Dance Of The Dragons
Chapter 412 : Discussion Conference (1)

Chapter 412: Chapter 412 : Discussion Conference (1)

Every day at Wushan Temple, Qiao Wei woke up at dawn. After he washed his face and got dressed, he joined the abbots at morning prayer. After the prayer came the breakfast -- sometimes alone, sometimes with his martial art brothers and sisters, and sometimes with his shizun.

This was Qiao Wei’s first time waking up in a man’s arms, the novelty tingling beneath his skin like a whispered promise.

The heat of Zhang Fengxi’s embrace mingled with the pheromones that oozed out of his body. Its familiar and intoxicating aroma threatened to pull him back into the seductive depths of sleep.

But no...

Qiao Wei’s face hardened, defiance replacing the drowsy haze.

He needed to wake up.

He was not supposed to sleep with Zhang Fengxi the entire day.

"Fengxi."

Qiao Wei elbowed the alpha gently.

"Fengxi, wake up."

Zhang Fengxi groaned. Instead of waking up, he snuggled closer to Qiao Wei instead, burying his face into Qiao Wei’s back.

"Fengxi!"

Fengxi bit into Qiao Wei’s shoulder blade in response.

"I am tired," he complained.

"... How come? What time did you get into bed yesterday?"

Zhang Fengxi gave an inaudible answer, something about the water not cold enough, and also that Qiao Wei was a ruthless person.

"..."

Not wanting to talk about their lewd entanglement the previous night, Qiao Wei started pulling at Zhang Fengxi’s arm to get him up and running.

"Fengxi, come on. The Discussion Conference is supposed to start the next morning. We need to get to Tian’an Shang Sect’s residence by today. There will be a welcome banquet in the evening!"

Zhang Fengxi groaned in response.

"Fengxi!"

Zhang Fengxi’s arm shot out and pulled Qiao Wei back into the bed.

"You are so bad, Jianbao," he whispered against Qiao Wei’s neck. "I am not getting up unless you give me a kiss."

"If you don’t get up, I am going to leave you behind," Qiao Wei’s reply dripped with icy indifference, devoid of a single shred of mercy.

With a practiced sigh, Zhang Fengxi opened his eyes, composing a mask of melancholy upon his features.

"Baby, I am hurt," he said while clutching his chest dramatically. "There is nothing I want to do more than spend time with you, but all you care about is that stupid Discussion Conference."

Qiao Wei stared at the shameless alpha on the bed.

"We can have sex anytime. The Discussion Conference, unfortunately, only happens once a year. I am representing my shizun here. I cannot afford to ruin his immaculate reputation in front of the other great sects!"

Zhang Fengxi’s eyes snapped open at Qiao Wei’s words. A playful smile curved his lips as he reached out and gently pinched Qiao Wei’s stomach.

"Anytime, hm?"

His hand was soon smacked away by Qiao Wei.

"Not now. And if you don’t behave right away, never again."

Upon hearing Qiao Wei’s answer, Zhang Fengxi propelled himself off the bed and into his clothes with an uncharacteristic swiftness

The prospect of never having sex with his wife again was more daunting than any monster he had ever come across.

Tian’an Shang Sect truly lived up to its reputation as the greatest sect in the cultivation world.

In contrast to sects who sought seclusion from worldly temptations, the Tian’an Shang Sect flourished in the very heart of opulent Tian’an City.

Towering over the entrance to the Tian’an Jade Palace, the gates of the Tian’an Shang Sect shimmered with burnished gold. Flanking them, two monolithic lion statues, carved from ageless marble, guarded the passage with imposing grandeur.

Their Tian’an Jade Palace itself, a testament to their impressive degree of wealth and prosperity, displayed an array of elegant pavilions, serene meditation halls, and grand training courtyards.

The opulent facilities were built to serve hundreds of aspiring cultivators who were proud to call themselves members of the sect.

Lush gardens dotted with serene koi ponds, tranquil oases of bamboo groves, and reflecting pools were all enriched with pure spiritual power.

As if that wasn’t enough, special bridges woven with inbuilt spiritual stones arched over the water, guiding disciples between buildings and replenishing their energy even as they walked.

The ostentatious display of wealth was like a sunblast to any sect visitor, searing their eyes and leaving them reeling in its radiant, excessive glory.

Upon entering, the Discussion Conference participants were greeted by senior disciples, who were appointed as their guides. These dedicated figures accompanied guests along a pre-defined path, eventually leading them to their temporary palace lodgings.

Along the path stood a tall and broad wall, its surface a weathered chronicle of the Tian’an Shang Sect’s many triumphs. Engraved with scenes of valor, each sculpture bore the unmistakable imprint of the renowned sect leaders from the Shang family, their deeds etched in stone as testament to their enduring legacy.

Even for the most indifferent observer, the exquisite artistry eventually drew admiration.

Cloaked in the rustling whispers of bamboo, a senior disciple of the Tian’an Shang Sect guided Qiao Wei and Zhang Fengxi along a tranquil path. Sunlight dappled through the emerald canopy, casting fleeting shadows as they walked. At the path’s end, nestled amidst the whispering giants, emerged Moonlit Bamboo Sanctuary, a serene guest lodging that seemed to breathe with the rhythm of the forest.

While the building itself was crafted entirely out of the strongest bamboo trunks, its interior exuded quiet elegance that defied its humble origins. Polished jade tiles gleamed beneath hand-woven straw mats, their colors echoing the soft green of the surrounding bamboo grove.

Paper lanterns, etched with delicate crane silhouettes, cast a warm glow upon the walls, adorned with intricate paintings of mist-shrouded mountains and ethereal waterfalls. The air itself hummed with a subtle energy, a whisper of ancient magic woven into the very fabric of the dwelling.

"Master Qiao Wei and Master Zhang Fengxi, you will share this pavilion with the representatives from Dalian Meng Sect," the senior disciple informed them before he took his leave.

As if on cue, two figures materialized from their chambers. One, a vision of elegance in his flowing robes, strode with a confident grace. The other, his face crinkled in a perpetual grin, was a beautiful man who bounced like a jovial sunbeam.