Chapter 90: The Grand Canal Administrator of the Yellow Rive

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"What did you say!"

No sooner had Dou Zhao's voice fallen than someone slapped the table in excitement.

Under such circumstances, the first person to speak out against it was Yu Xiaocheng from the Xuehe Sect.

His resentment wasn't actually directed at Dou Zhao, but at Chong Xuanzun.

Dou Zhao said, "It's just the three of us," and argued, "Three people are enough." He disregarded everyone else, causing him to react impulsively at the time.

Of course, what he was most displeased with was that the previous Grand Master, on his deathbed, had bequeathed the position to Chongxuan Zun. And Chongxuan Zun had actually refused it!

The place he yearned for with all his heart, was discarded by others like a worn-out rug.

The sect that gave birth to him, raised him, and filled him with pride, in Huo Zongzhu's eyes, there was no one within the sect who could inherit it. Outside the sect, only Chongxuan Zun was worthy.

We all have the same two fists, one life, and one way, all under the divine presence.

What's so great about these so-called hegemon prodigies!

Today, the Dragon Palace is hosting a grand feast. Who among the guests is not a peerless genius

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Dou Zhao's "pouring wine" incident nearly offended everyone.

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It's not just Yu Xiaocheng who is unhappy.

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The green-robed Xie Junmeng spat out, "Arrogance should have its limits. If you're sick, come to Dongwanggu for treatment!"

Xi Yu's Zhongshan Wei Sun asked in a voice, "It's fine to act arrogantly and domineeringly in Chu State, but you dare to be so unrestrained outside Who gives you the confidence!"

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Even more so, Qin Zhizhen sat firmly in his position, his demeanor imposing and shadowy. He asked word by word, "Do you think the descendants of Dou underestimate the heroes of the world"

It aroused public outrage and a surge of anger.

Even Chong Xuanzun and Jiang Wang frowned.

He Xuan has always been accustomed to simplifying complex problems, while Dou Zhao is skilled at muddying the waters. As for Jiang Wang...he's simply a bit tired of it all.

As for Xiang Bei Qu Shunhua and the others, they were used to it. Although they were all from Chu, they couldn't escape Dou Zhao's mockery either, but they remained unmoved.

And Zhongli Yan... he only hated that this speech wasn't from him. If he had the chance, he could shout even louder!

Zuo Guangshu recalled that time in the Shan Hai Realm, Dou Zhao had also single-handedly taken out all potential allies, only to be surrounded and defeated in the end. He couldn't help but laugh. But he quickly remembered that this time, he and Dou Zhao were on the same team.

Immediately, someone nearby stepped forward to smooth things over: “Everyone, please calm down. Dou Zhao didn’t mean it that way— ”

"That's exactly what I mean." Dou Zhao interrupted, scanning the room with a haughty gaze and pointing at each person individually: "Yu Xiaocheng You have bad ears, so listen clearly — I said, most of you here are only worthy of pouring me wine, but you... don't even deserve that privilege! Scoundrel!"

"Xie Junmeng Limits are set for mediocrity. You bind yourself, so just stay out of my sight! After the banquet, I'm going to Dongwang Valley to consult a doctor. Let's see what's wrong with me that I can't find an opponent. If you have the guts, wait for me at the entrance of the valley!"

And you, this little bumblebee from Zhongshan! You had no right to touch me at the riverside pavilion, so where did you get the confidence to speak to me now

Looking at Qin Zhizhen finally, "The world's heroes Sorry, I didn't see any."

The Heavenly Saber was already in his hand, held diagonally with a slight grip. He looked around once more and said calmly: "All of you, one by one, whoever is unwilling to accept this, feel free to step forward!"

He is not foolish.

I didn't intentionally want to stir up trouble at this Dragon Palace banquet.

He truly... wants to explore his own limits. He wants to, during this time of gathering storms, use these peerless talents of the world to hone his blade!

What are the rewards of the Dragon Palace Feast These opponents we can test our skills against are the greatest gains of this trip.

Though the emotions are running high, when Tianxiaodao is drawn, people also need to remain calm.

Only Qin Zhizhen immediately stood up from his seat.

