Mortal: I am the young sect master of the Thousand Illusions Sect

Before long, the airship landed in front of a mountain peak.

This peak is majestic and entirely black. Halfway up the mountain, more than a dozen caves are carved into the mountainside, connected one after another. The entrances of the caves are all shrouded in a soft, spiritual light, which is completely different from the gloomy atmosphere along the way.

This is the residence that the Ghost Spirit Sect prepared for the Thousand Illusions Sect.

At the entrance of the cave, dozens of maids dressed in plain clothes bowed their heads and waited. Each of them was respectful and had a restrained aura, clearly indicating that they were all carefully selected cultivators.

The three elders of the Ghost Spirit Sect stepped forward and pointed to the maid in the lead, who had a delicate appearance and a calm demeanor: "This is the head maid in charge of receiving your sect. You can discuss anything with her."

After saying this, the three of them bowed and turned into three black shadows, quickly disappearing at the end of the mountain path.

The head maid stepped forward, her voice soft yet clear: "Greetings to the seniors and fellow Daoists of the Thousand Illusions Sect. Spiritual tea, spiritual fruits, a quiet room, and all necessary items have been prepared in the cave. Please follow us."

After saying that, she raised her hand to signal, and the maids stepped forward one after another, leading the Thousand Illusion Sect members to their respective caves.

Su Mixin glanced around and saw that her cave was located right next to Qi Danyan and the Myriad Transformations Old Demon, the most convenient location, which was obviously a deliberate arrangement.

He bowed to the two elders and, guided by the maid, stepped into his cave. The stone door slowly closed behind him, shutting out the cold and noise of the outside world.

The stone gate closed, the chill vanished instantly, and the eerie atmosphere outside was completely different.

Su Mixin's gaze swept across the cave, where the luxurious furnishings contrasted sharply with the gloomy atmosphere of the mountain gate.

The dome's luminous pearls cast a soft glow, while the ground, a piece of warm jade, felt gentle and soothing.

On the pear wood table to the left, a white porcelain tea set with ice crack patterns is served with fine tea, its aroma delicate and elegant.

A soft couch beside it was covered with a sable fur rug, and a light silk curtain fluttered in the breeze.

The quiet room on the right is framed by thousand-year-old sandalwood, with a black jade plaque reading "Tranquility" hanging high above.

Inside, the cold jade bed is surrounded by the white mist of the spiritual spring, and the jade ornaments displayed in the nearby multi-treasure pavilion all contain spiritual energy.

Su Mixin calmed herself down, sat on the cold jade bed, and after a brief inspection of the cave to ensure it was unobstructed, closed her eyes to regulate her breathing, and quietly awaited the day of her birthday the next day.

Just as Su Mixin had settled down, suddenly, the barrier outside the door was activated. He frowned and had no choice but to go out and investigate.

Upon opening the cave gate, a maidservant was waiting eagerly outside. When she saw Su Mixin emerge, she immediately cupped her hands and presented her with a gilded invitation.

"This humble servant greets the young sect master of the Thousand Illusions Sect. I am Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect. Tonight at three-quarters past dusk, I will be hosting a banquet to entertain the young talents from various sects who have come to attend this birthday celebration."

"I have specially sent myself to deliver this invitation to you, and respectfully invite all the outstanding talents of your clan to attend the banquet tonight."

Su Mixin took the invitation without looking at it closely.

He said calmly, "I understand. My sect's disciples will attend the banquet on time."

The maid bowed and took her leave.

After the maid's figure disappeared into the distance, Su Mixin lowered her eyes and unfolded the gilded invitation in her hand, carefully scanning the contents on it.

I have long heard of Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect. This person is not only as famous as me among the six sects of the demonic path, but also the two are often compared because they both have different spiritual roots.

Moreover, as one of the villainous supporting characters who received considerable attention in the original novel's human realm arc, he couldn't help but feel a bit interested.

After a moment's thought, Su Mixin took out several communication talismans, tapped them with her fingertips, and sent out messages one by one, summoning Xin Ruyin, Su Han, and Ye Huawen to come to her cave immediately for a meeting.

Su Mixin decided to bring these three along to the banquet, but she did not inform Lu Xin, Li Chongyue and other Core Formation elders. With so many Nascent Soul ancestors gathered here, and under the cover of divine senses from all sides, there was no danger.

Before long, the three arrived one after another and entered the cave.

Su Mixin frankly told everyone about attending the banquet, and instructed them to be cautious and observe the movements of all parties when they went to the Ghost Spirit Sect's young master's banquet that night.

After explaining all this, he suddenly remembered something and took out another sound transmission talisman to send to Li Chongyue.

Li Chongyue has always had a wide circle of friends, including many acquaintances within the six sects of the demonic path.

Su Mixin specifically instructed him to take advantage of the day to connect with his friends in the Ghost Spirit Sect and gather some useful information.

As night deepened, it was soon 5:45 PM.

Su Mixin, along with Xin Ruyin, Su Han, and Ye Huawen, went out as agreed, where a Ghost Spirit Sect maid was already waiting to lead the way.

