Chapter 181: Three Immortals Gather
Qi Wangshu’s expression was slightly awkward as he pulled Li Weiyi’s wrist and walked upward, smiling as he asked: “Brother Chi, which side do you plan to sit on?”
“What do you mean which side?” Li Weiyi was somewhat confused.
Qi Wangshu widened his eyes, stunned: “You’re really here to eat a free meal?”
“Otherwise?”
“We’re all here to watch the excitement and witness the demeanor of the Three Immortals.”
Li Weiyi stared toward Zuo Qiu Ting.
Qi Wangshu said: “Today’s Heaven Pavilion, Dragon Gate and Imperial Court each booked half. To be precise, at the beginning, Dragon Gate first booked the entire Heaven Pavilion, planning to host a banquet with Lei Xiao Sect for Zhu Men successor Zhu Huan. All other martial cultivators under heaven were merely accompanying guests; the display could not be said to be insufficient.”
Li Weiyi said: “Western Territory’s Zhu Men, monopolizing the land of three prefectures. They want the eastern and western territories to join hands?”
Qi Wangshu nodded: “How could the Imperial Court let them have their way? So they used some special means, forcing Dragon Gate to book only half, which led to today’s excitement. The Imperial Court’s three masters will host a banquet at Heaven Pavilion for the young martial cultivators of its core eight prefectures, as well as all aspiring talents under heaven willing to support the state and sweep away bandits.”
“Let’s go in and chat in detail.”
They ascended dozens of jade steps and arrived before the first plaza.
Here, there was a formation screen. After Li Weiyi’s group of five crossed it, they immediately felt a powerful pressure descend on them, like chains binding their bodies, or as if falling into a mud swamp.
Qi Wangshu explained: “Generally for Five Seas Banquets, Heaven Pavilion activates a formation that suppresses martial cultivators’ power. First, to prevent destructive fights from damaging Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion. Second, to directly block Spring Gushing Realm martial cultivators outside the formation.”
The five continued forward, passing three plazas before arriving at the base of Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion.
Standing at the base, one could truly feel its magnificent splendor and overwhelming aura; each layer was over ten zhang high, with jade pillars and railings, all integrated seamlessly.
Qi Wangshu looked up in admiration, filled with emotion: “It’s said that this Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion not only contains seven thousand formation scripts inside, but the pavilion itself is also a Ten Thousand Character Scripture Magic Tool.”
After entering, Li Weiyi was immediately shocked by the vast emptiness inside. Not mentioning the sixteen que fang divided along the window side, the central grand hall alone could easily accommodate a thousand people gathered.
The que fang and grand hall of the first layer were already packed, almost all with Five Seas Realm first realm martial cultivators.
They walked up the spacious central shaft stairs, and when ascending to the second layer pavilion, Li Weiyi clearly felt the pressure on him increase again.
Qi Wangshu smiled and whispered: “Brother Chi, can you tell? The second layer is almost all second realm martial cultivators, much quieter than the first layer! What realm is Second Young Lady?”
Qi Wangshu worried her cultivation was insufficient and prepared to sit on the second layer pavilion.
Zuo Qiu Ting said: “Whatever realm my brother is, that’s my realm.”
Qi Wangshu said: “Then shall we go to the third layer?”
“Let’s go straight to the fourth layer!” Li Weiyi said.
Qi Wangshu was moved: “Given today’s formation structure of Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion, it probably requires Five Seas Realm fourth realm cultivation to dine comfortably on the fourth layer.”
“I don’t mind.”
Qian Yan Zhen went up first.
He had a Pure Immortal Body and believed he could withstand the fourth layer pavilion’s formation.
Zuo Qiu Ting was not too surprised, knowing Li Weiyi had the ability to cross realms and defeat enemies. If Qian Yan Zhen could do it, how could it be difficult for him?
When Li Weiyi and Zuo Qiu Ting both ascended to the fourth layer pavilion, their expressions unchanged and completely at ease, Qian Yan Zhen and Zuo Qiu Bai Yuan finally looked at the siblings with new eyes, no longer as dismissive as at first.
A maid came to greet them, smiling as she informed: “The sixteen independent que fang on the fourth layer are all fully booked. The five of you—Dragon Gate guests sit in the east-west grand hall, Imperial Court guests sit in the north-south grand hall.”
