The Sect Leader's Banquet

"Young Daoist boy, come forward."

Hidden Moon Daoist's cool voice rang out. A moon bridge suddenly descended from the sky and landed at Fang Chen's feet.

Overjoyed, Fang Chen bowed toward the full moon above, then hurried onto the moon bridge.

Watching their fellow disciple rise into the air, the surrounding disciples revealed envious looks as well.

He was going to be the first to receive the sect master's teachings.

"Wait—"

Beneath the wine table, Xu Yuan watched Fang Chen ascend the moon bridge, while the unease in his heart grew ever stronger.

"What exactly is this—"

His eyes suddenly widened. Xu Yuan instinctively drew upon the power of the Mind-Spirit Realm, placing his soul in that sliver of light within the darkness. At the same time, every thought stored within the Weed-Pulling Scripture crashed into his sea of consciousness.

The next instant, his right eye suddenly twitched.

Looking at the wine cup in his hand, Xu Yuan no longer saw moonlit nectar. Within the pitch-black, turbid liquid, a piece of human bone suddenly floated to the surface.

An indescribable sour stench wafted up from it, churning Xu Yuan's stomach.

Just then, he suddenly felt that something beneath him was pricking him. Looking down, he realized that he was not sitting on any moonlight cushion at all, but on a hard seat piled from white bones. What had jabbed him just now was a bone's eye socket.

Then a chill wind abruptly rose. The coolness from before now had an explanation. The entire mountain forest was heaped with white bones, while all around them lay spread with wandering souls.

That moonlight was no immortal radiance—it was clearly crystalline white ash. Even what had carried Fang Chen upward just now was nothing more than a staircase of layer upon layer of