Peerless Tang Sect: Hurricane Infinite Wind

Chapter 462 Banquet
"Little Wu Xuan, are you finally planning to promote that Soul Spirit Technique?" Tianmeng Ice Silkworm finally realized what was going on, and instead of shouting to run away, she looked slightly excited.

“Yes, it was extremely difficult for me to promote this method on my own before, especially getting past the Star Dou ferocious beasts. Now that Qiu’er is there as a bridge, the Star Dou soul beast challenge will be much smoother,” Wu Xuan said with a smile.

Wang Qiu'er deeply agreed with this explanation. Among the ferocious beasts of the Star Dou Great Forest, Xiong Jun and Mo Hou were the most prominent, and their hatred for humans was beyond words. Based solely on Wu Xuan's previous strength, as a human, he wouldn't even have had the chance to meet Di Tian.

Wang Qiu'er suppressed her excitement and looked at Wu Xuan, asking, "When are we going back to Douluo Continent?"

"Soon. Once I confirm one last thing, we'll set off." Recalling his memories of his past life, Wu Xuan sighed. The location of Dragon Valley was vague and uncertain; he wasn't sure if he could find its location.

"Knock knock knock!" As Wu Xuan was pondering, a knock sounded on the closed courtyard gate.

Seeing this, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm nudged Wu Xuan's cheek again, and Wu Xuan snapped out of his daze and released his mental sea. Tianmeng Ice Silkworm then quickly returned to Wu Xuan's mental sea and continued its blissful nap.

"When I wake up next time, Xiao Wuxuan might even be able to break through to the Limit Douluo level, hehe!" Tianmeng Ice Silkworm twisted its fat body as it thought of this.

"Is there anything wrong?" Wang Qiu'er asked curiously.

A respectful male voice sounded from outside the door: "Distinguished guests, the city lord has prepared the attire for tonight's banquet for you, and I have been ordered to deliver it to you."

"Okay, then come in!" Wang Qiu'er replied, she was very curious about the style of the banquet dresses on this continent.

The door opened, and there stood the same old man, followed by twenty maids carrying trays, who filed in under his guidance. This meant the old man had prepared ten sets of formal attire for each of Wu Xuan and his companion.

"Distinguished guests, these are the banquet attire prepared by the city lord. I will come to escort you at sunset." The old man bowed deeply, and then the maids placed the trays on the table one by one before turning and leaving.

Wang Qiu'er glanced at the ten dresses and was immediately drawn to a jet-black skirt embroidered with golden dragon patterns. With a flick of her wrist, the skirt flew into her hand. The moment Wang Qiu'er held the skirt up to her chest, Wu Xuan was slightly taken aback; it was too similar.

This skirt is remarkably similar to the horse-face skirt from my previous life. The only difference might be some of the external embellishments.

The city-state era was just beginning on the continent of Meteor Dragon, and at that time, there was no pursuit of elaborate and exquisite formal attire; the only thing that mattered was simplicity and elegance. This could be considered the style of the era.

With a wave of his hand, Wu Xuan stored all ten sets of clothing into his storage soul tool. "Qiu'er, take your time choosing. The maids will help you with your hair and makeup later."

"Mmm!" Wang Qiu'er nodded repeatedly; these unique costumes, which he had never seen before, were very attractive to him.

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As dusk fell, Wu Xuan was already fully dressed. He had chosen a black robe embroidered with silver dragon patterns, a sapphire-encrusted belt around his waist, and two pairs of silver metal arm guards carved with dragon designs. He looked exceptionally heroic.

A short while later, the door to Wang Qiu'er's room slowly opened. Unlike her usual simple and stylish outfit, Wang Qiu'er looked like a completely different person. Her long, light blue hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and she wore a silver-white short shirt. The silver-white fabric made her skin look as white as snow, while the dragon-patterned skirt on her lower body perfectly showcased her slender figure.

