Ancestor of Land Immortals Sends You His Greetings

The boy walked through the city night, his hands hanging down, his brows lowered, his steps steady, his clothes swaying gently in the breeze.

He suddenly asked:

"What are your thoughts on that mysterious old man from the other day?"

"I?"

Black Eyes paused for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"An unknown divine will; other than that, I haven't discerned much."

"Aren't your eyes capable of seeing into the past and the future?"

"That was, after all, just a manifestation of will, not a real person," Black Eyes said.

Zhang Fusheng continued walking calmly, the streetlights casting long, long shadows of him.

"The old man mentioned a being called Heavenly Venerable. You once said that I would be called Boundless Heavenly Venerate in the future."

"Um."

Black Eyes nodded slightly.

"Celestial Venerable is a title used in Daoism to address someone of the highest rank. If you are to be bestowed the title of 'Boundless' in the future, your achievements next year will likely surpass even those of the Celestial Venerable mentioned by that old man."

Zhang Fusheng smiled, his eyelids lowered, making his expression unreadable.

Anyway.

Black Eyes, must die.

The Gaotian Association and the Above High Heaven will rapidly expand and grow, and the only possibility for me to expose my true form lies in Black Eyes.

What if one day, Black Eyes has a heart-to-heart talk with the top Fourth Seat?

What if the conversation happens to drift to the Above High Heaven, and we happen to talk about the phrase "Boundless Heavenly Venerate"?

Although the possibility is very small.

But it's definitely not 'zero'.

Zhang Fusheng turned his head and met the gaze of the one-eyed youth, who then respectfully lowered his head.

But the deep blackness in those eyes flowed silently.

It's very familiar.

It still feels very familiar.

What exactly are the characteristics of people with Black Eyes?

How can one possibly glimpse the Dao Palace, which transcends thought and imagination?

Even if it's just a projection of the actual Eight Sceneries Palace.

Zhang Fusheng turned back and continued walking towards the Executive Building.

The Executive Building.

The lights were on full display.

Black Eyes stayed outside, while Zhang Fusheng went inside alone. The Executive Building had a special banquet hall, which was surprisingly lively at the moment.

"Captain Zhang."

Elder Yu walked over, a smile on his face:

"Thanks to you the other day, otherwise, I'm afraid my old bones wouldn't have made it."

You're too kind.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the old woman, who politely took her leave, Zhang Xiaoxi appeared out of nowhere.

She pulled Zhang Fusheng and scurried into a corner.

"Stay here and wait for me!"

After giving a few words of advice, the naughty child disappeared into the crowd. Zhang Fusheng was puzzled for a short while before he saw Zhang Xiaoxi squeezing back with several large plates.

It was filled with exquisite food.

"Just eat! You'll eat without making a sound!"

Zhang Xiaoxi whispered furtively:

"I've lived my whole life in Longzhou and I've never eaten anything like this before. The taste is absolutely amazing!"

Zhang Fusheng was both amused and exasperated.

"You've come here looking for food, haven't you?"

He forked up an 'octopus' he had never seen before. The reason he said he had never seen it before was that this guy probably had twenty or thirty thin tentacles.

The taste was actually quite good.

While eating, Zhang Fusheng asked indistinctly:

"What's the purpose of this banquet?"

"I don't know!"

Zhang Xiaoxi's cheeks were bulging, like a hamster's.

She said:

"I heard it's a banquet to entertain a newly arrived Golden Councilor."

"There shouldn't be this many people, right?" Zhang Fusheng was still somewhat puzzled. He had already known about Golden Councilor through Zhou Muneo's mental perception.

That's why he accepted the invitation.

With this encounter tonight and tomorrow's Apprenticeship Banquet, the two sides will have a reason to make contact.

Zhang Xiaoxi swallowed the food in her mouth, let out a sigh of relief, and then said:

"I heard that because a lot of important figures came to Chongyang City these past two days, from all sorts of cities, the governor simply hosted a banquet for them all, getting it all over with in one go!"

Zhang Fusheng nodded thoughtfully.

While toasts continued in the banquet hall, the siblings ate voraciously in a corner.

How are your uncles doing lately?

"They're doing great, eating and drinking well at home every day. I've even let them retire."

They ate and chatted.

A young, handsome man approached, carrying a wine glass and beaming with smiles.

"Are you Miss Zhang?"

Zhang Xiaoxi glanced at him, puzzled.

"Not."

Zhang Fusheng almost spat out the 32-clawed tuna he was eating.