The group boarded a magical flying boat that had been prepared in advance, and rode the wind over high mountains and secluded valleys. Before long, they arrived at the foot of a strange peak surrounded by spiritual energy.

The maid leading the way introduced, "This peak is called Biluo Peak, and it is the private territory of our sect's young master, Wang Chan. Tonight, we will be hosting a banquet for you all here."

Su Mixin secretly sighed in amazement: "Tsk tsk tsk, this Wang Chan is even more arrogant than me. I'm still staying at my parents' temple, while he's already occupying a spiritual vein all by himself."

The mountaintop is shrouded in clouds, with magnificent palaces hidden among the mist. The grand and elegant Biluo Palace is located here, and tonight's banquet for young talents will be held in this palace.

When everyone ascended the steps and entered the palace, they saw a circle of more than ten round tables set up in the hall.

The hall was already full of guests, with all the prodigies from various sects taking their seats. Most of the seats were occupied, with only a few empty ones remaining.

It seems that the Thousand Illusions Sect group was the last guests to arrive.

With light footsteps, Su Mixin, dressed in a white brocade robe with gold thread, walked at the front with a tall and elegant posture, exuding a noble and serene air.

Behind her stood Xin Ruyin, her figure graceful, her eyes cool and gentle, her temperament otherworldly.

Su Han is dashing and spirited.

Ye Huawen also had a calm and composed demeanor, and the four of them together were particularly eye-catching.

The moment the four of them slowly stepped into the main hall, the lively chatter inside quietly subsided.

The cultivators and geniuses from various sects in the hall subconsciously turned their heads, and all their gazes fell on Su Mixin and her companions. Some were curious and scrutinizing, some were secretly speculating, and some were wary and scrutinizing.

The young master of the Thousand Illusions Sect, a legendary top genius on par with Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, is the direct descendant of a Nascent Soul giant and possesses top-tier aptitude with a unique spiritual root. This caused everyone in the hall to frequently turn their heads to look at him, and whispers of discussion arose.

Su Mixin ignored the many gazes, her expression remaining calm and composed. She glanced lightly at everyone in the hall and followed the maid leading the way, walking slowly toward the reserved seats.

The Thousand Illusions Sect members were seated at a round table on the front right side of the hall, very close to the main table.

The four of them took their seats one by one. As soon as they were seated and had settled down, Su Mixin subconsciously looked up at the main table in the center of the hall.

Seated in the main seat was a young cultivator who appeared to be in his early twenties. He had an extremely handsome and dashing face with well-defined features and exquisite eyes and brows, making him a truly first-rate good-looking man.

However, this person's aura was completely devoid of any clarity or gentleness. He was covered by a black robe with wide sleeves, the fabric of which was embroidered with eerie and mysterious patterns, exuding a chilling and sinister aura.

What's most striking is the heavy, dark eyeshadow smudged at the corners of his eyes, making his eyes appear deep and dark, with a hint of wicked arrogance in his gaze. His face is incomparably handsome, yet it is surrounded by an inescapable aura of sinister and eerie charm, making people feel apprehensive upon looking at him.

Without a doubt, this person must be Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Their eyes suddenly met across the distance.

Su Mixin's gaze was calm and indifferent, her expression unwavering as she met his eyes without showing the slightest fear.

Wang Chan, seated in the main seat, had his gaze fixed on Su Mixin and her entourage ever since they entered the hall.

At this moment, he made no attempt to hide his gaze, staring directly at Su Mixin. A hint of amusement and scrutiny flashed in his eyes, along with a touch of hidden brilliance and rivalry between peers, subtly creating a tense atmosphere of confrontation.

Su Mi chuckled inwardly. This young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, Wang Chan, was indeed as described in the original work, ultimately narrow-minded.

He and Wang Chan had never met before, were strangers to each other, and had no grudges against each other. However, just because the two had similar backgrounds, were equally talented, and both possessed top-tier aptitudes of different spiritual roots, they were frequently compared by the cultivation world of Tianluo Kingdom, which caused this young master to develop such obvious hostility towards him.

It should be noted that the great war of the demonic invasion is imminent and could break out at any moment. The Ghost Spirit Sect and the Thousand Illusions Sect are currently in the process of forming an alliance, and their relationship is in a rare honeymoon period.

Moreover, the Ghost Spirit Sect is obsessed with the Yue Kingdom. Not only does it have to compete with sects such as the Spirit Control Sect and the Demon Flame Sect, but it also has to be wary of rising stars like the Blood Slaughter Sect. Its situation is not very stable.

At this moment, the Thousand Illusions Sect is both a bystander observing from the sidelines and a pivotal force capable of influencing the situation. Logically and emotionally, the Thousand Illusions Sect should be the target that the Ghost Spirit Sect tries its best to win over.

As the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, Wang Chan should have adopted a friendly attitude towards his younger brother, the young master of the Thousand Illusions Sect.

However, he was trapped by his empty fame, unable to let go of his pride and jealousy, and thus revealed such hostility, which was hardly wise.

