In the days that followed, the Martial Masters and cultivators coming to Shanxi Town indeed behaved themselves much better.
What a joke.
Even Situ Yun, the renowned heir of Mount Lao Daoist Sect's Ghost Dao, had suffered a stifling loss. Wouldn't those wanderers of the martial world, far inferior to Situ Yun, have to tuck their tails between their legs?
Moreover, during this time, Chen Yan's deeds gradually began to spread.
Single-handedly slaughtering the Tiger Head Mountain Bandits, cutting down White Lotus Dao Soldiers, overpowering Evil Monk Yuantong, driving back Situ Yun, heir to the Ghost Dao...
As these feats spread one after another, Chen Yan's title, "Cold-Faced Divine Blade," also became widely known.
Well, whenever Chen Yan heard that nickname, the corner of his mouth would twitch.
Time passed into April of the Thirteenth Year of Chengping.
Just as the verse said: "The east wind sent a thousand flowering trees ablaze at night, then blew them down like stars falling in rain."
Though it described the splendor of the Lantern Festival, Mountain Creek in April already carried three parts of that imagery.
Though it was still daytime.
The bustle in the city did not lessen in the slightest.
Flowering trees lined both sides of the streets, pedestrians flowed like a tide, laughter and chatter rose without end, and stalls of every kind stretched down the roads.
Why was that?
Because today, Liu Xian'er, Great Performer Liu, famed as the foremost beauty of Spirit Prefecture, would arrive in Shanxi Town and host a grand banquet for martial heroes and cultivators who had come to lend their aid. She had also arranged acrobatics and lion dances for the people to enjoy.
As for the banquet's location, it had originally been set within Shanxi Town.
But after Chen Yan drove back Situ