The young man was visibly taken aback, but remained smiling, polite, and elegant.

"Zhang Tianming, my father Zhang Erhe, is the First Commander of the Chongyang Military Department. I've long heard that a genius girl has entered the Research Institute, and seeing her today, it's indeed true."

He glanced at the girl who looked like a hamster, and paused for a moment:

"Indeed, extraordinary, far from ordinary."

Zhang Xiaoxi was suspicious:

Are you insulting me?

"Miss Zhang has misunderstood."

Zhang Tianming remained all smiles, displaying the most basic politeness.

"There will also be a grand banquet tomorrow, which will be attended by many important figures and outstanding young talents from various cities, for example..."

He pointed to the other end of the crowd, to a remarkably refined young man.

Zhang Fusheng glanced at it.

Yeah?

Kong Dongyan?

What's this guy doing here? Is it also because of Master's invitations?

Zhang Fusheng was surprised, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw a woman who didn't seem very old beside Kong Dongyan, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, who also exuded a refined and scholarly air.

With a slight twitch of his ears, he could hear Kong Dongyan the other person as "senior sister."

Zhang Fusheng recognized her.

That divine realm transformed into an ancient book, the great female sect!

Although the four Great Grandmaster were all distorted with light and shadow, they could not escape the Mental Intent of 'Zhong Shan', who could see their faces clearly!

Amidst a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, he heard Zhang Tianming continue:

"That man is the top student of the third year at Golden University, and the woman beside him is a dean of Golden University. They have both come to the Double Ninth Festival to attend a special banquet."

As they spoke, Zhang Tianming put down his wine glass and made a gentlemanly gesture:

"I would like to invite Miss Zhang to attend this special banquet."

Zhang Xiaoxi was completely dumbfounded:

Do I know you?

"We'll get to know each other from now on, Miss Zhang."

Zhang Fusheng, standing to the side, seemed lost in thought. Why was the son of the commander of the Chongyang Military Department, the direct descendant of a Great Grandmaster, so eager to befriend Zhang Xiaoxi?

Is it because of the Source Origin Research Institute?

He touched his chin.

"Is this gentleman a friend of Miss Zhang?"

Zhang Tianming suddenly looked at him, took out two invitations from his pocket, handed one to Zhang Xiaoxi, and the other to Zhang Fusheng.

He carried a hint of reserve:

"Since she's Miss Zhang's friend, she's also my friend. This invitation is extremely rare and valuable in Chongyang City."

Zhang Fusheng flipped open the invitation and glanced at it.

It was a long string of gibberish, and it was signed with the words "[Tianbao]".

Goodness!

He truly is my master, and this is truly my own Apprenticeship Banquet.

He glanced at Zhang Tianming, then at the Great Grandmaster of the Ancient Sage Faction in the distance, and suddenly became somewhat suspicious.

Master, who exactly did you invite?

How many of Master's old friends did he actually have?

Zhang Fusheng began to have doubts. It was just an Apprenticeship Banquet, but he wondered how his master had turned it into something so sensational.

As his thoughts raced, a smile spread across his face:

"Then thank you very much, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Tianming smiled, nodded to the bewildered Zhang Xiaoxi, and gracefully withdrew, holding his wine glass.

Zhang Fusheng glanced around the banquet hall and found that there were quite a few similar scenes. Each researcher was accompanied by one or two young men and women, and each of them had been handed an invitation.

Um, this is an invitation to my own Apprenticeship Banquet.

This feeling is a little strange.

"A special grand banquet."

Zhang Xiaoxi flipped through the invitations, marveling at them:

"I actually heard Axue mention it this afternoon. She said that many important figures and outstanding individuals who came to Chongyang Festival were here for this banquet."

She shook her head, grinned, and poked Zhang Fusheng's arm, saying smugly:

"See? Follow your older sister, and you'll see the world!"

Zhang Fusheng glanced at her sideways:

"Yes, yes, I hope you'll still have this attitude tomorrow."

"What do you mean!"

Zhang Xiaoxi glared, rolled up her sleeves, and looked ready to stand up, baring her teeth and brandishing her claws.

But Zhang Fusheng lightly pressed a finger to his forehead, suppressing the pressure.

"Come on, you!"

He said happily:

"Don't forget, things are different now. You still want to lay a hand on me? Besides, can't you even look at the place we're in?"

Zhang Xiaoxi struggled desperately, but she was no match for that single finger and immediately gave up.

"Sure enough, you should discipline your younger brother early on," she muttered.

