, Xiuxian Zhe and Outer Realm Foreign Races come and go weaving through, all kinds of shops, Trading Halls, intelligence stations spread everywhere.

The grand feast's venue is at the "Lan Xing Tai" in the very center of Yao Guang Xing.

This is a giant Jade Platform suspended in the high sky ten thousand zhang up.

The platform surface is paved with a whole piece of Xingchen Spirit Jade, enough to accommodate over ten thousand people attending the feast simultaneously.

Around Lan Xing Tai there are no railings; standing on top one can overlook the entire Yao Guang Xing.

Xu Zhangqing stowed Kong Ling outside Lan Xing Tai, and walked down shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Zaizhi.

At the Lan Xing Tai entrance, the one responsible for reception was a Waibu Si Steward.

He glanced at the Token at Xu Zhangqing's waist, immediately bowed in salute, then personally led the way in front.

Originally, Zhang Zaizhi's position was on the Star Spirit Grass side, near the edge of Lan Xing Tai.

However, Xu Zhangqing directly brought him toward the front rows.

Zhang Zaizhi was somewhat flattered: "Xu Direct Disciple, this doesn't comply with the Rules."

Xu Zhangqing smiled slightly: "You came with me, sitting beside me is perfectly Normal."

That Waibu Si Steward looked back, seeing Xu Zhangqing's attitude was firm, didn't dare say more, after all a Direct Disciple's seating order can indeed bring people.

As long as it doesn't exceed the headcount limit, anyone can sit.

Soon, the two were led to a seat in the very front row of Lan Xing Tai.

Xu Zhangqing's position was at the end of the Direct Disciple area, that is, the ninth seat.

Further forward would be the eighth seat Xun Xian's position.

However Xun Xian is not present today, of the eight seats only two are occupied.

Zhang Zaizhi stood half a step behind Xu Changqing and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Xu, those two ahead of you are Hundred Li Hong and Feng Buhui."

Hearing this, Xu Changqing looked over.

Hundred Li Hong sat in the fourth seat; he was a man of refined and elegant features.

Today he wore a plain-colored long robe, holding a cup of spirit tea and sipping it slowly, not showing the slightest airs of a personal disciple.

Feng Buhui sat in the sixth seat.

His face was gaunt, his eye sockets sunken.

His hair was a mess, his clothes wrinkled.

At this moment he was idly tracing the tabletop with his fingertips, who knew what he was drawing.

These two, looking at them there was nothing special about them, yet they had a touch of returning to simplicity.

Xu Changqing did not take his seat, but walked toward them instead.

However, the closer he got, the clearer his perception became.

Hundred Li Hong sat there, not a trace of spiritual light leaking from his body, nor any pressure escaping, but the space within three feet around him was "still."

It was not silence, but rather all spiritual energy flowing to his side would naturally slow down, like turbulent river water merging into a deep pool.

To be able to restrain himself to this degree on the Lan Xing Tai where pressure was dense — this in itself was an extremely brilliant method.

Xu Changqing walked to the front of the fourth seat, cupped his fists in salute: "Xu Changqing, paying respects to Senior Brother Hundred Li."

Hundred Li Hong put down the spirit tea in his hand, raised his head and sized him up with a glance.

This sizing up lasted a full three breaths, as if wanting to see something.

"You are the newly arrived Junior Sister?"

"Precisely."

Hundred Li Hong withdrew his gaze, nodded with a smile: "Not bad."

There were no superfluous pleasantries, nor any feigned intimacy.

Afterward, Xu Changqing walked to the front of the sixth seat, cupped his fists and said: "Paying respects to Senior Brother Feng."

Feng Buhui did not lift his head, but his moving fingers stopped.

The instant they stopped, Xu Changqing produced an extremely strange feeling.

As if the one sitting before him was not a person, but a spiritual array.

Around Feng Buhui's body, densely packed were countless array patterns invisible to the naked eye.

They were layered and interwoven together, with Feng Buhui as the center, slowly rotating.

With each breath of his, those array patterns would expand and contract.

With each blink of his, the arrangement of the array patterns would quietly change.

As a grandmaster in the aspect of spiritual arrays, Xu Changqing saw at a glance that if one touched those array patterns, at least thirty kinds of countermeasures would erupt in an instant.

Seeing the other party had no reaction, Xu Changqing cupped his fists once more, then turned and left.

When he returned to the ninth seat and sat down, Zhang Zaizhi transmitted his voice: "Feng Buhui has this attitude toward everyone; besides the Dao Venerate and the First Personal Disciple, no one can make him say an extra word."

Regarding this, Xu Changqing could understand: "Understood."

Zhang Zaizhi continued transmitting his voice: "Senior Brother Xu, today's grand banquet is said on the surface to be tasting spirit wine, appreciating spiritual food, competing in literary talent, and discussing the Dao and methods.

But in reality, it is just to provide a platform for all parties to exchange what they have and lack; the resources of each clan and each family are not the same.

This kind of occasion is most convenient for discussing cooperation, and also most convenient for forming alliances."

Xu Changqing heard this, his surface unmoved, but his gaze slowly swept across the Lan Xing Tai.

Anyone able to come participate in the Yao Guang Grand Banquet is certainly not a simple character.

Zhang Zaizhi spoke again: "In a while, there should be quite a few people coming over to chat with you.

You are the Dao Venerate's newly accepted personal disciple, and this is your first public appearance after entering the Xianfu.

For these people, whether the banquet is a banquet or not is not important; being able to chat a few sentences with you here, or even reach some kind of cooperation, is instead more important.

Simply put, this is just a field of fame and profit."

Xu Changqing picked up the spirit tea before him, took a shallow sip: "Let them come!"