The Eve of the Anniversary Celebration
Night falls, and the vast Dubian Town begins its nightlife.
Because of the Mysterious Bookstore, a large number of cultivators flocked to the town, which also boosted the development of many industries, especially those in demand by cultivators, which sprang up like bamboo shoots throughout Dubian Town.
Among these, the most prominent are the various taverns and brothel venues.
At night, the entire Dubian Town is occupied by them, becoming the main gathering place for cultivators. Cultivators from all directions gather in small groups to drink, talk about the strange and wonderful things of the Azure Dragon Continent, discuss the problems they encounter in cultivation, or express their aspirations for the future path of cultivation.
Tonight, whether in pubs, fireworks displays, or even in their own backyards, everyone is discussing the same topic: the upcoming first anniversary celebration of the Mysterious Bookstore.
Across from the Mysterious Bookstore Wantong Grand Tavern. This tavern, which has been in business for almost a year, has become the largest tavern in the entire Dubian Town thanks to the Wantong Chamber of Commerce of Commerce and its location next to the Mysterious Bookstore and Wantong Trading Market. The tavern is always packed and often stays open until three or four in the morning.
Tonight, Wantong Grand Tavern is even more lively than usual. Temporary tables have filled the aisles, and all three floors are like this. The waiters have to carefully squeeze past, afraid of bumping into these precious gentlemen.
"Speaking of which, tomorrow is the anniversary of Mysterious Bookstore. Has everyone finished writing their original books yet?" In the center of the lobby on the first floor, a burly man drank a bowl of wine and shouted loudly.
"Write a book for hell? With my level of education, let alone writing a book, I'd struggle even to write a single character. I could only manage to write something of Yellow Quality to get by," a burly man on the second floor replied nonchalantly, Devon Corporation.
"I have finished writing it, but I'm not very confident about the quality of the subsequent appraisal. I've seen Epic-grade- quality books in Bookstore before, and compared to them, mine is still a bit lacking," a refined young man holding a folding fan said softly on the third floor.
"I've finished writing it too, but I can't say about the quality. It'll be difficult to get it to Legendary status."
"Me too, I'm not sure either, I'll probably only get Epic-grade one."
"..."
The moment the topic of book quality came up, the atmosphere in the tavern instantly sombered. Everyone shook their heads and sighed, and not a single person believed that their book could be below Yellow Quality.
"A bunch of uncultured bumpkins pretending to be big shots? Epic-grade quality? Why don't you just fly to the moon?"
The third floor has private rooms, but the windows of these private rooms open directly towards the main hall. The openwork design in the middle of the tavern allows people in the private rooms to hear all the conversations in the main hall.
The sudden sound came from a private room on the third floor, directly to the east. Although the sound was not loud, everyone could hear it clearly, which made things awkward. The atmosphere in the tavern instantly changed from somber to completely silent. The cultivators all looked up at the private room on the third floor, directly to the east, their faces filled with anger.
This statement is essentially a slap in the face to all those practitioners who are discussing this matter.
"Where did this Nüwa come from? Be careful what you say!" The burly man stood up and shouted sternly towards the east side of the third floor.
"Hmph! What can you do to me even if I tell you?" A retort came from the private room on the third floor, the tone quite arrogant.
"You!" The burly man was furious upon hearing this. His Spiritual Power surged, and he was about to go up to the private room on the third floor to grab the person, but he was held back by his companion.
"Boyan, we must not act rashly!"
"That's right, Boyan. Since they dare to be so Power Trip, they must have the right to be Power Trip. Let's just bear with it."
The burly man named Boyan's face flushed red and then turned pale. Perhaps he felt that his companions were right, so he finally flicked his sleeves, snorted coldly, sat down, and gulped down a bowl of wine.
"I thought you were so capable, but all you do is brag. If you're so tough, come up here and hit me!" Just when everyone thought the matter was over, a woman's voice came from the private room on the third floor, her tone full of sarcasm.
"Smack!"
Boyan couldn't stand it any longer. He slapped his hand and roared, "This Nüwa is going too far! Laozi 'm going to teach her a lesson today!"
Having said that, a large silver-white sword appeared in Boyan's hand. Holding the sword, he stepped onto a table and stool, and with Ember and lightning in his wake, he leaped straight up to the third floor.
"Phew~"
Suddenly, a powerful aura appeared in mid-air, grabbed Boyan's leg, and forcibly dragged him down.
"Sir, this tavern prohibits any conflicts. If you have any personal grudges, please resolve them outside the tavern. If you violate this rule again, we at Wantong Tavern will have no choice but to ask you to leave," a middle-aged man in fine clothes said in a deep voice, standing next to Boyan.
"That Nüwa insulted me!" Boyan retorted defiantly.
"You may return it, sir," the well-dressed middle-aged man said unhurriedly.
"I..." Boyan opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer. How could he reply? If he had that kind of education, would he have gotten so angry that he resorted to violence?
"Let it go, Boyan," his companions advised again. With the tavern manager already out, resorting to violence was clearly unrealistic.
"That's right, brother, please sit down first. We'll handle this slowly." The other cultivators in the tavern also chimed in with their advice. The Nüwa on the third floor had clearly pushed the group of customers to Boyan's side with her words, and there were quite a few people who wanted to teach Nüwa a lesson.
"Tch, do you think I'm afraid of you? Why bother with a slow resolution? Let's settle our scores right here and now." The voice continued from the private room on the third floor, and then a young woman in a purple robe appeared on the third-floor railing.
"Who is she?" The crowd looked at the woman in purple and whispered among themselves.
"Never seen it before."
"You look familiar..."
"I feel like I've seen this somewhere before."
At this moment, several more figures appeared behind the woman in purple: two men and one woman.
Upon seeing the four of them standing together, someone exclaimed, "Miss Azi!"
"Is that Azi, who won second place in 'Lotus Lantern'?"
"That princess of Qi State?"
"Rescue King Qi Wen's princess?"
In an instant, Azi's identity resounded throughout the entire tavern.
Standing on the third floor, looking at the shocked gazes of the group of people below, Azi couldn't be more smug. "Hmph, this young lady has killed Spirit Saint, do you think I'd be intimidated by you roughnecks?"
"Azi, didn't we agree that we were only here to participate in the anniversary celebration? Why are you starting to stir up trouble again?" Second Mother said helplessly.
"Hehe, they just can't stand them bragging like that," Azi said with a grin. That's just her personality; she likes to tease people all the time. What can you do about it?
"Everyone come out and look! It's raining!" Just then, a commotion came from outside the tavern, and everyone inside was drawn to look out.
"What's so interesting about rain? Are you crazy?" someone shouted from inside the tavern.
"This isn't ordinary rain! It's rainbow rain! My god, my cultivation level is actually increasing!"
"Whoosh~~"
"Thump thump clatter clatter..."
"Ping-ping-pong~~~"
The people inside the tavern rushed outside.
At this time, it was the fifteenth day of the ninth month of the 351st year of the Great Chu Dynasty, at 00:00.