READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 14 - Attending the Banquet
Recently, Jun Jiuxiao discovered another useful function of 2233, which is to use it as a calendar and alarm clock.
Elder Pu had already investigated and reported to Jun Jiuxiao, “On Qianyuan Peak, the Grand Elder’s eldest disciple, Zong Yue, has recently broken through to the early stage of the Self-Severing Realm and has declared his intention to challenge the Holy Son and defeat him in a direct confrontation.”
Jun Jiuxiao didn’t respond but waved his hand to dismiss Elder Pu. Looking at the invitation to discuss tea and the Tao, he decided to attend.
Zong Yue, that useless fellow, didn’t know where his confidence came from. Jun Jiuxiao thought he would just entertain him and see if he could handle it.
Jun Jiuxiao asked 2233 to find if there were any tasks related to helping the female lead and getting revenge, such as humiliating someone who bullied her.
2233 indeed found a task: helping the female lead severely punish the provocateur. Jun Jiuxiao instructed it to release the task immediately.
He then sent a message to Ji Lanqing, asking her to accompany him to the tea party the next day.
After Ji Lanqing replied, Jun Jiuxiao stopped paying attention and started thinking about the next day.
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Early in the morning, Ji Lanqing stood outside Jun Jiuxiao’s cave residence, waiting patiently, doing what a maid should.
Jun Jiuxiao changed into a red robe today, his white hair still loose and cascading behind him, giving him an untamed yet somewhat enchanting beauty.
Jun Jiuxiao’s white hair wasn’t dyed for a non-mainstream look; it was naturally white. He had once tried to change its color using spiritual power, but it was unsuccessful.
White hair actually looked quite good and made him stand out, so Jun Jiuxiao decided to let it be.
Jun Jiuxiao took a closer look at Ji Lanqing, who had already reached the mid-stage of the Qi Gathering Realm. The female lead truly excelled in her cultivation speed.
Ji Lanqing was wearing the wide-sleeved fairy dress Jun Jiuxiao had given her. If one didn’t look at her face, she indeed appeared like a graceful fairy.
Jun Jiuxiao took Ji Lanqing to the banquet. On the way, he said in a cold and emotionless tone, “At the banquet, you represent me. Do you understand?”
Ji Lanqing responded softly, “This maid will not disgrace the Holy Son.”
“That’s not what I meant. I’m telling you not to hold back. If anyone dares to offend you, you should retaliate. If anything happens, I will back you up,” Jun Jiuxiao explained.
“Understood,” Ji Lanqing replied with an indescribable emotion in her tone, not daring to look at Jun Jiuxiao.
Jun Jiuxiao’s lips curled into a smirk. Ji Lanqing’s heart had finally shown a crack. All that was left was to gradually warm her up like boiling a frog.
When Jun Jiuxiao arrived at the banquet location on Xuan Bamboo Peak, the guests who were previously toasting and discussing tea fell silent and respectfully greeted him, “Holy Son.”
Jun Jiuxiao ignored them and directly took his seat at the main position with Ji Lanqing.
Xuan Bamboo Peak did not belong to anyone specifically; it was a place for core disciples of Xuantian Holy Land to discuss and debate.
As its name suggests, Xuan Bamboo Peak was covered in bamboo forests, and today’s banquet was held in one of these bamboo groves.
This banquet was initiated by Zhu Guangyuan, a core disciple of Qianyuan Peak, and naturally invited core disciples from various peaks.
Zhu Guangyuan was Zong Yue’s junior brother and also his loyal lackey. The banquet was meant to connect the core disciples of various peaks to support Zong Yue.
The invitation to Jun Jiuxiao was merely a formality; they didn’t genuinely expect him to attend.
In the past, they had sent many such invitations to Jun Jiuxiao, but he had never attended.
Jun Jiuxiao sat cross-legged in the main seat, asking Ji Lanqing to knead his shoulders. Ji Lanqing obediently knelt beside him and massaged his shoulders with her soft and boneless hands, which felt very comfortable.
The female lead indeed had a unique charm, with a faint fragrance wafting into Jun Jiuxiao’s nose, which was very pleasant.
If it weren’t for the important business at hand, Jun Jiuxiao would have thoroughly enjoyed it.
The host of the banquet, Zhu Guangyuan, had not yet arrived. The crowd, upon seeing Jun Jiuxiao in the main seat, remained silent.
As the Holy Son of Xuantian Holy Land, Jun Jiuxiao’s status was revered. Except for the Holy Lord and Ancestor, no one had a higher status than him, so sitting in the main position was justified.
However, Qianyuan Peak’s Grand Elder’s faction had always been at odds with the Holy Lord. The Grand Elder’s eldest disciple in Qianyuan Peak had recently broken through to the Self-Severing Realm and declared his intention to challenge Jun Jiuxiao. It was clear to everyone that this was a move to show their defiance.
Jun Jiuxiao’s presence in the main seat was also a form of warning and demonstration, signaling that as the Holy Son, everyone should submit to him. His move was a direct assertion of dominance.
Jun Jiuxiao did not speak, and the crowd dared not say anything, creating a moment of silence.
Jun Jiuxiao didn’t overly trouble the guests present. The people attending the banquet today did not necessarily support Qianyuan Peak.
He soon smiled and said, “Everyone, please continue. I’m just curious about what this tea party and discussion will be like. I came on a whim to see, so just pretend I’m not here.”
In their hearts, the guests complained, thinking, with such a prominent person sitting in the main seat, how can we pretend he’s not here?
But due to Jun Jiuxiao’s strength and status, they dared not voice their complaints. They could only grumble internally while maintaining respectful smiles on their faces.
The guests resumed their conversations, but it was less natural and casual than before, with more attention focused on the entrance.
Jun Jiuxiao closed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought. If it weren’t for Ji Lanqing still kneading his shoulders, the guests might have thought he was asleep.
After a while, the host of the banquet, Zhu Guangyuan, arrived with two disciples from Qianyuan Peak. The crowd fell silent again.
Zhu Guangyuan quickly noticed Jun Jiuxiao sitting in the main seat. Though startled internally, he maintained a composed exterior, showing respect to Jun Jiuxiao and taking a seat at a lower position.
The guests looked around, engaged in various conversations and laughter, with wine cups clinking, but their thoughts were different.
Some were contemplating placing bets, some were thinking about how to extricate themselves without offending anyone, and others were eager to watch the drama, hoping to see a confrontation between Zhu Guangyuan and Jun Jiuxiao.
If Jun Jiuxiao knew their thoughts, he would only sneer and say, Zhu Guangyuan, does he even deserve to have his name mentioned alongside mine?
Jun Jiuxiao’s mere presence at the banquet meant victory for him. His status as the Holy Son of Xuantian Holy Land meant that, firstly, his authority was unassailable, and secondly, Zhu Guangyuan could not match him in strength.
In the world of cultivation, strength was paramount. The main reason Jun Jiuxiao could hold the position of Holy Son was his overwhelming strength compared to his peers in the Xuantian Holy Land.