Chapter 96: All Parties Gather, the Banquet Begins
as Scheduled, and All Forces on the Continent Head Towards the Same Location.
At Shrek Academy, Flander had already gone to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, leaving only Lan Minghua and his disciples, along with the other Shrek teachers.
When Lan Minghua woke up, the sun was already high in the sky, practically scorching his backside.
He rubbed his sleepy eyes and lazily said, "Hmm? Is it already midday? I think we're going to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School today? Oh well, a little later won't matter, after all, the main characters always make their grand entrance."
However, as soon as he opened the door, he found Oscar and the others already waiting outside.
Oscar pouted, somewhat disgruntled, and said, "Master, if we don't set off soon, we won't be able to participate in the Soul Master Exchange Competition."
Lan Minghua nonchalantly brushed his hair back, revealing his high forehead, and teased, "What's wrong? In such a hurry? Is someone trying to get your attention?"
Oscar was taken aback, then said helplessly, "Master, what are you saying? I'm in a hurry to test my current strength. What do you think we're waiting here for?"
Lan Minghua carefully examined him, and only after confirming he wasn't lying did he nod seriously.
After some thought, he had guessed which god wanted to harm Oscar.
A second-level god, the God of Food.
The reason was simple: the current Nine-Colored Goddess Ning Rongrong looked down on him.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda limited her future; she would ultimately only reach the Soul Saint level, and would never gain the favor of a god.
His previous statement was essentially a way of finding out if the God of Food had secretly harmed Oscar.
However, it seemed that the God of Food hadn't continued to harm Oscar.
Lan Minghua nodded, took out his flying sword, and said lazily, "Get on, prepare to depart."
"Yes, Master," Oscar and the other three replied in unison.
However, just as they left Shrek Academy, someone secretly began to monitor Wu Song.
Wu Song chuckled, but ignored these nobodies.
At this moment, the gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School were wide open, and a red carpet with gold embroidery was laid on the white jade steps.
On either side of each step stood a bronze crane lamp, its wick a fist-sized luminous pearl.
Even in daylight, the dazzling light of the pearls could be seen.
A mountain breeze blew, causing the lamplight to sway and illuminate the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School with a radiant glow.
Ning Rongrong, one of the main figures present, stood with Bone Douluo in front of the main hall to greet the guests.
She wore a flowing, moon-white dress with wide sleeves, the hem embroidered with pale gold auspicious cloud patterns, which fluttered gently in the wind.
She slightly raised her head, a hint of resentment in her eyes.
Her marriage alliance with Tang San was merely for the sake of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Otherwise, given her personality, she would never have agreed to the marriage.
Just then, the area below the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's gates was bustling with activity.
People from various factions arrived in colorful soul beast carriages, a dazzling and vibrant spectacle.
"Yu Yuanzhen, Sect Master Yu has arrived!"
Just then, a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School shouted.
The next moment, a dragon-horse carriage crackling with blue lightning descended from the sky, landing with a thud in front of Ning Rongrong and Bone Douluo.
Several direct disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan stood on the carriage, including Yu Tianxin.
"Brother Gu Rong, I hope you will accept this small token of my appreciation." Yu Yuanzhen's voice was like a booming bell, echoing through the mountains.
He waved his hand, and Yu Tianxin beside him immediately presented a sandalwood box. "This contains a 40,000-year-old soul bone. Consider it a small gift for my niece Rongrong."
Upon hearing this, the forces at the foot of the mountain were in an uproar.
Soul bones are extremely rare; even Soul Douluo-level Soul Masters might not possess a 40,000-year-old soul bone.
Bone Douluo smiled and returned the greeting: "Brother Yuan Zhen is joking. How can a 40,000-year-old soul bone be considered a meager gift? I am unworthy of such a gift
A white light streaked across the sky, and the carriage was pulled by three ice swans, causing the temperature to drop several degrees wherever it passed.
