Chapter 3409: The Banquet is About to Begin, Finding a Husband, Already Predetermined

The West Tomb Holy Mother, looking at the entire vast starry sky, although she cannot be counted as a top-tier powerhouse.

But as the Holy Master of the West Tomb Sacred Land, the West Tomb Holy Mother's majesty is also unparalleled.

Watching Ji Qingyi is now living under someone else's roof, and she simply cannot defy the West Tomb Holy Mother.

Even though Watching Ji Qingyi is deep in schemes and has a delicate mind.

But all so-called schemes appear ridiculous in the face of absolute strength.

No matter how many methods Watching Ji Qingyi has, it is difficult to get rid of the current predicament.

For some reason, at this moment, she suddenly thought of that white-clothed figure.

He was the first to come to the vast starry sky, and she didn't know how he was doing now.

After entering the vast starry sky, Watching Ji Qingyi had also been in a state of cultivation, ignoring worldly affairs.

If it weren't for the accident that happened later, she was afraid she would have continued to cultivate until attaining the Dao before coming out of seclusion.

Therefore, she was also not very knowledgeable about the various news of the vast starry sky.

And after coming to the West Tomb Sacred Land.

Although the West Tomb Holy Mother gave her resources to help her heal.

But she also did not let her leave the West Tomb Sacred Land to go to the outside world.

It was almost equivalent to a state of semi-house arrest.

"If it were him, he should have already made quite a name for himself in the vast starry sky," Watching Ji Qingyi thought in her heart.

After all, in the Nine Heavens Immortal Domain, Jun Xiaoyao was such a brilliant and dazzling existence.

Such a person, even if he came to this vast and endless starry sky, would absolutely be as brilliant as a sun from the ages.

And thinking of her own situation, Watching Ji Qingyi also couldn't help but reveal a trace of self-deprecation.

In the Nine Heavens Immortal Domain, as a proud daughter of the Ji Clan, plus her own cultivation talent, methods, schemes, etc., she could be considered quite good.

However, after coming to the vast starry sky.

She realized that the world is so large that she simply doesn't count for anything.

Up to now, she can't even control her own freedom.

"If I could meet him again, would he..."

Watching Ji Qingyi thought of Jun Xiaoyao.

But immediately, she shook her head secretly.

In the past, although she had many interactions with Jun Xiaoyao.

But it was always in a state of being distant and close, sometimes far and sometimes near.

After coming to the vast starry sky, she found that her own strength was indeed a bit weak.

"What am I thinking about?" Watching Ji Qingyi sighed slightly in her heart.

Not to mention what attitude Jun Xiaoyao would have towards her.

Just meeting Jun Xiaoyao is a matter of extremely low probability, unless she deliberately inquires for news to find him.

And now, she can't even leave the West Tomb Sacred Land.

Outside the West Tomb Realm, a flying boat crossed the void.

A white-clothed figure stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the vast West Tomb Realm in the distance.

It is none other than Jun Xiaoyao.

After leaving the North Vastness, Jun Xiaoyao came to the location of the West Tomb Sacred Land, the West Tomb Realm.

Although the West Tomb Sacred Land is a huge Immortal Sacred Land.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was just so-so.

His trip this time was for the Primordial Creation Fruit.

Jun Xiaoyao would not be so overbearing; he would exchange it with other resources.

Jun Xiaoyao entered the West Tomb Realm.

Perhaps because the grand banquet was about to be held, there were also many other forces coming to attend the banquet.

In the most prosperous and vast city in the West Tomb Realm.

This place is the venue for this banquet.

Jun Xiaoyao descended into this city.

The flow of people coming and going was dense, and various flying boats, storied boats, and divine birds crisscrossed the sky.

Inside a certain inn, Jun Xiaoyao held a cup of tea and took a light sip.

Sure enough, after getting used to drinking the Demon Spike Flower tea personally brewed by Mu Xuan some time ago.

Drinking these mundane teas still lacked a bit of flavor.

At this time, Jun Xiaoyao's keen spiritual sense also heard many discussions from all sides.

"Have you heard that news?"

"Actually, this banquet is not just as simple as the West Tomb Holy Mother adopting a foster daughter."

"The West Tomb Holy Mother also wants to find a good husband for that foster daughter."

