Immortal Father
Chapter 302 - 302 113 Outstanding Among the Guests!_2

302: Chapter 113: Outstanding Among the Guests!_2 302: Chapter 113: Outstanding Among the Guests!_2 Indeed, the powerful always make an entrance later on.

In just a short while, this modest coming-of-age banquet at Drunken Moon Tower had already welcomed four True Immortals.

Minister Weiyen whispered telepathically, “Isn’t Ping’an coming?

There are no seats left; I don’t recognize this old man from before.”

Yansheng replied, “This person practices demonic cultivation.”

Minister Weiyen quickly sent a telepathic message, “Ah?

He is the notorious demon from the Blood Fiend Hall?

Shall we capture him directly?”

“Such a demon cultivator dares to come here so brazenly because he must have something to rely on.

Do not act rashly; the spies from the Blood Fiend Hall wouldn’t usually be so obvious.”

Right at that moment, Sister Yingying gracefully made her way inside, followed by several musicians from behind the screen.

Minister Weiyen gave Yansheng a brief introduction.

Sister Yingying’s real name was Sun Yingying, a member of the Joy Valley, openly the manager of Drunken Moon Tower, efficient in her affairs, well-versed in social niceties, directly reporting to Granny Yin Lin, and quite skilled in dealing with people.

The coming-of-age banquet was indeed hosted by Sun Yingying.

She exchanged a few brief pleasantries and went straight to the point:

“All of you are familiar guests to our Drunken Moon Tower, and having you witness Jia’er’s coming-of-age banquet truly reflects the good fortune she has cultivated in her previous life.

“Tonight, we also have a distinguished guest, whose determination for this coming-of-age banquet is unmistakable.”

As Sun Yingying’s words fell, a dark figure slowly rose from a corner shadow.

The immortals couldn’t help but frown in silence, even the old swordservant opened his eyes to watch.

Unbeknownst to them, someone had been there.

Two maids brought over a low table, placing it prominently in the front leftmost position; from this spot, one would only need to turn slightly to see directly behind the screen.

Minister Weiyen took a good look and almost laughed aloud.

This was none other than Li Ping’an, using that half-masked alias.

The elder Yansheng transmitted a mocking telepathic thought, “Look at Ping’an, and then look at yourself.

By now, Ping’an might have already identified the fiend from the Blood Fiend Hall.”

Anxious not to give himself away, Minister Weiyen put on a curious face and watched Li Ping’an’s figure.

‘Mo Wenqing’ Li Ping’an calmly took his ‘special seat,’ followed by two barefooted young girls who knelt beside him, arranging fine wine and fresh fruit.

Li Ping’an’s gaze swept over the place as he let out a soft snort from the tip of his nose.

The blood-robed elder farthest from the screen by the door was displeased,

“What do you mean by this, Joy Valley?”

Sun Yingying glanced at Li Ping’an.

She didn’t know why this valued guest had made such an arrangement and could only respond with a smile,

“Predecessor, please do not be angry; this is simply the rule of our Drunken Moon Tower.

The order of seating is based on the amount of Spirit Stones each guest has previously supported our tower with.

“This Daoist friend is indeed one of our esteemed guests; it’s just that he arrived at our Drunken Moon Tower in Dong’an City today for the first time.”

“Oh?”

The fair-faced Tuoba Han smiled and said,

“I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting this Daoist friend.

I am Tuoba Han of the Tuoba family from the East Sea.”

Li Ping’an calmly gave a courtesy fist salute and replied directly, “I am determined to win over the beauty tonight; the rest of you might as well head back early.”

“Aren’t you being a bit too presumptuous?”

A young-faced Loose Cultivator scoffed,

“We are all here today to celebrate the beauty’s occasion.

In the end, the one willing to pay the highest will earn the privilege of a spring breeze!”

Another young-faced Loose Cultivator said, “Who here doesn’t have a few Spirit Stones at their disposal?”

“Heh,” Li Ping’an sneered, “I advise you not to bring shame upon yourselves.”

“Brave lad!” exclaimed the wandering cultivator Xiaomianzi, his eyes emitting a sharp gleam as he chuckled, “I like your attitude; let’s see if your money pouch is as plump as your words.

I can’t let you have it so easily tonight.”

Most of the others seemed amused, watching the masked black-robed Daoist.

Minister Weiyen hummed a few times and telepathically communicated to the elder in his sleeve,

“Elder Yansheng… why do I feel like our Ping’an is the one who seems most like a demon here?”

“Nonsense!

Copy the sect rules three hundred times when we get back!”

Minister Weiyen’s Dao Body jolted, feeling the onset of dramatic flair.

He set down his wine cup with a wry smile and lamented, “I am but a minor minister; I fear tonight I’ll only get to admire the beauty from afar.”

Sun Yingying chuckled sweetly, “Oh Minister Weiyen, you jest.

Who doesn’t know your influence in Dong’an City?

While you may not cover the sky with one hand, your single word can still make Dong’an City tremble thrice.”

Minister Weiyen inwardly cursed his luck, yet before he could speak, he was sharply kicked in the forearm by a maid of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

Hurriedly, Minister Weiyen protested, “I wouldn’t dare claim that, no indeed!”

Tuoba Han, ever the socialite, deftly changed the subject, beaming with a cupped fist gesture, “Is this the Minister Weiyen of Wanyun Sect?

I’ve long admired your name.

Does your sect still accept disciples?

May I come to cultivate?”

The blood-robed elder at the door sneered, “The Wanyun Sect truly has good fortune, with both the Grand Wealth Immortal and the nearly enlightened True Immortal emerging from your sect.”

An instigator commented, “Since when did the Wanyun Sect become the leading sect?”

“What a pity that the nearly enlightened True Immortal is not present; otherwise, what dispute would we have here?”

“Ha ha ha!

If the nearly enlightened True Immortal were to come here, I would willingly scatter all my wealth to book all the ladies that Drunken Moon Tower could arrange in the coming ten years and offer them to him!

All I ask is for him to accept my no-good son as a disciple!”

With these sixteen individuals adding their remarks, the atmosphere of the gathering suddenly lightened and became more jovial.

Sun Yingying secretly sighed in relief and gave a grateful look to Tuoba Han.

She clapped her hands lightly, and the musicians began to play slowly, with several women wearing just breast cloths and gauze skirts entering to dance.

In the corner, Li Ping’an closed his eyes to meditate, maintaining his aloof and arrogant persona.

Directly challenging others as a demon cultivator was quite satisfying.

This indeed was a delight in life that Li Ping’an had not previously experienced.

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‘A modest coming-of-age banquet, yet it has attracted three big fish.’