As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life - Chapter 1321 - 365: Attaining the Temple God Dao Position and Shedding the Divine Fetus Again, Father and Daughter Set Out Together as Hosts of the Flat Peach Victory Meeting [Monthly Ticket Requested]
Chapter 1321: Chapter 365: Attaining the Temple God Dao Position and Shedding the Divine Fetus Again, Father and Daughter Set Out Together as Hosts of the Flat Peach Victory Meeting [Monthly Ticket Requested]
“The rules of the main banquet change slightly each time. Of course, it depends on how the Empress decides. It may just be slight modifications in details, or perhaps the entire rules could change drastically.”
“However, what sets this year’s Flat Peach Victory Meeting apart from previous ones is… this year’s Flat Peach Victory Meeting will be held in the West Queen Mother’s Mysterious Temple of the Three Pure Ones rank, because there will be a Ten-thousand-year-old Peach. That Ten-thousand-year-old Peach… I plan to compete for it.”
“If I manage to win it, after consuming this peach, perhaps I will have the confidence… to truly step into the Divine Tribulation.”
Lv Taibai took a sip of tea and said in a deep voice.
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The twenty-ninth of the first month, a chilly spring.
Spring rain is misty, all creatures revive, mysterious birds return, and day and night become gradually equal.
With each spring rain, comes warmth.
The chill of early vernal dissipates with the spring rains, the spring rain falls into the palm, bringing a gentle, oily warmth.
The Flat Peach Victory Meeting is an exceptionally grand event for the entire Divine Capital.
In these days, Jianghu Practitioners from the various paths of Great Vista and the states have almost filled all the inns of the Lower Three Cities of the Divine Capital to capacity.
And today, the Flat Peach Victory Meeting commences, opening nine of the Divine Capital’s cities to Jianghu Practitioners.
This means that apart from the Divine Capital First City, all other eight cities, including the Second City and Third City of the Upper Three Cities, have opened their gates unimpeded.
At this moment.
The white jade avenue by the Grand Canal, broad enough to accommodate dozens of luxurious carriages side by side, turned into a hustle and bustle.
People surged in crowds and the avenue was bustling with traffic!
The spring rain drizzled, oil-paper umbrellas bloomed like spring flowers of revival on the long street.
Fourth City, Qianyuan Institute.
The Qianyuan Institute, which had been quiet and serene for days, suddenly became lively.
Because the Fourth City’s streets, usually sparse with people, were now filled with a bustling crowd.
Many Jianghu Guests, grouped together outside Qianyuan Institute like tourists at a scenic spot.
And inside Qianyuan Institute.
Xi Xi and other children participating in the main banquet all changed into clean and tidy Qian Yuan Divine Sect’s blue disciple robes.
Li Che changed into the broad-sleeved, ancient robe of a Qian Yuan Divine Sect elder, filled with wind waves, appearing both elegant and carefree.
Zhang Ya thoughtfully helped him tidy up his robes, smoothing out the creases in his garments.
“Husband, don’t put too much pressure on yourself. It’s okay if you don’t win the top spot…”
Zhang Ya looked gently at Li Che.
She naturally knew why her husband and daughter were participating in this Flat Peach Victory Meeting, to win the precious thousand-year-old peach for her.
Zhang Ya felt deeply touched but also remorseful, touched by the intentions of her husband and daughter.
But remorseful because her cultivation talent was indeed lacking.
“Mother, don’t worry! Xi Xi will definitely win the top spot for Chulong for you! Whoever blocks Xi Xi, Xi Xi will beat them!”
Xi Xi clenched her chubby fists and said sternly.
Zhang Ya’s eyes tearily embraced her daughter, then teasingly tweaked Xi Xi’s nose: “Mother heard that your competitors are all those Chulong who just barely meet the fifteen-year age limit, each one looks like a young adult and has cultivated for many more years than Xi Xi. It’s okay if we lose.”
“Mother! Xi Xi will not lose!” Xi Xi immediately pouted, feeling unhappy.
Li Che rubbed Xi Xi’s and his wife Zhang Ya’s heads, warmly smiling, “Xiao Ya, don’t mind her. Let her run wild and unrestricted… Winning would be great, but losing is also fine, treat it as tempering the mind…”
Zhang Ya listened, naturally not saying anything more.
Lv Taibai smiled while watching the tender family, a flash of envy in his eyes.
When the grand sound of the bell, reverberating throughout the city, spread from below the city gates adjacent to Divine Capital Second City and Third City.
Lv Taibai instructed to set off.
The children excitedly poured out of the institute, scrambling onto the carriage drawn carts.
Xi Xi took along Jin Taixui, the little servant, following behind Li Che, together entering the Qintian Observatory’s carriage, wanting to travel with Li Che.
However.
As Nie Yang drove into the crowded long street.
Suddenly, a figure wrapped in a black robe stopped Li Che’s carriage.
Nie Yang frowned, pulling the reins, the Flood Dragon Horse neighed, stamping and shattering the spring water.
“Who are you? Blocking the carriage of my Qian Yuan Divine Sect elder?!”
Nie Yang handed the reins to Li Chengzhou.
He himself gripped the handle of the sword hilt in his bosom, his aura surging.
However, beneath the black robe, the opponent only glanced, which made Nie Yang feel as if his entire body stiffened, sweat breaking on his forehead.
He was a swordsman capable of cutting down Three Flowers Grandmasters!
For the opponent to exert such terrifying pressure on him!
It indicates that this person is a…
Martial Saint!
And an extremely powerful Martial Saint at that!
The black-robed person slowly looked up, took off the hood, revealing a head of golden hair flying in the spring wind and rain, and a face full of tribal markings painted with pigments.
Defiant, arrogant, and wild aura unleashed on the long street.
At this moment, the entire noisy long street quieted down.
The golden-haired figure, with eyes like Peerless Fierce Beasts, scanned over, fell on the carriage, ignoring the sword-holding Nie Yang, the fierce gaze seemed to penetrate the carriage’s curtain.
Seeing the figures seated inside the carriage.
The face filled with pigment totems showed a slowly rising mocking smile.
“Golden-haired Hou from Wushen Mountain.”
“Let Jin Taixui roll out to meet me.”
