Han Xuanji was naturally unaware of how many people were jealous of him.
He had already put the Heavenly Mandate Azure Profound Ring on the index finger of his left hand. The azure ring face shimmered with a warm luster in the sunlight, resonating subtly with his own Daoist aura, drawing the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and earth to gather around him.
When he wore it, a new message appeared in his mind.
This ring can increase the wearer's absorption speed of Spiritual Qi, and the intensity of spiritual energy can also be amplified in battle.
Even Sage Realm, upon wearing this ring, will experience a 30% increase in combat power!
Mo Chenxiao nodded in satisfaction, sat back on his dark gold throne, and glanced at the dense crowd in the square. His voice rang out again, still in that unhurried tone:
"I am in high spirits today and will host a three-day banquet at the Nine Mysteries Palace. Please feel free to drink and enjoy yourselves."
Upon hearing this, a cheer immediately erupted in the square.
The Holy Lord hosted a banquet, naturally using extremely high-grade spiritual wine and immortal fruits. The banquet itself was a remarkable fortuitous opportunity.
Han Xuanji, under everyone's watchful eyes, retreated to Leng Qianshuang's side.
After the apprenticeship ceremony was completed, the atmosphere gradually became lively.
Around the high platform, powerful figures from all sides gathered in twos and threes, exchanging pleasantries and reminiscing.
As the protagonist, Han Xuanji naturally couldn't just leave the stage, but she also had nothing to discuss with these powerful figures.
Mo Chenxiao patted him on the shoulder, indicating that he should not be reserved, but walk around and get to know people.
Han Xuanji stepped down from the high platform and walked calmly through the crowd, greeting each of the cultivators who came forward to greet him with a cupped-hand salute.
He noticed that many of these people were direct descendants of various powerful forces within the Nine Mysteries Prefecture. They were young but had high cultivation levels, clearly indicating that they were all key individuals being cultivated by their respective Lineage.
Most of them were clearly very enthusiastic about this newly appointed disciple of the Holy Lord, and did not mind lowering their status at all.
Han Xuanji responded with a neutral tone, neither distant nor overly enthusiastic, striking the perfect balance.
However, when he encountered Ling Cang, Ling Xuan, and Song Tiancheng from the Ling Household, he became slightly more enthusiastic.
As he was talking with a few people, he caught a glimpse of a figure arguing quietly in the crowd, seemingly having encountered some unpleasantness.
Han Xuanji's heart skipped a beat, and he recognized the figure.
Hui Feng.
I met him in the Black Rock Fleet, and he helped me a lot.
While he was in Thousand Souls City, he had maintained contact with Hui Feng, but Gray Wind spent a lot of time in seclusion, and Gray Wind was equally busy, so Han Xuanji didn't notify him, given the distance. He never expected that his old friend would come without a word.
At that moment, Hui Feng was surrounded by several people by a pillar, and his expression was not good.
Without hesitation, Han Xuanji apologized to Ling Cang and turned to walk in that direction.
A few steps away, he heard a slightly shrill voice, filled with undisguised mockery, speaking slowly and deliberately:
" Hui Feng, you claim to know Young Master Han? Your godfather is a hopeless Sage in his entire life. I don't know how he even got in here."
The voice paused, then added:
"But that's understandable. After all, your godfather didn't come from a respectable background. He's already incredibly lucky to have reached his current position."
Hui Feng's face darkened, and his fingers clenched slightly.
But he knew exactly what the occasion was.
This was his brother Han Xuanji's apprenticeship ceremony, and powerful figures from all directions were watching. He didn't want to cause any trouble here.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, ignored the man's provocation, and turned to leave.
" Hui Feng, why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
Han Xuanji's voice rang out behind him, unhurried yet carrying an undeniable weight.
Hui Feng paused, turned around, and saw Han Xuanji walking towards him. His expression relaxed slightly, but there was still a trace of lingering anger in his eyes.
Han Xuanji walked to his side, his gaze passing over the Hui Feng and landing on the people who were speaking.
Those people clearly hadn't expected Han Xuanji to appear here; a hint of surprise flashed across their faces, and their previous unrestrained tone had toned down somewhat.
Han Xuanji glanced at Hui Feng, his tone calm:
"What, did you run into someone you know?"
Hui Feng was silent for a moment, then shook his head:
"We're not exactly acquaintances, just people I know."
Han Xuanji did not press further, but instead turned his gaze to those people.
His expression wasn't particularly sharp; in fact, it could be described as calm. But when his gaze fell upon those people, they suddenly felt as if the air around them had become heavier.
He didn't show anger, nor did he deliberately release any pressure; he just looked at him.
The group exchanged glances, and the man who had spoken earlier coughed and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.
"Young Master Han, you misunderstand. We were just having a casual chat with Hui Feng; we meant nothing by it."
"Yeah."
Han Xuanji said calmly:
"If you gentlemen have nothing else to say, I'd like to speak with Hui Feng alone for a few minutes."
"And it seems you have some dissatisfaction with True God Black Rock? True God is my benefactor."
"No, no!"
Upon hearing this, the person being watched by Han Xuanji was startled. He had never expected that Hui Feng actually knew Han Xuanji, and even had a connection with True God Black Rock.
"We have always respected the True God Black Rock, Young Master Han, please proceed."
The more they said, the more mistakes they made. After finishing their conversation, the group quickly left, their pace much faster than when they arrived.
Hui Feng watched the retreating figures of those people, breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Han Xuanji with a complicated expression.
This is where Han Xuanji is standing now. With just a glance, he can make these people from extraordinary backgrounds obediently apologize, and with just a word, he can make them lower their posture, afraid of offending him.
Hui Feng was momentarily lost in thought, but quickly realized his lapse in concentration was inappropriate and came back to his senses, saying:
"Thank you, Brother Han, for standing up for me."
Han Xuanji shook his head:
"I'm not standing up for you, I'm just telling you that our relationship doesn't require you to put up with this kind of thing."
He didn't spout any grand theories; this one sentence was enough.
Hui Feng paused for a moment, then shook his head and smiled:
"You speak differently now that you've become my apprentice."
Han Xuanji smiled as well:
I've always spoken like this, it's just that nobody listened to me before.
He paused, then asked:
"How's True God Black Rock doing lately?"
Hui Feng's expression softened somewhat when True God Black Rock was mentioned:
"As usual, he's been stuck at a bottleneck for years. He's recently been trying to break through to the Sage Realm, but it hasn't been going well. He also has a lot of things to do with the Chamber of Commerce, which is keeping him quite busy."
Han Xuanji pondered for a moment:
"Really? I'll find some time to visit him sometime. The True God helped me a lot back then, and I'll always remember that kindness."
The True God Black Rock had indeed helped him a great deal back then, and he was thinking that if he found anything good in the Nine Mysteries Palace, he could send it over to help the True God break through, which would be a way of repaying that kindness.
Hui Feng didn't refuse and nodded:
He'll be quite happy to hear that.
He hadn't expected that Han Xuanji was already planning to help the True God Black Rock break through; he just thought it was a casual reminiscing.
Even so, it's still quite good.
To befriend a disciple of the Holy Lord is something many people would rather die for.