I'm in the world of cultivation, and I get a system for becoming a wealthy urban tycoon?

Wang's Restaurant, fourth floor.

Taibai Banquet Hall.

The banquet hall was nearly thirty feet in circumference, and the space was large enough to accommodate hundreds of people at the same time.

The golden-red tables and chairs are arranged with a good balance of density and spacing, and the tabletops have a warm, matte finish under the light.

A few spiritual plants were scattered along the edge of the windowsill, and occasionally a wisp of spiritual light would flash through the emerald green leaves, adding a touch of vitality to the already exquisite hall.

The wooden window is carved with exquisite dragon and phoenix patterns. The carving is delicate, and the scales and feathers of the dragons and phoenixes are clearly visible. Against the backdrop of the night outside the window, they seem as if they might break through the window at any moment.

At this moment, many cultivators were already standing among the tables and chairs.

These people were of varying ages and genders, and all of them were dressed in fine clothes.

They came from the Fang family, the Wang family, the Han family, and several other Golden Core level forces in and around Taibai Market.

At this moment, they gathered in small groups, chatting and making a lively scene.

However, although they were talking, they all looked somewhat distracted.

The younger generation, in particular, all seemed somewhat nervous.

Some people would occasionally reach out to straighten their clothes, some would look down to check if the jade pendant at their waist was in the correct position, and many more would keep glancing toward the banquet hall entrance.

They all knew that a noble young man had arrived at the market.

Our ancestor had gone to great lengths to invite this young nobleman to the banquet.

As the most outstanding young generation in their respective families, they were brought here by their ancestor with only one purpose—to befriend that noble young master.

Among them, some of the more beautiful female cultivators looked rather stiff, appearing even more nervous than the others in the crowd.

Their respective ancestors had said that the young nobleman's companion was actually a female cultivator from an inconspicuous little family in the Taibai Mountains!

What does this mean?

This suggests that this young nobleman doesn't seem to care much about his family background.

They also have the opportunity to climb this high branch!

Gaining the favor of that noble young master would be an incredible opportunity for the entire family!

As for their own thoughts and feelings, those are not important.

Born into a large family and nurtured by family resources from a young age, she naturally had little say in matters of marriage.

They had also heard from their ancestors that the young nobleman was as handsome as an immortal descended to earth, and had a very gentle temperament, making him a rare and perfect match.

Even so, they were still a little uneasy.

After all, in the eyes of the ancestors, as long as the other party's status is noble enough, even if their appearance is ordinary, they can be praised as an immortal descended to earth, and even if their temper is violent, they can be described as gentle.

Who knows how much of the truth was actually taken into account when the old man spoke?

Just then, someone in the crowd whispered, "That young master is coming up!"

Upon hearing this, all conversations in the banquet hall abruptly ceased.

The hall, which had been buzzing just moments before, suddenly fell silent, with only the soft whistling of the night wind outside the window remaining.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, their gazes converging on the direction of the gate.

Soon, footsteps came from the corridor, steady and orderly.

This was followed by bursts of enthusiastic laughter, the voices filled with eagerness, and even a hint of caution.

The voice sounded strangely familiar to the monks in the hall.

They looked at each other, a disbelief flashing in their eyes at the same time.

That sounds like... their ancestor's voice?

They never imagined that their high-ranking patriarch would be so enthusiastic.

You could even say it was somewhat ingratiating.

Just then, figures turned from the corridor into the main door.

The first person to walk in was a young boy.

The light from the lamps in the hall seemed to brighten the moment he stepped across the threshold.

The warm yellow light fell on his face, clearly outlining the contours of his features.

Her brow bone was high and straight, her nose bridge was as straight as if it had been carved by a knife, and her lips were well-defined but not sharp. What was most captivating were her eyes, with a pupil as deep as the night, yet as clear as if they held a pool of autumn water.

He exuded a unique aura, ethereal and otherworldly, as if he were at the center of the universe.

The air fell silent for a moment.

Those female cultivators who were secretly feeling uneasy now felt as if they could no longer breathe.

Their eyes widened, their gazes fixed on the figure, moving with his every step, as if drawn by an invisible thread.

When they finally came to their senses, a subtle shiver had spread from their spines throughout their bodies, a tingling, numb sensation with an indescribable thrill.

Some people clenched their hands unconsciously, some blushed involuntarily, and even their necks turned a faint pink. Some female cultivators even involuntarily squeezed their legs together, screaming silently in their hearts.

This...this is that young master??

Just as the ancestor said, he was like a celestial being descended to earth!

This is so beautiful!

Judging from this young master's appearance, even if he were a bit violent, they felt they could accept it!

Then, their gazes involuntarily shifted to the woman being held by Lu Yang's hand.

Lin Ying walked quietly beside Lu Yang, one hand held by his, her steps slow and gentle.

She was gentle and beautiful, with a remarkable appearance, but standing next to Lu Yang, she seemed to be just an accessory.

In the eyes of these female cultivators, Lin Ying was practically possessing a treasure that didn't belong to her.

Jealousy inevitably welled up in my heart.

