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Chapter 449 - 449 448 Autumn Appreciation Gathering 3

449: Chapter 448: Autumn Appreciation Gathering 3 449: Chapter 448: Autumn Appreciation Gathering 3 As deep autumn arrived, the Red Leaf Region welcomed its most beautiful season of the year, with mountains and fields blanketed in red, even the buildings in Red Leaf City were painted red, creating a charming reflection.

However, this red wasn’t harsh on the eyes, but was a natural red full of vitality.

The annual Autumn Appreciation Meeting had begun.

The Autumn Appreciation Meeting didn’t exclude ordinary Daoist disciples from participating, but with a crowd of two or three thousand people, it was difficult to ensure that everyone was close to the center of the banquet.

The basic layout was on the huge demonstration ground of the Daoist Sect, where the central position was occupied by family heads of the highest realms and their offspring.

Next were the families whose heads had come, but who were not of high realms, and finally, the majority who were disciples whose elder family members hadn’t arrived.

Generally speaking, if a family elder was a Tongxuan Cultivator, there would inevitably be a spot in the central area reserved for them, with melons, plates, and fruits; the items weren’t important, the identity and status were.

Most of the Daoist disciples were of humble descent, and those from cultivation families were indeed a minority; naturally, even fewer could enter the Daoist path.

No one complained, the world was originally like this; people were sitting in the center because of their own efforts, no one could succeed by fluke.

Hou Niao’s table of four was, of course, in the center position, even closest to the center.

He didn’t mind where he was seated, even if such an arrangement might have been deliberate—touted as a pearl, actually a grain of rice?

He didn’t believe that these visiting Tongtian Realm cultivators would deliberately target him over minor issues with their children.

Given the breadth of heart characteristic of those in the Daoist path, it wasn’t likely; but if someone really did so, there might be some underlying issues worth pondering.

Among the four at the table, apart from Hou Niao and Zhao Xintong, there were also Zhao Xintong’s two best friends at the Daoist Sect, Han Mi and Shang Keqing.

One was a master of Mechanical Puppet Skill and the other was proficient in Array Method, both ranking among the top, truly the elite of Red Leaf Daoist Sect.

Professional direction also became a facet of making friends, as if being in the same profession meant definitely being adversaries?

A Tongxuan Upper Cultivator could bring along multiple disciples, and in this aspect, the Daoist Sect was not too strict.

At the center was a high platform where invited Upper Cultivators went up to deliver speeches on Daoist Methods, which was a basic feature of all Daoist meetings; the Autumn Appreciation Meeting was likely no exception.

The head of the Daoist Sect spoke, the dean gave a speech, thanking all Daoist friends for their support, thanking the Daoist students for their dedicated work, thanking the teachers for their hard efforts, thanking the Wei Sect and the Taihao for their broadmindedness, thanking the Heavenly Dao for its nurturing grace, thanking…

The ones who went up to demonstrate Daoist Methods were mostly cultivators from the Taihao of the Wei Sect, which matched the educational direction of the Red Leaf Daoist Sect; naturally, there were also many from the Taihao who came.

The Daoist Sect did not contact Hou Niao to go up and demonstrate Daoist Methods, which was a bit unexpected for him; not because he thought himself very important, but he wondered if those few youngsters would bring out an adult to steal his thunder.

If others treated him with respect, he was also willing to reciprocate.

A few young ladies were indeed captivated by the teachings, as the Daoist Sect instructors often taught basic theories, while these visiting Upper Cultivators focused more on practical applications, naturally making it much more exciting.

For him, these had little significance; his path of cultivation was far removed from theirs.

He could not understand the profound imaginations of the Taihao, and the Taihao could not understand the straightforwardness of the Quanzhen.

The Autumn Appreciation started from sundown and gradually reached its peak two hours later.

The brilliant applications of Daoist Methods demonstrated by the Upper Cultivators captivated the disciples, broadened their horizons, strengthened their confidence, and set examples.

Then it moved into the next segment, allegories and prophetic sayings, which was also the aspect the disciples were most interested in.

Red Leaf Academy, as a fundamental cultivator training ground under the Taihao Sect, excels in many areas, but it is renowned for only one thing, which is divination and star reading.

This is a unique characteristic throughout the entire continent, the courage of the Wei Sect’s Taihao to confront the Wu Sect, and also the pride of Red Leaf Academy.

But the fables and prophetic sayings at the Autumn Appreciation Meeting were not purely divination predictions; the biggest taboo in this profession was to blabber recklessly.

How could one possibly conjecture the will of heaven randomly in such a public place?

Only a loose cultivator like the initial venerable immortal would show off by speaking without restraint.

For a professional sect like Taihao, under any circumstances, they would never commit such a childish mistake.

Therefore, the fables and prophetic sayings here were more like a kind of life realization, integrating their understanding of cultivation into a single phrase, akin to a famous motto, reminding the juniors what is essential and what should be avoided.

Interestingly, the fables also distinguished between pros and cons, deepening the disciples’ understanding of the Dao through some form of opposition.

This method was ideal, scholarly, and innocent; if one had been in the harsh world of cultivation for long, they might find it naive, but the disciples liked it.

They always tried to find a path to success from their seniors’ teachings, including these life maxims.

The Daoist Sect often adopted this method of cultivation; however, if placed within the Demon Sect, it was simply a matter of throwing someone into the Jianghu.

Whoever survived naturally understood, and those who didn’t, didn’t need to because they were already dead.

A Daoist stood up and moved to the center.

Using a special array arranged by the sect at this location, with a mere swipe, a scene of a snake and a rat competing appeared in the void.

This was a real, ongoing situation happening near Red Leaf City; the array could randomly extract such a scene as a lead, then the cultivators would prophesize based on it.

Much better than making up something without any boundaries, as cultivation and life were always closely related.

The Daoist smiled slightly and lazily pointed into the crowd, “Would Brother Liu dare to come up and discuss the words…”

This was a battle of wits, very interesting and philosophical, yet somewhat abstract.

Hou Niao listened but was mainly focused on Zhao Xintong’s reaction, trying to find the root of her mental state.

One after another, Daoists stood up, typically prearranged by the sect, needing profound Daoist knowledge and articulate speech; the cultivation world had plenty of teapots filled with dumplings that couldn’t pour out—a situation that could be quite awkward for such individuals.

As the fables drew to a close, a fair-faced Daoist stood up, his presence erect and his demeanor sublime.

One glance was enough to see the family bloodline he shared with Yu Buzuo, strikingly similar; indeed, the Yu family had inherited a fine lineage.

“It’s Senior Yu Wuxia, a God Sensing Upper Cultivator, Xintong, isn’t he Yu Buzuo’s father?” Han Mi chuckled.

Zhao Xintong’s face was as calm as water.

“What does his identity have to do with me?”

Some of the people at the gathering felt a bit embarrassed, but Yu Wuxia acted gracefully and with a sweep of his hand, a scene unfolding in real-time appeared in the void.

An elderly man, hunched and struggling, was pulling a wooden cart toward an arched bridge; it was a scene of transporting goods into the city during the night, just the ordinary life of a mortal.

Yu Wuxia smiled lightly, gesturing, “Fellow Daoist, how about you and I scheme together this time?”

The crowd looked over, and on that seat, there were unexpectedly three ranked disciples, including the well-known Immortal Zhao from the sect.

But who was that young Daoist?