The atmosphere was somewhat tense because the two young masters of the two factions were staring at each other in silence.

Even the low murmurs inside the hall gradually subsided, and everyone's gaze fell either on Wang Chan in the main seat or on Su Mixin, with even their breathing unconsciously becoming lighter.

At this moment, at the table opposite the Thousand Illusions Sect, a man dressed in a white silk robe with flowing cloud patterns suddenly chuckled, breaking the silence.

He looked to be no more than twenty years old, and was extremely handsome and striking.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her eyes like autumn waters rippling across the surface, and her features were so exquisite that they were almost otherworldly. She possessed both the handsomeness of a man and the gentleness of a woman, making it difficult to tell whether she was male or female at first glance.

But amidst that radiance, there was a hint of nonchalant frivolity, and a playful smile lingered in her eyes and brows.

He rested his chin on one hand, his fingertips lightly tapping the table. His gaze, like a hook, swept back and forth between Su Mixin and Wang Chan. His eyes were direct and mischievous, clearly seeing the undercurrent of tension between the two. He couldn't wait for these two top talents to clash on the spot so he could enjoy a good show.

Seeing that the two were still just facing each other from a distance without making any move, he was somewhat disappointed.

He raised an eyebrow, his voice deliberately soft yet clearly carrying throughout the hall: "Oh dear, the way Young Master Wang and Young Master Su are gazing at each other with such 'affectionate eyes' is making us onlookers almost unable to contain ourselves."

"What, are they competing to see who has the stronger aura, or secretly vying for spiritual power?"

Upon hearing this, several low chuckles rippled through the hall, instantly making the previously tense atmosphere subtly awkward.

Many people looked at him with a knowing look, clearly aware that he was known for his love of joining in the fun and stirring up trouble.

He himself, however, paid no attention to the gazes of others, and continued to watch Su Mixin and Wang Chan with great interest, his eyes revealing no intention of watching the show.

Su Mixin turned her head and, the moment she saw the handsome man, instantly recognized his identity.

He rose, cupped his hands in greeting, and said loudly, "I presume you are Tian Buque, the young sect leader of the Hehuan Sect? I am Su Mixin, and I have long admired your name."

When Tian Buque saw that Su Mixin recognized his identity so readily and greeted him so politely, the playful look in his eyes subsided slightly.

He immediately stood up, cupped his hands in return, and said in a soft yet cheerful voice, "Young Master Su, you are too kind. I have long heard of your extraordinary talent, and seeing you today, I can confirm your remarkable demeanor."

After a series of polite greetings, the atmosphere inside the hall completely relaxed. Just then, a soft tinkling sound of jade pendants came from outside the hall, indicating that all the guests had arrived and the banquet was about to begin.

Dozens of maids dressed in elegant palace attire filed in, each with graceful movements, carrying trays steadily, and showing no sign of panic.

Soon the table was filled with fragrant spiritual tea, refreshing spiritual wine, various fresh spiritual fruits, and delicacies cooked with the flesh of exotic beasts.

The table was filled with delicious food, its aroma filling the air. Everyone raised their glasses to enjoy the food, and the hall was filled with a lively and peaceful atmosphere as the banquet officially began.

Inside the hall, a variety of delicious dishes were laid out, and everyone was chatting and laughing happily. As the host, Wang Chan slowly rose from his seat.

His gaze swept calmly over the guests from all directions, his voice steady and resonant, clearly echoing throughout the entire Biluo Palace.

"I am deeply honored to have the young talents from various sects of Tianluo Kingdom gathered here today."

"You are all exceptionally talented among your peers, and you rarely get together as you live in different places."

He slightly raised his hand and gestured with his cup: "Today's banquet is only for the purpose of making friends among those seated here. We will not discuss sect positions or inquire about the conflicts in the cultivation world. I only hope that everyone can put aside their worries, drink heartily, chat freely, and reminisce about the friendship among peers."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Chan raised his hand and drank the spiritual wine in his jade cup to the brim, then smiled and gestured to the crowd.

Once Wang Chan was seated, the banquet officially began and reached its climax.

Su Mixin stopped paying attention to the miscellaneous matters in the hall and leisurely savored the spiritual wine and delicacies on the table.

In his spare time, he would either whisper or secretly communicate with Xin Ruyin, exchanging profound insights on the art of formations.

Although Su Mixin's knowledge of formations was at a beginner level, he had already decided to study it as soon as possible.

On the other side, Ye Huawen quietly approached Su Han to chat, but Su Han remained indifferent and aloof, always showing a cold and distant attitude towards him, unwilling to say much.

Su Mixin was sipping the spiritual wine in her cup. The wine was clear and sweet, and the spiritual energy slowly spread down her throat, making her mind more and more peaceful.

Just then, a series of steady footsteps approached. He looked up and saw that Wang Chan had left the main seat and was walking slowly toward his table.

His dark robe swayed gently in the wind, and the sinister coldness hidden deep in his eyes was even more intense than before.