Chapter 309: The Martial God's Private Audience! (2)

The list above clearly recorded the origin and value of each gift.

And in a corner of the banquet hall, various gifts had already been piled up.

This isn't a banquet; this is clearly a gift-giving event!

Lu Jing looked at the gift list, which was over a meter long, and couldn't help but feel secretly startled...

Just having someone transport them back would incur considerable expense.

Seeing Lu Jing in a dilemma, the event organizer boss said understandingly: "Don't worry, I'll arrange for someone to send these things to your home when the time comes."

"Thank you!"

NieZhenghao and the others listening below had expressions that were somewhat numb.

Although he had led a team to participate a few times before, in the previous celebrations of the Champion's banquet, this segment didn't exist; everyone just started eating happily.

How come with Lu Jing it turned into this scene?!

The attitude of all the forces toward Lu Jing left many onlookers clicking their tongues in amazement.

After the congratulations, which lasted over half an hour, ended, the banquet officially began.

Dishes were served, and everyone began to eat and drink heartily.

And the Sword Martial God and Lu Jing were the most eye-catching focus of the entire banquet hall.

However, the Sword Martial God's aura was imposing, and with a dedicated person pouring wine nearby, many dared not approach.

Thus, they shifted their target to Lu Jing, with someone occasionally holding a wine cup to toast him, trying to connect with this under-twenty-year-old who had slain a half-step Martial Lord.

Lu Jing didn't much like such lively occasions; he took a cup of water and walked to the corridor beside the banquet hall to be alone in quiet.

Mainly, many somewhat attractive women at the banquet tried various ways to get close to him, and some even pretended to be drunk, wanting to sit in his lap.

What propriety is this?!

What Lu Jing never expected was that even if he hid in a deserted place, he was still pursued out.

"Lu Jing, Champion?"

An unfamiliar voice came over.

Lu Jing turned around; it was a young maidservant, "What's up, do you need something?"

"Champion Lu Jing, the Martial God invites you to a meeting after the banquet; let me ask if you have time."

"Oh? The Martial God himself invited me?"

Lu Jing startled, then nodded: "Sure, take me there later."

"Alright!"

The maidservant bowed and replied.

After waiting a while alone in the corridor, Lu Jing stood up and returned to the banquet hall.

His gaze swept over...

At this moment, the banquet hall remained extraordinarily lively; everyone had drunk to the point of winding down, emotions high, faces flushed.

Whether forces that had placed in this Martial Arts Tournament or teams eliminated from the start, all were gathering, desperately using this precious moment to expand their connections and circles.

All manner of nobles and business magnates, with cups clinking amid red-faced cheer, the hall's noise reached an extreme, even making one feel it was uproarious.

Lu Jing watched this scene and recalled the days of socializing and networking on Blue Star.

Finally, Lu Jing glanced toward the seating area of the Shogunate Martial University and actually saw the principals and teachers of several prestigious martial universities gathered together, chatting amicably.

It was as if they were long-lost close friends, so intimate they were almost about to embrace.

Completely gone were the previous open and covert struggles, the mutual disregard when they faced him.

Zhugeqing even more so flitted among several female students, using his handsome looks and his identity as Lu Jing's classmate to attract a crowd of girls listening to his bragging and jokes.

Although he didn't succeed in hooking up, it still counted as making a familiar face, gaining many girls as friends.

Watching Zhugeqing occasionally point in his direction with a lecherous expression, Lu Jing suspected he was selling him out.

Lu Jing released his mental power, wanting to hear what he was actually saying.

Suddenly, he caught sight of the one called the Fairy, Ranqingmo, sitting there with an unworldly demeanor, and she furtively glanced toward the gift table where Lu Jing had previously sat.

Moreover, strangely, Ranqingmo's complexion looked odd, as if she bore a hint of worry...

Lu Jing shook his head, withdrew his mental power; he currently had no time to exchange pleasantries and drink with others, only wanting to wait until the banquet ended to meet that Sword Martial God.

However, just thinking about the gaze of that old man on the gift table toward him, Lu Jing couldn't help but feel a chill run through him.

Half an hour later, the banquet finally ended, and everyone dispersed.

"Champion Lu, please follow me."

Lu Jing followed the maidservant along a small path beside the banquet hall, heading toward the back.

Not long after, they arrived before a door full of technological sense.

Opening the door, inside was another world.

Lu Jing had thought it was just a room, but he didn't expect its area to be so vast, even more extravagant than the banquet hall.

Underfoot was a golden and splendid colorful path paved with various jewels, luxurious to the extreme!

What truly caught Lu Jing's attention was a towering tree in the middle of the courtyard, lush and verdant, its ancient branches coiled like a pagoda.

On the treetop a large cluster of green leaves like a fan, below bore abundant fruit, huge as immortal peaches.

"What kind of tree is this, bearing fruit in the depths of winter, and seemingly emitting a special fragrance..."

Lu Jing murmured to himself.

The aura emitted by this spirit tree actually had the same effect as dragon saliva incense when smelled.

Besides this spirit tree, there were many precious flowers and herbs whose names he couldn't call out; walking among them felt like entering an immortal's mansion...

At the end of the path, the style suddenly shifted, and an antiquely fragrant room appeared.

"Champion Lu Jing, the Martial God is inside; please enter!"

The maidservant lowered her head in salute, then slowly withdrew.

Squeak——

Lu Jing pushed open the wooden door and entered the house.

Inside the house, several sets of tables and chairs were arranged, and on the chief seat's chair, the old man previously seen sat upright.

He still wore a plain blue-green robe, beneath which faintly bulged muscles as solid as iron blocks, exuding an imposing aura.

Unlike his previous gentleness and restrained breath, the Sword Martial God now seated there gave off a sense of stability like a mountain and vastness like a sea!

Just a glance at him made Lu Jing's mind go blank for a moment, and his heart inexplicably throbbed once.

It was not that he feared the other, but rather the unavoidable effect caused by the gap in their realms.

Fortunately, Lu Jing's mental strength was strong enough; he only dazed for an instant before returning to normal.

Lu Jing took a deep breath, stared directly at the old man's youthful face, and wondered curiously just how old he really was.

While cultivating to strengthen their bodies, martial artists can also extend their lifespans.

Experts of the Martial God Realm can even live to nearly four hundred years old!

This old monster before us, whose age is unknown, is roughly estimated to be three hundred years old...

Lu Jing gathered his thoughts, bowed his head in salute, and said: "Sir Martial God!"

"Mm, Little Friend Lu Jing has come; please sit."

Ran Jianfeng's calm and tranquil voice sounded.