In an instant, it landed in front of Bone Douluo.
Xue Qinghe stepped down from the carriage and bowed to Bone Douluo, saying, "Qinghe greets Your Majesty Bone Douluo."
His gaze then fell directly on Ning Rongrong, "Congratulations on your joyous day, Rongrong."
Xue Qinghe was Ning Fengzhi's disciple and the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, so Ning Rongrong naturally wouldn't ignore him. She
quickly returned the bow, saying, "Greetings, Brother Qinghe."
Xue Qinghe chuckled and had a jade box brought out, "Inside is a 40,000-year-old soul bone, a gift from Father Emperor. It's a small gift, I hope my sister won't find it offensive."
"Thank you for the generous gift, brother, I will remember it," Ning Rongrong said.
Soon after, the Haotian Sect also arrived, but as a reclusive sect, they remained much more low-key.
After all, Qian Daoliu of the Spirit Hall was still around; if they didn't give him face, he might flip the table.
The Spirit Hall acted similarly, giving away a piece of 50,000-year-old soul power, causing a brief commotion before falling silent.
The Spirit Hall didn't want to continue promoting the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School; if it weren't for wanting to deal with Lan Minghua and win back the soul bone, they wouldn't have bothered coming to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The arrival of Davis, the representative of the Star Luo Empire, also caused a stir.
After all, the Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire were the only two entities on the continent that could be called empires.
Tang San and Dai Mubai, hidden in the shadows, kept their eyes fixed on Davis,
plotting how to secretly eliminate him.
However, just as the banquet was about to begin, the most important person still hadn't appeared.
"What's going on?" Tang San frowned, looking around. "Why hasn't Lan Minghua arrived yet?"
Not only Tang San, but also the Spirit Hall, Davis, and others were searching for Lan Minghua.
After all, they all knew what the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School wanted to do by inviting Lan Minghua, and they also wanted to see if Lan Minghua was so tough as to bring a bunch of burdens to the banquet.
Near the Spirit Hall's group stood a tall man, Hu Yanzhen, the sect leader of the Elephant Armor Sect.
Seeing that Lan Minghua hadn't appeared, he immediately mocked, "Hmph, what kind of bullshit Heavenly Dragon Gang is this? Looks like he's scared, he doesn't even dare to come to this mere Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. He even dares to try and provoke the Spirit Hall, truly shameless. "
He wanted to elevate the Spirit Hall by belittling Lan Minghua's Heavenly Dragon Gang.
However, Chrysanthemum Douluo coldly glanced at Hu Yanzhen and said in a cold voice, "Shut up! You ignorant fool, say another word and I'll kill you!"
Hu Yanzhen immediately broke out in a cold sweat, retreating dejectedly, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction.
As someone who had witnessed Lan Minghua's strength, how could Chrysanthemum Douluo allow others to belittle Lan Minghua?
To belittle Lan Minghua was tantamount to belittling his Chrysanthemum Pass.
However, all the factions had taken their seats, yet Lan Minghua was still nowhere to be seen.
"Damn it, is he really not coming?"
Tang San's face was so dark it could drip water; he had sacrificed so much for this day.
Bone Douluo, Tang Xiao, and Yu Yuanzhen also looked grim; their frustration was no less than Tang San's.
But the time was almost up, and Sword Douluo couldn't worry about that now, preparing to rise and announce the start of the banquet.
Just as he was about to speak, a whooshing sound suddenly came from the sky, and a huge flying sword, like a meteor, crashed heavily into the arena created for the Soul Master Exchange Tournament.
Five figures appeared and disappeared in the dust, and everyone squinted, wanting to see who this ruthless person was who dared to offend the three upper sects and still dared to attend their banquet.
Lan Minghua, with deadpan eyes and rubbing his exposed belly, slowly walked out.
He looked around at the familiar and unfamiliar faces, and said mockingly, "Looks like I'm not late."
(End of Chapter)
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