Qi Wangshu looked at the four others and smiled: “Everyone, which side shall we eat on?”
Qian Yan Zhen said coldly: “We are all martial cultivators under Zuo Qiu Gatehouse, on bad terms with both sides; sitting with either is the same.”
“Then let’s sit in the Imperial Court’s south grand hall; it’s more spacious and quiet there, and by Bing Zu Marsh, so we can also enjoy the sea view.” Li Weiyi said.
The south grand hall of the fourth layer pavilion had over twenty desks, still appearing empty. Along the carved phoenix railings by the central shaft, there was still a passageway six or seven zhang wide. It was said to be reserved for those performing dances and music.
Because they arrived early, the entire south grand hall had only three tables of martial cultivators.
Sitting by the sea view, Li Weiyi asked: “Will all three immortals come today?”
Zuo Qiu Ting suddenly stood up: “Brother Bai Yuan, can I speak with you alone?”
Everyone except Li Weiyi was stunned.
Zuo Qiu Bai Yuan was also greatly surprised. Even if Chi Yongsheng’s sister was an affectionate woman, she should fancy the handsome Qian Yan Zhen instead.
Being admired by a beauty was surely a matter of face, was it not?
Moreover, the other had high cultivation and was from Jiu Li tribe; Zuo Qiu Bai Yuan naturally gave some face, slowly standing and following Zuo Qiu Ting to the side.
Qi Wangshu gave an awkward smile: “Brother Bai Yuan is a direct descendant of the ten million gateways, excelling in talent and appearance; naturally not comparable to us. Let’s chat about our own things. Speaking of the Three Immortals, they are precisely today’s three main families.”
“Respectively, Dragon Gate’s Long Zhe Xian, Long Dian.”
“Fengge’s Ge Xian Tong, Luan Tai’s Fairy Yu Xianzi Jiang Ning.”
“To gather the Three Immortals rated by Immortal Forest in one pavilion in a single day is already worth the trip.”
Li Weiyi had not paid much attention to the heroes under heaven, focusing on quiet cultivation, and asked: “What is the relationship between Long Dian and Long Ting?”
“Long Dian is Dragon Gate’s first successor, Long Ting the second successor.” Qi Wangshu said: “It’s said this first successor of Dragon Gate was born with immortal radiance descending from heaven, transforming into a dragon entering the womb—a banished immortal descended to earth. He was the top of the Eastern Territory rankings in Du’e Temple’s evaluation this time!”
“As for Ge Xian Tong, he is even more remarkable, the current recognized number one person of the younger generation. He is a disciple taken by Yu Yaozi twenty years ago. Not long after, our legendary Great Palace Mistress went mad as if possessed, losing her former wisdom and intelligence; her temperament became extreme and terrifying, naturally making it impossible for her to take more disciples.”
When saying this, Qi Wangshu used magic energy transmission, fearing being overheard by the Imperial Court people in the grand hall.
“As for Fairy Yu Xianzi, she entered the Three Immortals with her beauty, said to be the number one beauty of the younger generation. Today we should be fortunate to glimpse her immortal poise from afar. Watch the stairs closely later; the Imperial Court’s group of masters definitely haven’t arrived yet.” Qi Wangshu was very excited and expectant.
At this moment, Zuo Qiu Ting returned first: “Relying only on beauty to enter the Three Immortals and become Luan Tai’s top of the younger generation? Young Master Qi is underestimating that Fairy Yu Xianzi too much, isn’t he?”
“What am I to dare underestimate Fairy Yu Xianzi?” Qi Wangshu smiled bitterly, then asked: “What about Brother Bai Yuan?”
Zuo Qiu Ting sat on Li Weiyi’s left: “Brother Bai Yuan said he went to arrange a que fang for us; sitting in the grand hall is too undignified.”
“The fourth layer’s que fang?”
“Naturally.”
Qi Wangshu and Qian Yan Zhen were greatly shocked. With the que fang already booked out, he could still get Heaven Pavilion or the Imperial Court main family to free one up—not unworthy of being Zuo Qiu Gatehouse’s direct descendant with heaven-defying means.
