"Grandmaster Banquet?!"
The moment these three words fell into his ears, the hall suddenly fell into a dead silence.
Fang Han's pupils shrank slightly, Luo Yuntian's fingers holding the armrest tightened suddenly, making a slight creaking sound, and Yun Muyao's cold eyes finally revealed a hint of shock that was difficult to conceal.
Grandmaster Banquet--That is a grand celebration that is only held when a master-level powerhouse is born.
Only after a certain force has given birth to a grandmaster, invitations will be widely distributed, inviting all forces to come and watch the ceremony, and inform all forces in the county.
But the problem is, Iron River Gang is just a big force.
The birth of a master requires master-level skills as a foundation.
Without the master-level skills, the three barriers of energy, energy, and spirit are like three impassable chasms. No matter how amazing your talent is, it will be difficult to take that final step.
As for the master-level technique, the entire Qingyang Prefecture is only available in Seven Sects.
This is the fundamental reason why Seven Sects can surpass all the forces of Qingyang Prefecture and firmly occupy the top position.
Over the years, Seven Sects has firmly controlled the inheritance of the Grandmaster's techniques and strictly prohibited external transmission. The Grandmaster is like an invisible barrier, completely isolating Seven Sects from other forces.
Although those big forces are not weak in strength and have many disciples, they are still unable to cross this barrier and can only bow their heads under Seven Sects.
But now, Iron River Gang, this force without a grandmaster's technique, has actually given birth to a grandmaster and wants to do Grandmaster Banquet?
Yun Muyao was the first to recover from the shock.
Her cold eyes fell on Chen Tianyuan's face, and her voice was still cold, but with a bit more rare dignity:
"Sect Master, over the years, Seven Sects has firmly controlled the master's skills and has not spread them to outsiders. The master was only born between Seven Sects. How did Iron River Gang obtain the master's skills, and how was he born?"
This question is exactly what Fang Han and Luo Yuntian have in common.
The three people's eyes all fell on Chen Tianyuan, waiting for his answer.
Chen Tianyuan was silent for a moment and slowly shook his head.
On that elegant face, there was a hint of helplessness that even he himself was unwilling to admit:
"This is also what I don't understand. Where did Iron River Gang's master technique come from? Before this, the sect had not received any news."
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the hall became more solemn.
A force that had never been taken seriously by Seven Sects unexpectedly gave birth to a grandmaster in silence. There must be a huge secret in this.
The birth of a master from a force other than Seven Sects means that Seven Sects's monopoly on Qingyang Prefecture has been completely broken.
Qingyang Prefecture's power structure will undergo earth-shaking changes as a result.
Fang Han was silent for a moment and then asked.
"The master plans to go to Grandmaster Banquet in person to confirm the authenticity of the news about the birth of Iron River Gang?"
Chen Tianyuan nodded slightly.
"Yes, since Iron River Gang dares to send out an invitation letter from Grandmaster Banquet, the possibility of this matter being true is extremely high."
"But the birth of a grandmaster is of great importance. If I don't confirm it with my own eyes, I, Azure Profound Sect, will not be able to rest assured."
He paused, and there was a hint of unquestionable determination in his voice:
"So, I need to go to Iron River Gang in person to confirm whether the grandmaster is really born or if he is just making things up."
"You go back and get ready, and set off with me early tomorrow morning."
Fang Han The three of them looked at each other, stood up together, bowed and held their hands. "Yes, Sect Master."
After leaving Sect Master's Hall, the night was already dark, and the moonlight leaked through the gaps in the clouds, spreading a layer of cool silvery white on the mountain road.
The three of them walked side by side, because the news was so shocking that they were speechless for a moment.
Return to the True Transmission Courtyard intersection and go to your own residence.
Around the time Azure Profound Sect received the invitation letter from Grandmaster Banquet, the other six cases among Seven Sects - Nether Pavilion, Vajra Temple, Hundred Flower Valley, Tyrant Blade Sect, Lingyun Sword Sect, Rain Listening Tower also received the gold-gilded invitation from Iron River Gang.
Nether Pavilion In the depths of the main hall, Li Wushang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, holding the invitation letter in his hand.
On the originally sinister face, the initial anger had been replaced by a more complicated expression.
Surprise, scrutiny, and a bit of uneasiness.
Beside him, Nether Pavilion Master Ling Wuyuan was sitting at the top.
There was no emotion on his face, but there was a cold glint in his deep eyes.
After a while, Ling Wuyuan slowly spoke:
"I will confirm it myself."
In the Zen room of Vajra Temple, the host Ku Du was sitting cross-legged on the futon, holding the gold-plated invitation in his hand.
An old monk beside him asked in a low voice. Ku Du handed the invitation to the old monk, clasped his hands together, and spoke slowly, his voice calm but with unquestionable determination:
"This time Grandmaster Banquet, I will go there personally."
In the flower pavilion of Hundred Flower Valley, the owner of the valley Hua Nishang, a woman who still retains her charm, is leaning on the soft couch, playing with the invitation card with her bare hands.
She turned the invitation over and over several times, and suddenly she chuckled. When she spoke, her voice was a little lazy, but also a little serious:
"I, the Valley Master, will go and see for myself what kind of medicine is sold in this Iron River Gang gourd."
Tyrant Blade Sect, Lingyun Sword Sect, Rain Listening Tower--the same scene is played out everywhere in Qingyang Prefecture.
After the initial shock, all the forces that received the invitation letter made the same decision: the sect leader, sect leader, or building owner would go there in person to find out.
In addition to Seven Sects, many major forces in the country also received invitations from Grandmaster Banquet.
That night, all the major forces in Qingyang Prefecture stayed up all night because of an invitation letter from Iron River Gang.
