After being reborn as an ugly cannon fodder, my appearance stats are off the charts!

Yan An, dressed in a white robe made of cloud brocade and snow-white satin, stood on the glazed tower, gazing at the scenery outside the window.

Tonight is the Lingchun Banquet.

It was already getting dark.

The city was brightly lit.

The closer one gets to the Lanyue Pavilion at the summit of Luofeng Mountain, the brighter it becomes, almost like daytime.

From a distance, it looked like a fairy mountain or island floating above the town.

The nose is filled with various aromas of wine and flowers, some light and some strong. These aromas are not chaotic, but rather blended together in perfect harmony.

Having been here for only a few days, Yan An felt as if he had been completely intoxicated by the fragrance.

Martial arts practitioners attending the Lingchun Banquet, once inside Ruiyun City, will find themselves relatively safe, as long as they don't deliberately seek out shady alleys and back alleys...

Then, everything you see is magnificent and dreamlike, everything you smell is fragrant and intoxicating, and the food is exquisite. There are also beautiful musicians and dancers playing and dancing in the various restaurants. It's like stepping into a gentle paradise paved with brocade. Once you get used to it, you won't feel anything unusual. You'll only feel extremely happy.

However, having already learned from Chu Chenhuan about the various conspiracies and sinister arrangements behind the city, Yan An found it difficult to become engrossed in them.

His gaze fell on the lakeside pavilion not far below.

Several guards pulled a body from the lake and quickly carried it away.

"Holy Son, your subordinate is late!" Blood Peak's voice rang out from behind.

Yan An turned around, looked him over, and nodded after observing his attire, demeanor, and bearing.

At this Spring Festival banquet, Yan An will attend as the Holy Son.

The role of the Young Demon Lord will naturally still be played by Xue Feng.

For some reason, Yan An couldn't help but glance at Xue Feng a couple more times.

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Luofeng Mountain.

Hundreds of seats have already been set up on the white jade platform, but the guests have not yet taken their seats.

The outer side of Baiyutai is equipped with a white jade railing, from which one can enjoy the view of the city lights below. The inner side is built against the mountain with a corridor, where exquisite pavilions are scattered. At the very center is a shallow pool with flowing water, named Lingchun Wine Pool.

Looking up, the more magnificent and eye-catching building at a higher elevation is the Lanyue Pavilion.

There were supposed to be only three seats in the pavilion, but tonight there was an extra one, right next to one of the seats.

Those who were seated couldn't help but keep glancing at that spot.

Some people's gazes swept over the young demon lord "Yan An", the young manor lord Han Tianshuo, and the young city lord Zhongli Wuji, who were already seated in the best position on the white jade platform.

Thinking of the recent news from Yangcheng, he understood something. The extra seat in Lanyue Pavilion must belong to the mysterious Holy Son of the Hidden Demon Sect.

Night had fallen completely, and the city below the mountain was bathed in a river of light, with fiery trees bursting into bloom.

The lights on the mountain were even brighter, the light and shadow intertwined, and the sounds of singing, laughter, conversation, and the clinking of glasses filled the air.

Until a figure in white appeared silently on the Lan Yue Pavilion.

Such cold white robes, such godlike and demonic movements, could only belong to E Feng, and only E Feng.

But the silence that followed was not because of E Feng.

Instead, beside E Feng, stood a white-robed figure seemingly shrouded in a timeless radiance.

It was a figure beyond description. One only needs to know that his appearance was truly breathtaking, mesmerizing, and dreamlike, making one forget to breathe, causing the wine in one's mouth to lose its taste, and even the fairyland-like city of Ruiyun around him to lose its luster in an instant because of his presence.

How could such a being be a human being?

His appearance at the Moon-Viewing Pavilion must mean he is a deity residing in the moon.

Lanyue Pavilion, meaning "to embrace the moon".

The word "揽" (lǎn) is too greedy.

Why should a human dwelling reach out and grasp things from the heavens?

The gods heard someone calling this name from the moon and were displeased with the name "Embracing the Moon." So they descended to the mortal world to make everyone understand how one-sided their offense was.

Faced with an existence so high and distant throughout eternity, whose unattainable nature is immediately apparent, any thoughts that arise are utterly delusional and laughable...

Everyone stared blankly at the figure, unable to look away.

"Holy Son," E Feng said with a mocking smile, "look at them, don't they look like a bunch of silly geese? Aren't they hilarious?"

Yan An couldn't manage a smile.

Looking at his indifferent expression, E Feng then looked at the crowd below, shook his head, and said, "I really want to twist all their overstretched necks into other shapes." His voice was eerie and possessed a strange inner strength that could make listeners' blood boil and their minds be injured.

The crowd became alert, but a few particularly lustful individuals still recklessly stared at Yan An.

Holy Son?

How could such a being be a member of the Hidden Demon Cult?

A short, sharp whooshing sound rang out, and the men suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Those who were acquainted with several of them dared not speak out against their anger.

Soon, a man dressed in a crimson robe, exuding an imposing aura, entered the Lan Yue Pavilion.

This person was exceptionally tall and imposing, with a strong and well-defined physique, yet his face was delicate and refined; the combination of features did not appear out of place at all.

He stands like a pine tree, moves like the wind, and possesses an extraordinary demeanor.

It was Xie Shihong, the owner of Zhaoyue Manor.

"I am Yan An, a junior disciple of the Hidden Demon Sect. I have long admired the name of Alliance Leader Jie."

Xie Shihong stood not far away with his hands behind his back, gazing intently at Yan An with deep eyes. After a long while, he sighed and said, "You should have been my disciple."

"Yan'an?" Xie Shihong pondered these two words. "You are now the Holy Son, but the Holy Son has never uttered this name in front of my second disciple."

Otherwise, Han Tianshuo would have known long ago that the Holy Son and the Young Demon Lord were actually the same person.

"This junior wishes to wait for the young master to discover it himself, and humbly requests that Alliance Leader Jie refrain from revealing this matter for the time being." Yan An bowed with his hands clasped.

"You really like my second apprentice? You even gave him a token of your love?"

"Alliance Leader, you flatter me. I am just a friend of the Young Master." Yan An said, glancing up at Xie Shihong, who was momentarily speechless under her gaze.

E Feng's lazy voice rang out, as if it were poisonous, "Jie Shihong, instead of using this time to interrogate my holy son, you should think carefully about whether the good disciple you specially trained can still hold his sword on the day of the life-or-death battle... You might as well admit defeat now."

Xie Shihong snapped out of his daze, snorted coldly, and sat down imposingly in one of the seats.

There was only one empty seat left in the Moon-Viewing Pavilion.

Suddenly, for a fleeting moment, the light inside the pavilion seemed to be covered and swallowed by a flowing, abyss-like darkness.

A figure in a black robe emerged from the shadows, or rather, wherever he went, darkness descended.

Several glass lamps flickered around, and soon the light stabilized, and the darkness receded from the shadowy corners.

Yan An saw a person with extremely regular features, so regular that it looked like a character created by AI modeling.

It looks nice, but it lacks a sense of life.

"This junior greets Lord Zhongli with open arms."

Before Yan An could even blink, Zhong Lijun had already appeared in front of him, reached out and pinched his cheek.

After pinching, he nodded.

The next second, the person was already sitting down in their seat again.

His sitting posture resembled that of a meditating temple deity, serene as if his soul had been detached.

If Zhongli Wuji is only somewhat like a human-machine interface...

Then Zhong Lijun simply comes across as a fake.