Wang Qiu'er was momentarily stunned when she saw Wu Xuan, clearly taken aback by his attire. However, she quickly felt uncomfortable under Wu Xuan's direct gaze and coughed lightly, "What, am I dressed strangely?"

"No, it's very beautiful," Wu Xuan said, unusually frankly. Wang Qiu'er was delighted, but she didn't show it on her face, because the steward who had come to lead the way had already arrived at the courtyard gate.

"Distinguished guests, the city lords have been waiting for you for quite some time." The old man placed his right hand on his chest and performed a strange yet elegant gesture.

"Okay, let's go then." Wu Xuan nodded slightly.

The old man led the two through winding streets to the city's central square. A huge pyre had been piled up in the center of the square, surrounded by twelve stone pillars carved into the shape of dragons. Hundreds of residents of Dragon Wolf City, dressed in their finest attire, had gathered there, holding torches and softly chanting ancient songs.

Under Hua An's warm welcome, Wu Xuan and his companion sat in the main seats in front of the square, and the other city lords hurriedly stepped forward to greet them respectfully.

At the city lord's command, the bonfire in the center of the square was lit, and flames shot into the sky, illuminating the entire night. The residents of Dragon Wolf City began to dance around the bonfire, their movements sometimes as agile as wolves, sometimes as graceful as dragons.

"Your Majesty Ling Tian, ​​Miss Qiu'er, what follows is the most sacred and ancient dance of my Dragon Wolf City, the Dragon Dance. Please give us your guidance and enjoyment," Hua An said with a smile.

Wu Xuan smiled slightly, picked up his wine glass, and offered a toast from afar.

As twelve dancers dressed in striking red outfits entered the center of the plaza, each carrying a long staff topped with a transparent crystal, a melodious flute tune accompanied their movements. The dancers' staffs traced graceful arcs in the air, releasing a vibrant energy through the crystals and leaving dazzling streaks of light in the night sky.

Even more astonishingly, these streaks of light condensed in the air and gradually formed miniature dragon-shaped light and shadow.

Twelve luminous dragons swirled and danced in the air, sometimes intertwining, sometimes separating, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Wang Qiu'er watched intently, and then excitedly clapped her hands.

Wu Xuan nodded, a thoughtful glint in his eyes: "This is not just a dance, but a manifestation of blood energy. In Douluo Continent, only Beast Soul Masters who have reached the Soul Saint level can do that."

As the dance reached its climax, the twelve light dragons suddenly converged, forming a giant light dragon that soared into the sky, circled three times in the night sky, and then transformed into countless points of light that fell like a beautiful rain of stars.

The twelve dancers, panting heavily, bowed deeply to the main seat before quickly leaving the square.

The entire audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers. Hua An nodded in satisfaction and gestured for the waiters to bring out specially made drinks and various exotic delicacies, and the party entered a free and celebratory phase.

Wu Xuan and Wang Qiu'er savored delicacies they had never seen before—sweet wine brewed from dragon's breath fruit, roasted dragon-scale beast meat, and more. Throughout the event, nobles and powerful figures from Dragon Wolf City came to greet them, and the two responded politely, gradually becoming part of this unique and grand gathering.

As night deepened and the campfire grew smaller, the party drew to a close. It could be said that the latter half of the banquet was entirely Wu Xuan's domain. Because of the lively atmosphere, the city lords began to subtly inquire about cultivation problems, and Wu Xuan readily obliged, explaining each one to them. As the host, Hua An, thanks to Wu Xuan's guidance, actually broke through one level on the spot, officially crossing the threshold of level ninety-five Super Douluo.

Wang Hong officially became the twenty-first Super Douluo in the recorded history of the Meteor Dragon Continent. The old man was so excited that he almost knelt down before Wu Xuan.

Wu Xuan naturally raised his hand to stop him. To him, these two words of guidance were nothing. Wang Hong had already accumulated enough knowledge; all he needed to do was break through this barrier.

(End of this chapter)