After what had just happened, Wang Xian'er no longer dared leave Su Yuan alone in a crowded place. Taking him and Xu Jiujiu beside him in one hand each, she flew to a mountaintop pavilion deep within the estate.
"Xian'er, have you finished your business?" Once Wang Xian'er set him down, Su Yuan smoothly changed the subject.
He had no desire to bring up that mortifying episode again. They could just pretend it had never happened.
Being kept by a rich woman was all in good fun, but Su Yuan would much rather live off a woman while still calling the shots, rather than be cuddled and manhandled like a little pet by a whole gaggle of wealthy women.
Seeing him change the subject, Wang Xian'er did not dwell on what had happened either. She merely waved a hand and released a strand of life Soul Power, washing every trace of the other women's scents off Su Yuan and leaving only the life aura that belonged to her alone.
"There wasn't much to do. I just went to speak with His Majesty and check whether anyone on the guest list would be unable to attend because something had come up," Wang Xian'er said.
Just then, the invited powerhouses began entering the estate one after another.
Most of the Star Luo Empire's local powerhouses had arrived early. The spider temptresses who had surrounded Su Yuan earlier were their family members, while the men themselves were gathered with Xu Jiawei deeper within the estate.
Wang Xian'er had also left earlier partly to greet them.
Those arriving now were renowned factions or solitary powerhouses from outside the Star Luo Empire.
Standing on the mountaintop, Su Yuan and his two companions had a clear view of them entering the estate.
Wang Xian'er began introducing them to Su Yuan one by one, so that when he traveled the continent in the future, he would not encounter famous powerhouses without even recognizing them.
"The people coming in now with swords on their backs are from the Proud Sword Sect. The man leading them is their sect master, Ximen Feng, whose cultivation is at level ninety-two. The Proud Sword Sect is one of the secluded sects and rarely ventures out onto the continent. I'm quite surprised they came this time."
"The two groups behind the Proud Sword Sect are both from Dragon City, which we passed through before. They're the Heavenly Dragon Sect and the Earth Dragon Sect. I mentioned them to you last time."
"The Heavenly Dragon Sect's master is Yu Tingkong. His cultivation is at level ninety-five, and his Martial Soul is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. The Earth Dragon Sect's master is Nan Shuishui. Her Martial Soul is a rouge dragon, the same kind as your third Soul Ring, and her cultivation is at level eighty-two."
"That is the chief consecrated expert of the Dou Ling Empire's imperial family. His title is Heavenly Sun, and his cultivation is at level ninety-seven. He is also the Dou Ling Empire's strongest expert."
"The Netherworld Sect's master, Xu Xuanyuan, holds the title Netherworld. He's a level ninety-five Super Douluo..."
"..."
Wang Xian'er had extensive experience, and her many years of treating people had brought her into contact with numerous formidable powerhouses.
Most of them owed her a favor, and some even owed her their lives.
It was fair to say that Wang Xian'er knew every powerhouse of any renown on the Douluo Continent and could identify them without a second thought.
Through her introductions, Su Yuan heard many familiar names that had appeared in the original story, gaining his first real acquaintance with these towering figures of this era on the Douluo Continent.
"Oh?" Just then, Wang Xian'er gave a soft exclamation and lightly patted the somewhat distracted Su Yuan. "Yuan, look. Shrek's people are here."
At her words, Su Yuan immediately shifted his gaze over.
A group was entering the estate under the lead of a slovenly old man. The old man showed no awareness whatsoever that he was entering an upscale venue. He even held a chicken leg in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, eating and drinking as he walked.
"Ch-Chicken Leg Douluo, the supreme elder?" Su Yuan's face could not help twitching.
His reputation had arrived long before the man himself.
Chicken Leg Douluo's illustrious name truly thundered in the ears. Such distinctive performance art had practically become his signature image.
"Shrek is taking this quite seriously. They actually sent him." Wang Xian'er raised her eyebrows. "Their leader holds the title Taotie. Don't be fooled by his scruffy appearance and frivolous manner. His cultivation is actually the same as mine now. We're both formidable level ninety-eight experts."
"If that person is still alive... Taotie Xuan Zi can only be considered Shrek's second-strongest expert. But if that person has passed away, Xuan Zi is probably Shrek's strongest expert of this era."
"Still, that person shouldn't pass away so easily."
While Wang Xian'er was introducing Xuan Zi, he seemed to sense something down below and raised his head to look in their direction.
When he saw Wang Xian'er's rejuvenated face, Xuan Zi remained expressionless. But when he sensed the profound, veiled power of her aura, he raised his eyebrows.
"To think she really succeeded. Her luck must reach the heavens..." Xuan Zi tipped his head back for a mouthful of wine, then wiped his mouth and muttered.
"Xuan Zi, what succeeded?"
Beside Xuan Zi, a black-haired beauty with a refined, gentle appearance heard his muttering and asked curiously.
"Nothing." Xuan Zi brushed her off casually and resumed walking deeper into the estate.
When Xuan Zi did not answer her question, Zhang Lexuan did not dwell on it. She merely followed his earlier gaze toward the mountaintop, thoughtfully making out three figures standing in the pavilion.
She did not dare look for long and hurried after Xuan Zi.
By this point, nearly all the powerhouses invited to the banquet had arrived. Just as Su Yuan thought everyone was here and they could go inside to feast, a deep, dark-green light quietly flared on the distant horizon.
At that moment, both Wang Xian'er standing beside Su Yuan and Xuan Zi strolling leisurely along with Shrek's group turned to look toward the place where that dark-green light had appeared.
Though it was also green, this dark-green light held none of Wang Xian'er's vibrant vitality. Instead, it contained only boundless cold malice and wild, overbearing arrogance.
"Du Busi!"
"Old Monster Du!"
A sharp gleam flashed through Wang Xian'er's and Xuan Zi's eyes.
This was the resonance between fellow level ninety-eight powerhouses!
"Hahaha... How could you leave me out of something this lively!" An arrogant, domineering laugh echoed across the sky, and the dark-green light landed within the estate in the blink of an eye.
When the light faded, a tall old man made a dazzling entrance with a group of equally outstanding young people, their faces brimming with pride.
The old man at their head had a complexion as rosy as a baby's, but his scalp sported a bald crown, with only a sparse ring of dark-green hair around the sides. That shocking hairstyle dealt a heavy blow to his looks.
It was none other than the Body Sect's master, Du Busi!
His choice of landing spot was interesting too: he had planted himself directly in Xuan Zi's path.
Spread the word! The Body Sect has blocked the way of Shrek's high and mighty lord!
Up on the mountaintop, Su Yuan, who never minded fanning the flames when watching a spectacle, nearly popped the champagne. He could hardly wait to see Xuan Zi strike in a rage, only for Du Busi to beat him senseless and teach him his place.
Gah!
This is what I want to see!
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