"I heard that whoever can marry that foster daughter will be able to get a Primordial Creation Fruit as a dowry."

"Hiss, it's actually the immortal medicine Primordial Creation Fruit."

"Even that Primordial Profound Tree in the West Tomb Sacred Land can only bear two or three Primordial Creation Fruits in 100,000 years."

"This is still because the West Tomb Sacred Land has spent many heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and foundation resources to cultivate the Primordial Profound Tree, only then can it bear this little fruit."

"This is truly a big move."

Hearing this news, Jun Xiaoyao frowned slightly.

To marry that foster daughter to get the Primordial Creation Fruit?

He didn't have that interest.

I wonder if it will be possible to exchange for that Primordial Creation Fruit in other ways when the time comes.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was thinking.

A disdainful sneer sounded.

"You guys just keep dreaming; do you really think such a good thing can fall to outsiders?"

"I heard from an internal disciple of the West Tomb Sacred Land that, in fact, the husband of that foster daughter has long been predetermined."

"It is that son of the West Tomb Holy Mother, the West Tomb Holy Son Luo Ling."

"I heard that the foster daughter has extraordinary talent and possesses a special physique; such a person naturally has to be kept in their own pot."

"And giving away the Primordial Creation Fruit is just moving from the left hand to the right hand."

"The West Tomb Holy Mother just wants to give the biggest opportunity in the Sacred Land to her own son."

Hearing this, many people present were also speechless.

However, they had indeed heard of it.

That West Tomb Holy Mother dotes on her heir Luo Ling extremely.

She raised him into a little tyrant's mentality, with a character of being the only one supreme, acting recklessly.

It even caused quite a bit of criticism within the West Tomb Sacred Land.

And this so-called adoption of a foster daughter.

To put it bluntly.

It is the West Tomb Holy Mother letting her own son marry the woman he likes.

And by the way, she can also reasonably give the Primordial Creation Fruit, which was originally supposed to be obtained through competition in the Sacred Land, directly to her son.

It's just that simple and crude.

"Damn, so that's how it is..." some cultivators also shook their heads.

They were originally dreaming, thinking about whether they could marry a beauty, get the Primordial Creation Fruit, and reach the pinnacle of life.

Now the dream is shattered.

And Jun Xiaoyao's brows were slightly locked.

Hearing these remarks, he felt that things might be a little troublesome.

With the West Tomb Holy Mother's temperament, it is estimated that it is unlikely she will just give up the Primordial Creation Fruit like this.

But in order to refine the Dragon Emperor Body, Jun Xiaoyao must obtain the Primordial Creation Fruit.

He decided to wait and see the situation before making a move.

After a few days passed, the banquet was officially held.

In the center of the ancient city, a series of prosperous palaces, pavilions, and towers were decorated with lanterns and colored streamers, very lively.

The forces from all sides coming to attend the banquet were all gathered here.

Including many cultivators from the West Tomb Sacred Land, they were also seated together.

The West Tomb Holy Mother is the current Master of the West Tomb Sacred Land, with overwhelming power.

Her adopting a foster daughter is naturally a big event.

At a seat, Jun Xiaoyao was alone, holding a pot of tea, drinking by himself.

His body was shrouded in mist, isolating prying eyes.

Not long after, a man in gorgeous clothes arrived here surrounded by the crowd, attracting countless gazes.

"Is that the Saint Son of Xiling?"

"I heard his talent and cultivation are mediocre; the only reason he has his current strength is because the Holy Mother of Xiling used countless resources to pile it up for him."

"His position as the Saint Son of Xiling was also personally appointed by the Holy Mother of Xiling."

Some cultivators were communicating through spiritual sense.

Their words revealed their disdain for that Luo Ling.

Even among the disciples and cultivators of the Xiling Sacred Land, there was a hidden trace of disgust in their eyes when they looked at Luo Ling.

Relying on his mother, the Holy Mother of Xiling, Luo Ling ran rampant in the Xiling Sacred Land, bullying men and women, which had also provoked countless grudges.

If not for the Holy Mother of Xiling, he would have likely been settled by others long ago.

And now, such a person is not only able to marry that adopted daughter who is rumored to be as beautiful as a celestial being.

He can even obtain the Hunyuan Creation Fruit.

This made many disciples of the Xiling Sacred Land feel a sense of injustice in their hearts.