The nineteenth day after Bone-Scraping Blade's death.
Eastern Capital City was livelier than ever before.
Because tomorrow was a momentous day.
In the west of the city, the Demon Cult's headquarters was festooned with lanterns and streamers. All manner of ghosts and monsters came flocking in to attend the Demon Cult's Ullambana Festival and compete for its Elder positions. Although Nine Heavens and many powerful figures saw the Demon Cult as a chamber pot, it remained a colossus to ninety-nine percent of the Jianghu's martial experts.
The position of Demon Cult Elder tempted many martial experts, including experts on the Dragon and Tiger Ranking and even genuine Great Grandmasters.
After all, even princes and imperial consorts wanted the identity of a Demon Cult Elder to facilitate their dealings, let alone everyone else.
A chamber pot might stink, but it was often genuinely useful, especially when things were inconvenient.
And the Demon Cult was not Eastern Capital City's only lively gathering.
In the east of the city, guests thronged the Prince of Donghai's Estate. Representatives of the Ten Great Clans gathered to celebrate the wedding of the young prince, Xia Xunxiu, and Shen Siwei, a Shen Family woman. Of course, it was a wedding on the surface, but actually a gathering of the Society of Light.
Standing in the courtyard of the Prince of Donghai's Estate, Lianshan Xin watched the people coming and going and suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.
Between tomorrow's two grand gatherings, there would be at least several hundred guests.
On the Demon Cult's side were his own maternal grandfather, Zhuo Biyu, who had successfully infiltrated them, Tian Ji, who had hooked up with the Demon Cult Witch, and Feng Muchi, who had already recognized Lianshan Xin as an enlightened lord-not to mention Thousand Faces, far away