The dinner was drawing to a close.

Strangely enough, customers kept coming.

Zhang Fusheng leaned against a corner, eating heartily with Zhang Xiaoxi while observing the scene at the banquet.

At the very center of the crowd, Hu Zhongli and Zhou Muneo were surrounded by people, including Elder Yu and the governor.

Slightly from the outer edge, you can see the other two Great Grandmaster who participated in the attack the day before.

One came from the East Cult, and the other from the Mandala System.

As for that guy from the Myriad Gods Cult, I didn't see him.

So.

Where is my grandmaster?

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, sensing something was off; the dinner had come quite suddenly.

The event was supposedly a welcome dinner for Hu Zhongli and Golden Councilor and Zhou Muneo, but the question is, was it really necessary to invite so many people?

Based solely on what he saw, Zhang Fusheng was certain that there were quite a few cultists in the banquet hall.

A quick glance.

An aged figure appeared beside him at some point.

Zhang Fusheng suddenly turned his head and saw a spirited old man with a faint smile on his face, who looked very kind.

Who are you?

Zhang Xiaoxi, who was stuffing her mouth with food, asked a mumbled question.

"I don't like crowds, but this place is quiet, so I came to sit for a while," the old man said casually, pulling out a chair and sitting down next to Zhang Fusheng.

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow.

This is clearly aimed at me.

This old man recognized himself.

Is it... Grandmaster?

Grandmaster Yuan Feidao that the information is not publicly available on the Divine Net, and there are almost no records in the Public Security Bureau, let alone photos.

The other party did not give me a creepy sense of danger.

But it's probably my grandmaster.

My thoughts were racing.

The old man held out his wine glass, and Zhang Fusheng clinked glasses with him.

"The young man has great Essence, Qi, and Spirit."

The old man smiled slightly and asked softly:

"What level has he reached in his cultivation?"

Zhang Fusheng's mind raced, though he didn't know what his grandmaster's intentions were.

But no matter what, it will be about the competition on February 9th next year.

Before that, showcasing one's talent might be a good choice.

He responded softly:

"Three shackles, two internal organs have been opened."

Zhang Xiaoxi, who was eating and drinking heartily nearby, looked up in bewilderment and saw something gritty.

What are the two internal organs?

What are shackles?

She continued to eat and drink heartily.

A look of surprise flashed across the old man's face:

"Is that so? It's not bad."

He said calmly:

"Young man, I see that you have extraordinary bones and are probably born with exceptional talent. Would you allow this old man to lend a hand?"

Zhang Fusheng nodded:

"Nature."

He is still very confident in his current Root Bone.

The old man placed his hand on his wrist.

Zhang Fusheng quietly visualized himself as a skeleton, concealing things he didn't want to reveal.

With his current Thousand-Year Status and the Contract Book suppressed in his Ancestral Aperture between his eyebrows, no True Intention power or strength could be seen in his body, and some abnormalities within his body that he did not wish to show were also well concealed.

He was confident that even if the person in front of him was his grandmaster who was suspected of Ascension to Divinity, he would not be able to detect his true strength!

"Spotless and dust-free."

The old man exclaimed softly:

"It seems like the liver has only just begun to open? Yet it already has a glassy luster. It seems you are a naturally pure person. Truly extraordinary, truly extraordinary."

Zhang Fusheng humbly replied:

"Compared to my senior brothers and sisters, they're nothing."

"Don't underestimate yourself."

The old man smiled and spoke, but strangely, even though he had clearly examined Zhang Fusheng's Root Bone, his two fingers were still resting on Zhang's wrist.

Zhang Fusheng felt something was strange; what was his grandmaster doing?

The thought had barely formed in my mind.

Just as the grand banquet was drawing to a close, the last guest arrived late.

Look up.

He was also a very old man, and he had a unique air of authority about him.

"Yuan Feidao!"

Someone laughed:

"Old Master Yuan!"

The consul walked over with a smile:

"You're quite late. Come, come, let me introduce you to the newly appointed Councilor Zhou, and also to Old Hu."

The governor led Mr. Yuan back to the center of the banquet, where he chatted and laughed with Golden Councilor.

Zhang Fusheng:?

He instinctively looked at the old man beside him.

The latter suddenly released his two fingers from Zhang Fusheng's wrist, a hint of excitement in his expression, and spoke softly:

"It really was you."

"We've found you."

He leaned closer and whispered in Zhang Fusheng's ear:

"The Ancestor of Land Immortals, we, on His behalf, extend our greetings to you."