Wang Tianwen advanced to Core Formation Layer 3, and both Wang Qingshan and Wang Qiuming were happy for him.
No wonder the Central Plains Cultivation World placed such importance on Confucius's birthday. With Nascent Soul Cultivators expounding the Dao, who wouldn't like that?
Wang Qingshan sent someone to inquire about it. On Confucius's birthday, not only the Great Yan Dynasty but the entire Central Plains Cultivation World held grand celebrations. Quite a few Nascent Soul Cultivators would expound the Dao—something nearly impossible elsewhere. Nascent Soul Cultivators lecturing every year? It would already be excellent if they did so once every few decades. This alone showed how formidable the Central Plains Cultivation World was. This was only a market at the border, yet it had three Nascent Soul Cultivators. Wouldn't there be even more in the heartland of the Great Yan Dynasty?
"Tianwen, congratulations!"
Wang Qingshan and Wang Qiuming congratulated Wang Tianwen. Wang Qiuming's face showed envy. A month of enlightenment had spared him years of bitter cultivation.
Wang Tianwen beamed. "My luck was good this time. Seventh Great-Uncle, Uncle Qiuming, we can head to Golden Swallow Market now."
Wang Qingshan nodded and had Wang Qiuming gather the clan members before leading them toward the Teleportation Hall.
A wave of white radiance lit up beneath their feet, swallowing their figures.
Wang Qingshan only felt a flash of white light before his eyes. Once it faded, he found himself in a far more spacious hall. More than a dozen Teleportation Arrays stood within, while a hubbub filled his ears.
After walking out of the hall, Wang Qingshan discovered that they were standing atop a high platform. From there, they could clearly see more than half of the market.
Buildings stood in dense, orderly rows. Great numbers of cultivators came and went, and