Looking at Lin Ying and Lu Yang's intertwined hands, and at Lin Ying's natural posture close to Lu Yang's side, they wished they could take her place and stand in that position.

He held her hand, she was warmly flattered by a group of Golden Core elders, and she was surrounded by the gazes of the entire banquet hall.

The male cultivators looked at Lu Yang, who was surrounded by the patriarchs of various families, with eyes full of awe.

Especially when their gaze swept over the almost fawning smiles on their elders' faces, their hearts trembled violently, and they quickly lowered their heads slightly, not daring to look directly at Lu Yang.

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Lu Yang, holding Lin Ying's hand, entered the banquet hall surrounded by a group of Golden Core cultivators.

He walked with a leisurely pace, his gaze sweeping across the hall at a measured pace.

It must be said that the Wang family's restaurant does indeed have some historical and cultural significance.

The banquet hall is spacious and grand, with elegant and stylish furnishings that are luxurious yet tasteful.

Wang Qing leaned slightly forward, clasped his hands in front of him, and said warmly, "Young Master Lu, please take a seat. You are the main character today and should sit in the head seat."

Lu Yang nodded slightly, without refusing.

He led Lin Ying by the hand, and under Wang Qing's attentive guidance, they slowly walked towards the main table.

Lin Ying, who was standing next to Lu Yang, naturally felt the gazes coming from all directions.

Those gazes held curiosity and awe, but what made her heart race the most was the undisguised envy and even jealousy from the female cultivators in the hall.

Those are direct descendants of Golden Core families!

Among them is a direct descendant of the Fang family, whose status is probably no less than that of Nan Yue, right?

Lin Ying couldn't help but think of her best friend.

Now, the way they look at me is so envious, even jealous.

All of this was because of her junior brother Lu.

Thinking of this, Lin Ying pursed her red lips, and unconsciously tightened her grip on Lu Yang's hand, as if subconsciously confirming his presence.

Just then, Lu Yang's voice suddenly rang in her ear, tinged with a mischievous teasing: "Dear Senior Sister Lin, you seem a little nervous? Do you think I'm quite popular?"

Lin Ying pursed her lips and secretly looked up at Lu Yang.

Lu Yang was looking down at her, a smile on his face that she knew all too well.

He was a little mischievous, yet very gentle, as if he was teasing her or coaxing her.

Her heart pounded, and her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

She lowered her head and transmitted her voice, "...Junior Brother Lu is very popular. I...I..."

She even felt that she was not good enough for Junior Brother Lu.

However, whether out of stubbornness or for some other reason, she ultimately did not say those words.

Lu Yang looked down at Lin Ying's hesitant expression and his heart softened.

He didn't say anything, but simply reached out and gently wrapped his arm around Lin Ying's waist, pulling her closer to him.

With Lu Yang's arms around her waist in front of so many people, Lin Ying felt a rush of heat to her head, her mind went blank, and she even forgot her own name.

She kept her head down, a blush rising on her cheeks and spreading down her neck, even turning her earlobes bright red.

The female cultivators around them were green with envy at the sight.

Many female cultivators wanted to shout: Let go of that woman, come at me!

However, they only thought about it in their hearts.

No matter how much they longed for such a noble young man, they dared not be presumptuous in front of him.

The Golden Core cultivators around Lu Yang all kept their eyes down, pretending not to see anything, and continued to talk to Lu Yang as if nothing had happened.

Guided by Wang Qing, Lu Yang took his seat in the main seat.

Lin Ying naturally sat down next to him, right next to his arm.

Lin Mingyue and the other two were at a loss for what to do.

The three of them stood around the main table, looking at each other, none of them sure where they should sit.

After all, everyone else at the main table was a Golden Core cultivator. How could such insignificant people like them sit at the same table as a Golden Core True Person?

Lu Yang glanced at the three of them and said casually and gently, "Sit next to your sister."

Lin Mingyue and the other two were taken aback, then a surge of joy welled up in their hearts.

"My brother-in-law is invincible!!"

"Thank you, brother-in-law!"

They never dreamed that they would be able to sit at the same table and eat with Golden Core cultivators in their lifetime!

The three of them quickly sat down next to Lin Ying, their bottoms only touching half of the chair, their backs ramrod straight.

Seeing this, the group of Golden Core cultivators nearby twitched at the corners of their mouths, but dared not lash out.

It would be unimaginable under normal circumstances for several juniors at the Qi Refining stage to sit at the same table with them.

But since Lu Yang said it himself, they could only swallow their dissatisfaction.

The group exchanged glances, and then Fang Xun and a few of the strongest Golden Core cultivators immediately found seats near Lu Yang and sat down.

Guan Qiu naturally sat on the other side of Lu Yang, right next to his young master.

Soon, the main table was filled.

The remaining few early-stage Golden Core cultivators stood by the table, looking somewhat embarrassed.

None of the people at the main table are people they can afford to offend.

They could only smile warmly at Lu Yang, cup their hands in greeting, and say, "Young Master Lu, we'll sit at the table next to you and will come to offer our toasts later!"

Lu Yang nodded slightly: "Mm."