The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 167 - 167 113 Banquet Invitation

167: Chapter 113: Banquet Invitation 167: Chapter 113: Banquet Invitation At this moment, the Primordial Land is in utter chaos.

Seeing his disciple vanish without a trace in the struggle against Zhunti, the usually calm and majestic Primordial Venerable finally erupted in fury.

That endless Saintly Pressure spread throughout Zixiao Palace in nearly an instant.

“Zhunti, you old scoundrel!

How could I call myself a mentor if I do not kill you!”

“Second Brother, I will join you, to avenge Qingmingzi, our disciple nephew!” Tongtian’s originally stern face was suddenly overflowing with killing intent.

The resonating Four Immortal Executioners shot out from the depths of Tongtian’s Primordial Spirit.

Four Immortal Swords radiating boundless Evil Qi danced recklessly up and down.

“Zhunti has indeed gone too far!”

Laozi, who has always been quiet and inactive, had a face as somber as water, and his voice was like the sound of a ringing bell.

“Humph, Zhunti really does not deserve the title of a Saint!” Netherworld River has always regarded Li Qingming as his elder brother, and now that his brother’s life or death is uncertain, how can he, as a brother, endure this?

They say the world is cold and puts interests above all else.

However, this saying does not fully apply to the Primordial Continent.

At least the few people present are those who highly value emotions.

Hong Jun watched the four furious and awe-inspiring people with an expressionless face.

With an almost imperceptible sigh, he said, “The Old Tao once said, ‘Calamity is where fortune depends; fortune is where calamity lies.’ For Qingmingzi, how is this time of tribulation not an opportunity?”

“But Master!

I am Qingmingzi’s mentor.

This shameless Zhunti attacked my junior.

I must confront him to settle this matter and demand an explanation!” The Primordial Venerable remained unmoved, his complexion so gloomy it seemed water could drip from it.

Hong Jun remained silent for a long moment, then suddenly said, “Cease, rest!”

With these words, Hong Jun flicked his robe sleeves, and all four Saints were thrown out of Zixiao Palace.

The extremely ancient Zixiao Palace trembled slightly as if an illusion, and then it disappeared without a trace.

The Four Saints looked at each other in dismay, not expecting that even now, as Saints, they still could not feel the power of Li Qingming.

The might of the Heavenly Dao is indeed terrifying!

With no other choice, they shook their heads helplessly and together hastened towards Western Sumeru Mountain.

…

The Fishing Platform Guesthouse is located on the east side of Yuyuan Lake in Longdian Sea District, a blend of ancient royal garden and modern state guesthouse architectures.

Named for a former Emperor who built a platform here to fish, “Fishing Platform” has been known for over 800 years.

The Fishing Platform Guesthouse consists of more than a dozen buildings; numbered sequentially in a counterclockwise direction starting north of the Fishing Platform East Gate.

Today, Luo Shucheng’s father, Luo Hong, is celebrating in Building No.

2 of the guesthouse, for Li Qingming’s recovery from his severe illness.

Before the car accident, Li Qingming had visited the Fishing Platform Guesthouse once.

He held the guesthouse’s service, cuisine, and environment in high esteem.

But as the heir to a deceased wealthy man, a young man who only wanted to indulge in the pleasures of life, how many chances would he have to dine and stay in the guesthouse?

Sitting in Luo Shucheng’s Audi, Li Qingming felt a strangely wonderful sensation.

Perhaps accustomed to the life of flying here and there in the Primordial Heaven and Earth, everything about the new era seemed filled with novelty.

“Xiao Pang, isn’t Uncle Luo usually very busy?

How does he have time to invite me to dinner today?” Li Qingming relaxed to the mellow music inside the car.

Hearing this, Luo Shucheng’s pupils flashed unnaturally, and then he chuckled lightly and said, “Hey!

How can one be too busy?

The company has been on track for a long time, and there aren’t that many miscellaneous things to worry about.

Plus, Brother Ming, you’ve just recovered from a serious illness.

Even if there’s no time, I must make time to have a meal together.

Right?”

Although Li Qingming’s Cultivation had just recovered to the peak of Golden Immortal with the aid of the previous day’s Heavenly Tribulation, his aura was comparable to that of a Saint.

To a mortal, no matter how deeply you hide your thoughts, they are utterly transparent in the eyes of Li Qingming.

Noticing the abnormality in Luo Shucheng’s eyes, Li Qingming’s heart stirred.

Could it be that Uncle Luo’s group encountered some trouble?

Although he was tempted to delve his Primordial Spirit into Luo Shucheng’s mind and clear everything up, for Li Qingming, Luo Shucheng was like a dear brother.

