Foundation Establishment Banquet

The three entered the Bamboo Forest and knelt before the gravestone. For a moment, Liu Xiaolou could not contain his feelings, choking out, "Teacher, our Three Xuan Sect has made something of itself! Xiaofang has achieved Foundation Establishment! We have two Foundation Establishment cultivators now! Back then, not even all of Wulong Mountain had one, but now our Three Xuan Sect has two!"

Fang Buai also poured out a bowl of wine. "Old Sect Leader, this disciple has achieved Foundation Establishment. If you know this in the world below, please bless your disciple. This time, when I returned from the Southern Sea, I specially brought the old Sect Leader some local delicacies. Please have a taste."

As he spoke, he took a golden, crisp roast goose from his storage artifact and hung it from the bamboo pole before the grave. Then came another, and another, until an entire row hung there.

Great White, who had rushed over in haste, flapped its wings and made a sharp stop three zhang away. It raised its head to inspect the row of roast geese, glanced at Fang Buai, shook its head, and paced away in deep disappointment.

Little Black, however, did not leave with it as usual. Instead, it remained where it was. After Great White had gone, it suddenly turned into a streak of black lightning and shot over the row of roast geese.

A row of teeth marks, with one front tooth missing in the middle.

Fang Buai promptly took out another goose from his storage artifact and used it to fill the gap.

Liu Xiaolou gave him a sidelong look. "Just how many did you bring back?"

Fang Buai sighed with feeling. "A great many... a great many..."

After the worship was over, Fang Buai had Zhou Tong carry the