Bai Suzhen Appears
Upon hearing this, the Ghost General was filled with surprise. The maid beside him bowed and said, "I never imagined that Mr. Yue is not only a highly talented cultivator, but also a person who cares deeply for all living beings. I admire Yu Ji greatly."
"Madam, please don't be so kind. Yue Qianchou, am unworthy of such praise." Yue Qianchou returned the greeting with great humility, then suddenly paused, asking, "Madam, what is your name?"
The maid glanced at the Ghost General and smiled, "My name Yu Ji. Has the gentleman heard of my name before?"
Yue Qianchou's face twitched as he looked at the Ghost General and asked, "Could it be that the Great General's name is Xiang Yu?"
"Xiang Yu?" The Ghost General paused for a moment, then said, "Who is Xiang Yu? I am Meng Yan, and I never change my name or surname."
Yue Qianchou breathed a sigh of relief and quickly bowed to apologize, saying, "I was just talking nonsense. Please don't take offense, General and Madam." But in his heart, he muttered to himself, "I must set a rule for my descendants that they must not marry a woman named Yu Ji. In my previous life, there was Xiang Yu who died young, and in this life, I've met Meng Yan. It seems that women named Yu Ji are destined to bring misfortune to their husbands."
"Mr. Yue, there's no need for such formalities. You must have misremembered my name." The Ghost General, who was a full head taller than Yue Qianchou, reached out his large hand to support him and glanced at the long table where the fruit platter had been removed. "Would you be willing to accompany me to the main tent for a drink, sir?"
Yue Qianchou laughed and said, "How dare I disobey!"
The Ghost General laughed heartily, then led Yu Ji off the stage and headed towards a large tent not far behind. Yue Qianchou nodded to the disciples of various sects, indicating that they didn't need to worry, and then followed the two of them.
The disciples from all sects were now utterly awestruck by him. In just a short while, through all their sleight of hand, he had become a guest of honor at the Ghost General's court. They figured their lives should be safe now. Many suddenly remembered what they had told Yue Qianchou earlier: that if they could leave the Demon Ghost Domain alive, they would give themselves to him. But they had only thought about it briefly and hadn't taken it to heart, knowing it was a joke and believing Yue Qianchou wouldn't take it seriously either. This was all perfectly reasonable to them.
Inside the large tent, food and wine were plentiful, and the host and guests sat in turn, raising their cups to toast each other.
After a few drinks, Ghost General Meng Yan suddenly asked, "Which sect does Mr. Yue cultivate in?"
Yue Qianchou replied, "Fu Xian Island."
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Meng Yan's expression had turned somewhat unpleasant, and the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became a little awkward. Yu Ji, who was beside him, tugged at him and softly called out, "General."
Meng Yan drank his wine without looking to the side and said, "In the world outside, is the Li family still ruling?" Yu Ji, who was beside him, smiled apologetically at Yue Qianchou.
Yue Qianchou smiled and nodded, indicating that it was alright, but his mind was racing and he had already made some guesses. He said calmly, "The royal family of the Huaxia Empire is indeed surnamed Li. I just don't know if it is the Li family that the general mentioned."
Meng Yan snorted and said, "It seems that Fu Xian Island is currently in the top position in the Cultivation World! As long as Fu Xian Island doesn't collapse, it's unlikely that the Chinese nation will change hands. As a disciple of Fu Xian Island, how could you not know this?"
In this era, no matter how strong a country's military power is, it is impossible to compete with the Cultivation World. The power comparison is not even on the same level. It is impossible for a royal family to sit on the throne peacefully without a powerful cultivation sect as its backer.
Yue Qianchou had long understood these things, but he never expected that the Chinese imperial family's backer would actually be Fu Xian Island. He could tell from Meng Yan's words that this was something he had never thought of. But thinking about it, it made sense. Besides Fu Xian Island, what other sect in the Cultivation World had the strength to support the Li family in ruling for thousands of years? It seemed that the Li family's rise to power was around the same time as Fu Xian Island's, both thousands of years ago.
Yue Qianchou, "I am merely a Foundation Establishment Realm disciple from Fu Xian Island. The general may be right, but I truly do not know."
"You're still in the Foundation Establishment Realm?" Meng Yan and Yu Ji were both taken aback and looked at each other in surprise. They had observed Yue Qianchou before and found that they couldn't see through his cultivation level. Coupled with his previous fearless and indifferent attitude, it gave them a sense of unfathomable mystery, especially since he looked so young.
Yue Qianchou shook his head. This was hard to prove. He suddenly smiled meaningfully and said, "I am also a disciple of the Qingguang Sect."
"Oh?" The couple exchanged glances again, and Meng Yan smiled with great interest, "What kind of sect is the Qingguang Sect? I've never heard of it. Since when did it become possible for one person to join two sects at Cultivation World same time? It used to be a major taboo in the Cultivation World!"
Yue Qianchou picked up his wine cup, took a small sip, and said calmly, "Fu Xian Island ranks first among the righteous sects in the Cultivation World, while Qingguang Sect ranks sixth. As for joining two sects at the same time, it is still a major taboo nowadays."
"Since it's a major taboo, why did you tell me? Aren't you afraid it will get out?" Meng Yan appeared nonchalant, but unconsciously straightened his posture.
Yue Qianchou smiled and said casually, "Because I want the Great General to help me with a small favor, I'm treating you with sincerity."
"A little favor?" Meng Yan glanced at Yu Ji, who, seeing that they had brought up such a topic, consciously picked up her wine cup and sipped it slowly, pretending not to see anything and seemingly uninterested in expressing her opinion on the matter.
Meng Yan snorted coldly, "We are not related, why should I help you?"
"Because I think... if the Huaxia Empire were to be ruled by a different family, the general would be very happy to see it." Yue Qianchou easily tore a grape off the table and popped it into his mouth.
"What a joke! If I wanted to change the ruler of the world, would I need you to remind me? This general's hundreds of thousands of troops can transform the Huaxia Empire at any time. Even if your Fu Xian Island and Qingguang Sect joined forces, they couldn't stop us," Meng Yan said disdainfully.
"Is that so?" Yue Qianchou laughed. "I'm afraid it's not that the general doesn't want to do it, but that he can't do it for some reason. For example, the general's hundreds of thousands of troops simply cannot leave the Demon Ghost Domain, or there may be some other reason. I have no idea."
"Arrogant!" Meng Yan, like a lion struck on a sore spot, suddenly stood up, showing signs of being about to attack. Yu Ji, however, pretended not to see anything and continued to sip the wine in her cup.
"What? You want to make a move? Since I dared to come, I'm not afraid of you." Yue Qianchou snorted coldly, and instantly a peerless beauty in white appeared beside him. Her face, which was unparalleled in the Jue Tian, was as cold as ice. She slowly turned her head and stared at Meng Yan and Yu Ji.
"Teleportation!" The two were startled. They hadn't even noticed when their opponent had brought someone in, and such a beautiful woman at that, so beautiful that even Yu Ji would be envious. Suddenly, an incomparably powerful aura emanated from her and pressed towards them. Meng Yan stepped forward to block in front of Yu Ji, and a black and red Sha Qi instantly surged from his body, blocking the approaching aura, but he was still forced back a step.
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