Using Immortal Techniques to pry into his brother’s privacy, such an act was something that Li Qingming couldn’t bring himself to do.

The car passed through the towering and austere archway of the Fishing Platform Guesthouse and went straight to Building No.

2.

When Luo Shucheng and Li Qingming approached the lobby of Building No.

2, the burly and imposing Luo Hong had already stood up early.

He took big strides toward Li Qingming and gave him a bear hug.

“Hahaha, a couple of days ago, Shucheng told me you had woken up.

At first, I thought this little rascal was fooling me.

I didn’t expect it to be true, that’s really great!” Luo Hong is a typical Dongbei man.

He fully embodies the hearty nature of Dongbei people, as well as their rough voices.

“Uncle Luo, thank you all for these past years!” Li Qingming chuckled with a tear of turbidity quietly rolling down his cheek.

“You melon, what are you talking about!” Luo Hong suddenly said with a touch of loss: “Just consider me as taking on the duty of a father for Brother Li.”

Li Qingming knew well the bond between Luo Hong and his late father.

As the saying goes, there are four strong bonds in life: studying together, serving in the army together, visiting brothels together, and sharing spoils together.

Li Qingming’s father and Luo Hong were brothers who came out of the same orphanage.

They went to school together, enlisted together, chased girls together, and did business together.

This indescribable brotherly feeling weighed heavily on Luo Hong’s heart when he learned of Li Qingming’s father’s passing.

“Hahaha, forget it, let’s not think about that!

Come on, Mingming, let me introduce you!” Luo Hong pulled Li Qingming’s arm, pointing to two women and a man standing aside and said: “Mingming, this is Wang Chonghai, the chairman of Wanshibo Group, this is Mr.

Wang’s wife Yang Han, and this is Mr.

Wang’s beloved daughter Wang Ziyuan.”

“Hahaha, Chonghai.

This is my nephew, Li Qingming, who I always mention to you!” Luo Hong introduced them with a smile.

Li Qingming smiled and shook hands with each of them, maintaining a courteous demeanor.

“So this is the talented nephew Qingming, truly a person with an impressive appearance!” Wang Chonghai’s interest was obviously low, but he smiled reluctantly due to politeness.

After all, it’s fine to be on good terms with me, but no need to introduce someone irrelevant, right?

“Shucheng you little fatty, come here!

Upon seeing your future father-in-law and mother-in-law, how could you not come over to greet them?” Luo Hong saw Luo Shucheng not far away, sneakily trying to slip upstairs, and couldn’t help but shout in anger.

At this moment, Li Qingming finally realized.

Well, so it turns out Wang Ziyuan is Luo Shucheng’s fiancée.

However, looking at Wang Ziyuan’s occasionally furtive glances towards Luo Shucheng, filled with tenderness, it wasn’t hard to guess that their relationship was certainly no ordinary one.

Now, Li Qingming finally took the time to observe Wang Ziyuan.

Although Wang Ziyuan didn’t have a celestial beauty or stunning looks, she had the rare clean and fresh charm of a girl next door.

The young girl had flat duck-egg-faced features that were all very attractive, a pair of big eyes shining with ripples, fair and delicate skin, small and rosy lips, a small and captivating mole on the side of her cheek adding to her allure, expression in her eyebrows and eyes brimming with a vibrant spirit.

Her thick, dark hair was tied back with a pink ribbon, resting obediently behind her head, while the rest hung loosely down, and on the side of her hair was a cute hair clip adding to her grace and distinctiveness.

Although the fatty Luo Shucheng was a bit chubby, he also seemed tall and burly.

Standing together with the young girl Wang Ziyuan, they appeared to be quite a match.

“Yes!” Luo Shucheng, seeing no chance of escape, came over with a downtrodden face, and said respectfully: “Shucheng greets Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang!”

This time, the expressions of Mr.

and Mrs.

Wang Chonghai recovered a bit, speaking with a certain aristocratic air: “Shucheng, you should spend more time with our Yuan Yuan!

You young people have common interests, you should stay together more!”

Luo Shucheng embarrassedly scratched his head and nodded eagerly in agreement: “Yes, Uncle, you’re absolutely right!”

“Let’s go, don’t stay down here!

I’ve already booked the rooms!” Seeing that everyone had arrived, Luo Hong took the lead and headed towards the second floor.

“Oh my!

Isn’t this Miss Wang?

How come, are you dining here today as well?” Just as everyone was chatting and laughing on their way to the upstairs, a man’s voice sounded from behind.

His voice clearly carried a mix of joy and hostility.