Zuo Qiu Ting smiled: “It’s better to go into the que fang! Here, everyone can’t chat freely, always worrying about being overheard by Imperial Court people and bringing disaster. For example, who dares say that Ge Xian Tong is a celestial eunuch, unable to grow at all?”
Zuo Qiu Ting’s voice immediately drew gazes from the grand hall.
Li Weiyi secretly transmitted with magic energy: “You’re not here to stir trouble, are you? The few of us will be pitted to death by you. Why don’t you go to the seventh layer pavilion yourself?”
Qi Wangshu also immediately cast a pleading look: “Second Young Lady, though we’re now on Zuo Qiu Gatehouse’s home ground, our main field, the Imperial Court is still the number one power under heaven, with young generation masters like clouds; they will probably all appear today—ones we can’t afford to provoke!”
The Imperial Court could withstand the assaults of all major powers under heaven with its own strength; its power was naturally extraordinary, not just the three young leaders of Fengge, Luan Tai, and Lin Tai.
At this time, dense footsteps came from the stairwell.
Li Weiyi had a premonition and looked over, just in time to see Yang Qingxi ascending first.
She wore men’s clothing, a Confucian hat on her head, slender neck, vibrant robes, exquisite makeup, slim waist bound by a jade belt, giving a delicate and graceful sense.
She noticed being watched and sensed the faint hostility in the gaze, so she looked toward Li Weiyi by the window, a puzzled expression appearing between her brows—clearly having forgotten who he was.
Sheng Qingyan followed closely, ascending the stairs and looking along Yang Qingxi’s gaze; a chill flashed in her eyes as she transmitted with magic energy into Yang Qingxi’s ear: “Jiu Li’s Chi Li Tribe people, closely related to Li Ling.”
Sheng Qingyan did not know it was Li Weiyi who snatched Zhuang Yue from her; she had only seen him at Heaven Pavilion in Juze City.
Hearing Li Ling’s name, Yang Qingxi instantly remembered, a long-forgotten figure surfacing in her mind, but then thinking this was Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion’s fourth layer, her heart was instantly filled with shock.
That Spring Gushing Realm kid was already this strong?
Yang Qingxi led the Sui Sect group toward the desk where Li Weiyi’s five were.
With Zuo Qiu Ting there anyway, Li Weiyi felt no fear, continuing to meet her gaze, not concealing the chill in his eyes at all.
Qi Wangshu and Qian Yan Zhen were already suppressed by the battle intent aura from Yang Qingxi, finding it hard to breathe, unable to lift their heads, feeling a terror of impending great disaster.
“Li Weiyi?” Yang Qingxi called out.
Li Weiyi restrained his chill, hurriedly standing with a smile: “Young Lady Yang is indeed Sui Sect’s leading figure of the younger generation; not only with transcendent cultivation and memory, but she even remembers an insignificant person like me.”
Yang Qingxi sized him up: “I underestimated you. It seems Yang Yun was right; Sima Tan is Li Weiyi. Your talent and cultivation speed are the likes I’ve never seen; if not killed now, you’ll become a great threat to my Sui Sect.”
Li Weiyi said: “If Young Lady Yang makes a move here, wouldn’t it be too disrespectful to the Imperial Court?”
Seeing his full confidence and lack of panic, Yang Qingxi’s gaze swept over the others at the table. Moments later, she smiled faintly: “You four at one table—isn’t that a bit too spacious? If you don’t mind, our Sui Sect group wants to share the table.”
Without giving them a chance to refuse, Yang Qingxi’s aura was overwhelming as she came to the seat on Li Weiyi’s right. In the elegant process of lifting her robe to sit, magic energy overflowed, pressing the still-standing Li Weiyi back onto the chair—clearly testing his cultivation strength.
Zuo Qiu Ting placed her hand on the armrest of Li Weiyi’s chair, magic energy dissipating outward. Though Li Weiyi sank heavily into the seat, the chair remained undamaged.
Yang Qingxi raised her eyes, a trace of surprise flowing in her bright pupils as she looked toward Zuo Qiu Ting on Li Weiyi’s left: “Impressive cultivation! But the Disguise Art is mediocre; why not show your true face?”