Each invitation is like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, and the ripples caused are spreading in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the early morning, the mist enveloped Azure Profound Mountain like a veil.
When Fang Han arrived at the mountain gate, Luo Yuntian had already arrived first.
He was wearing a dark blue True Disciple robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and a calm face. He stood on the stone steps with his hands behind his back, and his clothes were slightly fluttering in the morning breeze.
Hearing the footsteps, he turned around and nodded slightly towards Fang Han.
"Senior Brother Fang."
"Junior Brother Luo."
Fang Han returned the favor and stood beside him.
The two looked at each other and said nothing.
The three words "Grandmaster Banquet" on the gold-gilded invitation last night are still lingering in my mind.
After a while, Yun Muyao also arrived.
She was dressed in cyan True Disciple clothes, with a white gauze covering her face, her green silk hair loosely tied with a white jade hairpin, and a long, all-white sword hanging from her waist.
He walked closer, nodded slightly to the two of them, then stood on the other side of Fang Han, looking towards the way he came, his expression as cold as usual.
None of the three spoke again.
The morning breeze passed through the mountain gate, picking up a few fallen leaves and swirling on the stone steps.
After about a stick of incense, a figure walked slowly from the end of the mountain road.
Chen Tianyuan today changed into a dark blue sect leader's uniform, with a plain jade belt tied around his waist, and his long hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, making him a little less easy-going and a little more majestic.
Behind him, followed a huge creature.
That's a White Tiger.
The body is three feet long, and the shoulder height is nearly ten feet. The whole coat is as pure white as snow, without a trace of color, and has a satin-like luster in the morning light.
The limbs are as thick as pillars, and every step he takes is steady and powerful, and the tips of his claws leave shallow scratches on the bluestone ground.
A pair of eyes are amber in color, with erect pupils, and between opening and closing there is an awe-inspiring look.
On the back, there is a carriage.
The carriage was about ten feet square, made of some dark wood, inlaid with copper ornaments at the corners, and covered with dark cyan brocade. There were a small window on each side of the carriage, and the windows were covered with light cyan gauze.
The carriage is fixed on the tiger's back and tied with wide leather straps, making it look stable and comfortable.
Fang Han's eyes stayed on White Tiger for a moment.
He sensed that the aura emanating from this White Tiger was deep and fierce, reaching the level of First Grade.
"Is this the sect master's mount for traveling?"
Luo Tiancheng's voice sounded beside him, with a hint of surprise that was hard to conceal.
"In the early years, I heard that the sect leader had a monster mount, but I didn't expect it to be a First Grade monster."
Yun Muyao did not speak, but her cold eyes also stayed on White Tiger for a long time, and there was a trace of vibration deep in her eyes.
Fang Han is quite calm.
With his current strength, it is not difficult to kill ordinary First Grade monsters. Although this White Tiger is strong, it cannot scare him.
Luo Yuntian and Yun Muyao are different.
Their eyes fell on White Tiger's pair of amber vertical pupils, and then swept over the thick column-like limbs and the long tail like a steel whip, and their bodies involuntarily tensed slightly.
It is an instinctive reaction - a deep-seated vigilance when facing a predator at the top of the food chain.
Although they knew that this Tiger Demon was unlikely to harm them, the sense of oppression originating from the depths of their blood cannot be completely suppressed by reason.
"Everyone is here?"
Chen Tianyuan walked closer, his eyes swept over the three of them, he didn't say anything, he just raised his hand to signal.
"Get in the car."
As soon as he finished speaking, he tapped the ground with his toes, and his figure was like a fallen leaf, silently floating on the tiger's back, and sat down in front of the carriage.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han took a step forward.
White Tiger's amber vertical pupils fell on him. His expression remained unchanged, he pointed his toes, lifted his body, and landed steadily on the tiger's back.
The fur under his feet was thick and warm, and the tiger's body tensed slightly the moment he landed, then relaxed again.
"Whoosh!"
Luo Yuntian took a deep breath, suppressed the instinctive tension in his heart, and also jumped on the tiger's back.
When he landed on the ground, his figure swayed slightly, then stabilized and sat down next to Fang Han.
"Whoosh!"
Yun Muyao is the last one to come up.
Her movements as she jumped onto the tiger's back were as light as a swallow, and she landed silently, but the fingers holding the sword hilt were a little harder than usual.
The carriage is not small, and four people can sit on two sides, so it doesn't feel crowded.
A middle-aged man wearing Deacon clothes jumped up from the side of White Tiger on the tiger's back, sat in the front, took out a copper whistle from his arms, held it in his mouth, and blew it gently.
The whistle was not loud, but it had a strange penetrating power.
White Tiger's low body suddenly stood up, kicking on the ground with four claws, and the huge body was like a white lightning, rushing away from the mountain along the official road.
The speed is so fast that it is not inferior to ordinary Upper Third Grade warriors running at full speed.
Fang Han leaned against the wall of the carriage and looked out the window through the small window.
The scenery on both sides quickly retreated, turning into blurry ribbons of color.
Pedestrians on the official road saw this huge beast from a distance. Some screamed and hid by the roadside, and some froze in place. After the white shadow passed by for a long time, they came back to their senses and stared blankly in that direction.
"Then... that's a monster?"
"It's the mount of Sect Master Azure Profound Sect! I've heard that there is a White Tiger, but I'm lucky enough to see it today!"
"How long is it three feet? What a big guy!"
"What's all the fuss about? Azure Profound Sect is one of Seven Sects. The sect master's travels are naturally extraordinary."
The exclamations and discussions were left far behind, and soon dissipated in the wind.
All the way to the northwest, the official road gradually becomes wider, and the fields on both sides are replaced by rolling hills.