Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 542 Banquet

"After not seeing you for so many years, the Seventh Princess is still as radiant and dazzling as ever!"

Hu Meir's eyes flickered as she greeted him loudly from afar.

"Hehe..." Ao Chun smiled with his hands covering his mouth, a hint of charm flashing between his brows: "Sister is also very graceful, but after decades, how come sister is still alone? It's a lot of fun that has been missed."

Faced with Ao Chun's teasing and joking, Hu Mei'er was not annoyed at all. She chuckled and said, "Seventh Princess, you are joking. I don't have such a blessing. What can I do?"

As she spoke, she and the two Jin brothers nodded in agreement. Then, with a flicker of confusion in their eyes, she asked, "Why hasn't the Tenth Prince shown up yet?"

She is also planning to match him with Myolie Wu.

Ao Chun waved his hands and said coquettishly, "Don't mention it. My brother is obsessed with Taoism. He didn't come here at the right time. He had a sudden enlightenment. He can only retreat here to digest it. Don't worry about him. He will come over when he succeeds."

"I see." Hu Mei'er's eyes flickered as she nodded slightly. She glanced at her sister obscurely, then raised her eyes and smiled again, saying, "According to this, the Tenth Prince might become good friends with Sun Ersheng of Zhuyan Mountain."

"Sun Ersheng?" Ao Chun asked curiously, "Jin Yuan and I have been married for decades, but I have never seen this person."

As soon as these words came out, without waiting for Hu Mei'er to reply, Li Qingyan laughed and said, "Seventh Princess, let alone you, even for us, meeting him is not that easy."

"Oh?"

Hu Meir pursed her lips and chuckled softly, "Sun Ersheng is the pride of this generation of Zhuyan Mountain. He is also addicted to martial arts and rarely leaves Demon Mountain. Even this time, I don't know if he will come..."

Ao Chun nodded slightly and said politely, "If there is a chance, I really want to meet this fellow Taoist."

After some polite words, the group stepped down from the clouds and entered the palace.

So far, except for the host Yinyue Mountain, three of the eight demon tribes have arrived.

Hu Meir thought to herself, "Zhu Yan Mountain may not come this time. Xuan Zheng Mountain's Taoist is not here. Jiusheng Mountain and Juding Mountain have always been at odds, so they won't easily come together. That leaves Mo Yuan and the Tantai clan."

The strength of Jiusheng Mountain and Juding Mountain is comparable. As the strongest of the nine demon tribes, it is inevitable that they have the intention of competing for supremacy. Over thousands of years, they have won and lost against each other, but they have also accumulated deep resentment.

Mo Yuan and his two families are collectively known as the "Upper Three Tribes", meaning that their strength is unique among the nine demon tribes.

However, compared with the previous two families, Mo Yuan's strength has declined in the past thousand years. It can only barely maintain its position in the top three and has no power to compete for supremacy.

As for the Tantai clan, they are the only top human force in Southern Xinjiang, with strength similar to that of Mo Yuan. Because they have always been on good terms with the demon clan in Southern Xinjiang, they are able to gain a foothold outside the nine demon tribes.

At the end of the Si hour, a strange fog came from the horizon. At first, there was still a whistling breeze, but after a few breaths, there was a sound of breaking air, which caused everyone sitting in the palace to stand up.

"Who is this?"

Ao Chun whispered. After all, she was not from southern Xinjiang, so she was not very familiar with these people who came with special intentions.

Hu Meir stood up from her seat, turned around and said with a smile, "It must be Jiao Eleven who has arrived."

After saying that, she walked out of the hall and looked up at the sky.

Ao Chun hesitated for a moment after hearing this, but then smiled to himself and sat down again.

If they were from Jiusheng Mountain or Juding Mountain, she might have gone to greet them, but Mo Yuan was just a group of dragons, so how could they deserve her courtesy?
Jiao Shiyi was dressed in a black and white robe, his dark hair casually draped over his shoulders, fluttering in the breeze. He looked free and uninhibited, and his appearance was excellent. Next to him was a woman in a white dress. She had a cold face, narrow eyes, and a graceful figure as smooth and graceful as a snake. Her eyes, as she looked at Jiao Shiyi, were filled with infinite affection.

Outside the palace, the attendants and clansmen of each family looked on with envy. The avenue of hope, the beauty beside them, this was the scene of their dreams...

Jiao Eleven descended from the clouds, a smile on his face as he bowed to everyone and said, "Eleven, I'm a little late. I'm sorry."

Everyone returned the greeting. Hu Meir stepped forward and said with a smile, "It's not even time for the banquet yet, so there's no such thing as being late. Brother Jiao, please quickly enter the hall."

She and Jiao Shiyi did not have much friendship, but because the other party was from the upper three tribes, she did not lack courtesy and personally escorted him to the table. This courtesy was unmatched by others.

As for the woman in white dress beside him, she did not have this honor, simply because she was born in Mo Yuan's vassal demon tribe, which was not among the nine major demon tribes.

But everyone who comes is a guest, and Hu Meir also nodded in agreement.

"Seventh Princess, Eleven is polite."

After entering the hall, Jiao Shiyi immediately saw Ao Chun sitting in his seat. He couldn't help but laugh in his heart, but he looked respectful on the surface.

Logically speaking, Mo Yuan and Long Gong belong to the same dragon clan, so they should have a close relationship. However, this is not the case. Their friendship can be traced back to three thousand years ago, when Mo Yuan's current ancestor was granted the scales of the Ancestral Dragon...

As soon as Hu Meir came out, there was a commotion outside the hall. The followers exclaimed in surprise, pointing to the sky and shouting, "Yuan Qi from Jiusheng Mountain has arrived!"

A golden roof floated in the distant sky, and two figures sat under it in an orderly manner on the left and right. Behind them followed more than ten people, half of them were demons and half were humans.

It was Yuan Qi, the number one golden elixir demon in Southern Xinjiang, who came to visit with Tan Tai Ming, the disciple of Tan Tai clan.

Both of them were in the state of Golden Elixir Perfection. When they were together, they actually stirred up endless energy. The shaking clouds in the sky seemed to be swept by a hurricane, surging up and down with a huge momentum.

The Hu sisters' hearts skipped a beat and they didn't dare to be rude, so they walked out of the hall immediately. After some polite exchanges, they led everyone back to the hall and divided the seats between the host and the guest.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, Fellow Daoist Tantai, it's been a long time since we last met. Your cultivation has become even more profound!"

Unlike when he met Jiao Shiyi, Ao Chun took the initiative to stand up, chuckled and asked for greetings.

Yuan Qi's golden hair was dazzling, and his face was as sharp and tough as a knife. He smiled playfully upon hearing this, and said politely, "The Seventh Princess is becoming more and more beautiful and charming. Sometimes, I really envy Brother Jin's good fortune..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Jin Yuantong's face froze. Although Yuan Qi's words were a compliment, they sounded so uncomfortable.

Hu Meir reacted very quickly. Seeing this, she quickly made a joke and then changed the subject, saying, "The time has come. Since everyone is here, why don't we start the banquet?"

Seeing that no one refused, she smiled and clapped her hands lightly.

The next moment, the flying pavilion suspended in the air slowly flew to the far end. As soon as it was released, nearly a hundred fox women in light gauze began to dance. Their every move and expression were gentle, which made the hearts of many followers present very excited.

Afterwards, maids and strong men took turns walking around, offering all kinds of delicacies from land and sea, magical fruits and magical wines.

Hu Mei'er slowly stood up and, with a sweet smile, led everyone in toasting and chatting. For a moment, the palace banquet was filled with cheers and was extremely lively...

(End of this chapter)