NOVEL NEXT Chapter 44: Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction!
Even without prior notice, with Daoist Zhao Muzi's cultivation in the Divine Skills of the Great Dream Heart Sutra, he connected the heart spirit of all members in Xunwang Heaven as soon as he decided to initiate the assembly.
In Sword Dao Heaven.
The Sword Obsession, Xu Pingtian was practicing Sword Dao with a few senior brothers, having just been beaten unilaterally by the third senior brother.
The third senior brother in Sword Dao Heaven, Wang Feng, looked at him and said, "Little junior brother, don't be discouraged. Your Sword Dao is already the strongest among your peers."
Strongest among peers?
In Xu Pingtian's mind appeared the image of Chen Yi, and he shook his head, saying, "Third senior brother, I am still far from being the strongest."
"Oh? Is there a younger generation stronger than you?"
"Senior brother, have you forgotten that White Tiger Divine Intent from before?"
Wang Feng was speechless and said, "Comparing you with such a senior master, isn't it an insult to the esteemed elder?"
"..." Xu Pingtian said irritably, "What elder, he's only a year and a half older than me, much younger than you, third senior brother."
"A year and a half... seventeen years old?!" Wang Feng looked surprised, "Are you sure that a sword cultivator with Slaughter Sword Dao Divine Intent, comparable to the Heaven and Earth Bridge, is only seventeen?"
Seeing his surprised expression, Xu Pingtian felt secretly pleased.
Previously, he was almost crushed by Chen Yi's attacks, but now, passing it on made him feel much lighter.
"Of course... um, third senior brother, I won't talk to you today, let's discuss when we spar in Sword Dao tomorrow."
No sooner had he spoken.
Xu Pingtian turned and ran, replying in his heart spirit—Daoist Mu Zi, please wait a moment, the junior will find a quiet place to go.
Wang Feng scratched his head, put away his longsword, and flew towards the highest mountain in Sword Dao Heaven.
If he won't say, I'll ask the master — is there really a seventeen-year-old Sword Dao Ancestor in the world?
In Chang Fengtian.
This is a realm like the Tianyuan Continent, with a long-standing dynasty—the Da Feng Dynasty.
Within the Imperial City.
The Golden Prince Mansion is located near the Imperial City, guarded by two Golden Lions outside, with three golden-red gates wide open, resplendent and magnificent inside, full of grandeur.
The east and west have three five-entry courtyards, each entry with eastern and western wing rooms, corridors, and pavilions, followed by a garden of similar area to the front courtyard.
The eighth prince, Yin Lin, stood in the garden, dressed in splendid attire, looking desolate at the peach blossoms beside him, his eyes filled with nostalgia.
In the past, she loved admiring flowers here.
In the past, whenever the peach blossoms bloomed, she would stand in this spot, dancing with the petals, her face brimming with a smile, and her silver bell-like laughter could make the entire Prince Mansion feel like a spring breeze.
In the past, she would also clasp her hands behind her back, stand on tiptoe, stretch her neck, playfully saying, "Husband, come catch me."
It all seemed like yesterday, whether her charming appearance or her voice, everything lingered in this garden.
The eighth prince, Yin Lin, reached out and grasped the air twice, catching nothing, and felt somewhat desolate.
In the Da Feng Dynasty, he was already in a position of power, unrivaled in authority and cultivation but still unable to save the woman he loved.
At this moment, a servant, dressed in blue and with a fair, beardless face, quickly approached, observing his expression and softly reported:
"Prince, His Majesty has prepared a banquet in the palace and would like you to attend."
Yin Lin regained his thoughts and coldly replied that he understood.
But before the servant could leave to deliver the message, he suddenly changed his mind and said:
"Forget it, go tell the person from the palace that I'm unwell and will visit His Majesty another day."
"As you command, Prince."
The servant dared not ask more, took the order, and left straight away.
Yin Lin surveyed the blossoming peach flowers, turned his hand to take out the Xunwang Order, and transmitted in his heart spirit:
"I trouble Daoist Mu Zi to summon."
At the same time, under the waterfall practicing boxing, Ah Lang, in the Xunfeng cultivating in seclusion, Xiao Liuer, and Chen Yi, Xiao Lan, and others, all had their heart spirits converge in Xunwang Heaven.
Still in that pavilion on the mountaintop, surrounded by clouds and mist, colorful lights dancing, in the far distance one could still see the two black and white Xunfeng.
Chen Yi slightly bowed to Zhao Muzi and Zhao Tianhe, who were already waiting, then sat down aside.
Xiao Lan came along with him and sat together with him.
Afterwards, Ah Lang, the eighth prince, Xiao Liuer, the Sword Obsession, and others arrived one after another.
Qing Feng glanced around and chuckled, "Not bad, no one is missing from today's assembly, I'm quite pleased."
Zhao Tianhe's face showed a trace of helplessness, "Little junior sister, just sit down."
"Second senior brother, I'm just talking, look at you..." Qing Feng plucked a few strands of his beard and pouted, sitting next to them.
Once everyone was seated.
Daoist Zhao Muzi waved his hand, as usual bringing out some fruits, pastries, and wine in front of everyone.
"This assembly is held in haste without prior notification, I hope you will forgive me."
"Daoist, there's no need to be so polite."
The eighth prince inadvertently glanced at Chen Yi, then picked up the pot of wine in front of him, poured a cup, and said, "I happened to want to drink a bit today."
Ah Lang raised his eyebrows, pulled out the cork of the pot, took a mouthful of wine, and exhaled long, "Eighth prince, I won't let you take the first sip this time."
Seeing this, Chen Yi also poured a cup, but he was in no hurry to speak.
Zhao Muzi looked around, rare to also take out wine and a cup, and together with Zhao Tianhe, raised a toast to everyone.
Qing Feng was startled, pointed at them, "Senior brothers, what are you..."
Even the eighth prince, who wanted to get drunk, showed a strange expression.
He was among the earliest to join "Xunwang Heaven," participating in the assembly over ten times and had never seen the two Daoists drink.