CHAPTER 142: CHAPTER 142: THE FOUNDING CEREMONY

A few days later, the grand foundation ceremony of the Feixian Sect began with much fanfare.

It was said to be spectacular because the ceremony nearly captured the attention of the entire Thousand Spirit Domain.

Even a change of dynasties wouldn’t draw such attention.

However, on the day of the ceremony, it wasn’t all that crowded outside the Feixian Sect.

Jiang Cheng got up early, changed into a festive red robe, and felt invigorated.

As the Sect Leader, today he would announce to everyone in the Thousand Spirit Domain — he’s here, and he’s conquered!

From afar, a group of disciples saw him.

Shan Tai immediately started shouting.

"Wow, who is this person?"

"Why is he so handsome?"

Upon closer inspection, they were even more surprised.

"Oh! Turned out it was the Sect Leader!"

"I was wondering who could be so incredibly, earth-shatteringly handsome that people would be enthralled before he even arrived!"

The other disciples secretly critiqued, wondering if he could flatter any more excessively, even using an ode.

However, their reactions weren’t slow either.

"The Sect Leader has become even more handsome."

"I knew who it was at a glance, Senior Brother Shan, did you mean the Sect Leader isn’t usually handsome?"

"The Sect Leader always has a new look every day, you just aren’t observant enough to notice it."

This got Shan Tai quite annoyed.

These guys are mimicking him, even vying for his title of Flattery King, utterly unforgivable.

Especially Wei Miao, among the Third Generation Disciples, who spoke with such boldness.

"Without the Sect Leader, the night stretches on through eternity!"

It was clear from the reaction that Brother Cheng’s smile grew even broader at this statement.

He patted Wei Miao on the shoulder and praised, "You’ve got great insight, I have high hopes for you."

"Today’s a good day for our founding; here’s a little gift for you."

With that, he tossed a piece of Treasure Armor over.

Wei Miao caught it instantly.

Upon realizing it was Treasure Armor, he was so thrilled he almost fainted.

Everyone else’s eyes nearly popped out.

Damn, just a sentence, and you get a treasure?

Is this for real?

Previously, the rewards were Eighth Tier or Ninth Tier Spiritual Artifacts, especially for those with extremely fast cultivation speeds.

Everyone accepted it wholeheartedly.

This time...

In an instant, everyone’s noses were bent with anger, wishing to tear Wei Miao apart with a thousand blades.

Such a promising competitor, he must not remain!

On this day, the Feixian Sect directly lifted the restrictions on the Secret Realm, allowing everyone to freely enter and exit.

Jiang Cheng did this to ensure that any late-arriving guests wouldn’t be locked out.

He was indeed very hospitable.

At the time, guests began entering the Secret Realm one after another.

Zhao Hongde looked at the giant Tiger Demon floating above the entrance to the Secret Realm, both shocked and fearful, even a bit incredulous.

The massive body, stretching ten thousand meters, alone was enough to scare the wits out of anyone.

However, the Tiger Demon bore a sign on its body.

"Sect Guardian Spirit Beast!"

And it wore a sash with a line of text on it.

"Welcome to the Feixian Sect!"

Oh, it turns out it’s the Sect Guardian Spirit Beast, how terrifying this Feixian Sect is to have something so imposing.

Yet, why does this scene feel a bit peculiar?

About to step through the door, he felt awkward and anxious.

Zhao Hongde was the fourth steward of the Zhao Family in Zhuhai City, roughly three thousand miles from here.

Zhuhai City didn’t have any high-ranking powers, and the strongest Patriarch of the Zhao Family was only at the Spirit Platform First Layer, not even as strong as the former Duanmu Family.

Due to the previous Silence Sacred Land, no power exceeding the Celestial Fate Realm was allowed within a ten thousand miles radius.

They claimed it was to maintain local stability and security.

Before this Feixian Sect foundation ceremony, Jiang Cheng had sent out disciples to invite people to warm the stage.

The Zhao Family was nearby, so Luo Yuan went to invite them.

Regarding his visit, the Zhao Family’s Patriarch and Elders were exceedingly respectful on the surface, promising wholeheartedly.

But once he left, their expressions changed entirely.

The Feixian Sect wiped out the Silence Sacred Land, obviously very strong.

But the rest of the Eight Great Sacred Lands had yet to express their stance, no one knew when the Feixian Sect might be encircled.

Attending the banquet this time might get them considered accomplices by the Eight Great Sacred Lands, and be purged all together.

In front of such Sacred Lands, the Zhao Family didn’t even count as dust.

Thus, the family held an emergency meeting overnight and ultimately decided.

To have the fourth steward Zhao Hongde attend, saying he represented the Zhao Family if asked by the Feixian Sect.

If the Feixian Sect were destroyed in the future and accountability demanded, they would claim he wasn’t part of the Zhao Family and had gone on his own accord.

Zhao Hongde was very clear about his mission, hence, he felt uneasy at the moment.

After registering outside the Secret Realm.

A nearby young disciple announced loudly: "The Zhao Family from Zhuhai City has arrived!"

"Presenting a gift of 100 Middle-grade Spirit Stones!"

This little gift was just a formality to follow tradition.

A familiar figure emerged from the Secret Realm, Luo Yuan stepped out.

"Hm, you’re the Zhao Family? Didn’t see you there when I visited!"

This person was a Daoist Palace Realm Immortal Master, Zhao Hongde hurriedly and respectfully bowed: "Cough, cough, the Patriarch had urgent matters, I am here in his stead."

Luo Yuan was aware of the family’s concerns, just an excuse he knew.

But he didn’t make things difficult, even helped support him: "Good to have you, haha, please!"

Saying this, he personally led Zhao Hongde into the Secret Realm.

After entering, a Third Generation Disciple took Zhao Hongde and flew toward the Reception Hall.

After he left, Yin Xuer nudged Luo Yuan with her elbow.

"The person you invited is only Gathering Essence Sixth Layer, isn’t that a bit shabby?"

Luo Yuan helplessly shrugged: "Nothing I can do, even having someone come is a success."

"Hee hee, do you think the Sect Leader will be upset? He is an immortal, and yet you invited some low-power guests."

"Cough! Maybe, his lordship cares about face."

"Ha! You’re badmouthing him behind his back, I’m going to tell him!"

"You’re so wicked, aren’t you?"

At this moment, someone outside heralded again.

"The White Feather Sword Saint from the Gu Yan Dynasty has arrived!"

"With a gift... one hundred taels of gold!"

Hearing the word ’Sword Saint’, everyone couldn’t help but be taken aback and turned their gaze.

Titles bearing the word ’Saint’ meant they were Saint Tier experts.

No way, someone invited a Saint Tier expert to the feast?

Even Luo Yuan was startled and quickly flew out again.

Saw standing below, a middle-aged man around thirty, gaunt face, calm eyes, tall, with an ancient long sword on his back.

Among everyone present, only he remained unfazed upon seeing the Three-Eyed Tiger.

Steady as a mountain, extraordinary demeanor, evidently no ordinary person.

But a slight scan with Divine Thought left him half-amused.

This person was only at Nine Layers of Body Tempering.

Immediately afterward, Yin Xuer flew out swiftly to greet him.

"Ah, you’ve really come!"

"Welcome, welcome..."

In the Body Tempering Realm, one cannot fly; the White Feather Sword Saint soared up, a leap of a hundred meters, still far from the Secret Realm entrance in the void.

If Yin Xuer hadn’t appeared in time and pulled him in mid-air, he might have fallen.