Huang Butong, who was napping, suddenly woke up and jumped to his feet. His eyes swayed back and forth for a moment before focusing on Dou Zhao.

When Qin Zhizhen, clad in black martial attire, grasped the black sword named "Horizontal and Vertical" from the void.

A shadowy palace loomed behind him.

On that day, the light of the palace shone on the iron armor.

That's when people finally realized.

He is also a cultivator from the Heavenly Capital.

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Qin Zhizhen, Chong Xuanzun, and Jiang Wang, the three most renowned celestial cultivators of today's world, are all at the same realm today and gathered here!

"How young and wonderful..."

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In this tense moment, a voice sounded softly.

The entire hall fell silent. The restless mood, stirred by the warlust, was smoothed over without a trace.

At the very front of all the food offerings, where stars encircled it, a magnificent throne adorned with gold and jade, studded with sparkling jewels appeared at an unknown time. That was the Dragon King's seat.

Before the great chair, there stood a man clad in heavy armor, with a broad and thick face. His hands were clasped before him, and he stood sword in hand.

"I am Fu Yunqin, the chief official of the Dragon Palace and the great general manager of the Yellow River."

He calmly introduced himself, then smiled and said: “Why are you all so anxious The guests haven't arrived yet, the banquet hasn't begun, and His Majesty the Dragon King hasn't come out. Are you preparing to leave already”

When this sound came down, it overlapped with endless rhymes, like a mad wave rolling back and then a calm flowing ripple.

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The cultivation of the Dao is not stingy about displaying itself.

Dou Zhao's Tianshao and Qin Zhizhen's Hengshuo were all returned to their original places. The gathering of talented young people from various heavens was also sent back to their respective positions by an invisible force. The fighting spirit that raged in the hall seemed to have never existed at all.

At this point in time, within the entire Chang He Dragon Palace, besides Lord Chang He Dragon Ao Shu Yi and this Yellow River Grand Manager Fu Yun Qin, there was no one else who could halt this dispute.

It's not like the Yellow River summit where high-level officials from various countries lead delegations. With no one in charge, so many prodigies gathering together, each brimming with youthful ambition and pride, it would be strange if something didn't happen.

All the titles like "Director of the Dragon Palace" and "Grand Overseer of the Yellow River" were mere formalities. Only the cultivation level of the Dao-derived realm could truly dominate the entire scene.

“Please wait here for a moment, everyone. Whether you discuss matters or hurl insults at each other, as long as you don’t come to blows, consider me nonexistent.” Fu Yunqin didn't say much else, and with a smile finished his sentence. Stone then began to spread from the corner of his mouth, quickly engulfing his entire body and armor until he was petrified into a stone statue.

It's almost as if it "doesn't exist" anymore.

The rules for the Dragon Palace banquet had already been set. Dou Zhao couldn't sharpen his sword in a short time, so he turned around gracefully, putting away his arrogance and swagger, and went to find a seat to sit down, slowly savoring the various exotic fruits of the Dragon Palace.

It seemed that the intense drama just now had nothing to do with him.

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Many people were still angry there, but he had already begun to greet the Chu people present: “Sit down, what are you standing around for”

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Out in the open world, they were a collective after all. After talking with Jiang Wang about it, Zuo Guangshu pulled Qu Shunhua's hand and sat beside Dou Zhao together with Xiang Bei and Zhong Liyan.

Each person was a plate, a seat. He and Qu Shunhua were squeezed together, chuckling softly, whispering secrets. Amidst the debates and insults, they chose spring blossoms, moonlit nights, and snowflakes. The whole world was outside their little lovers' realm; this vast Dragon Palace was nothing more than a distant backdrop.

No. So what brings you to the Dragon Palace!

Zhong Li Yan slanted his eyes at them. Such a large Chu State, not even enough for these two to frolic in!

People from the State of Chu sat in one group, and people from the State of Qi sat in another. People generally separated themselves according to their state or clan. The only exception was Huang Sheli, who leaned against Jiang Wang without paying any attention to the suggestive glances Zhongshan Wei Sun cast his way.

A little while later, three more people walked into the hall.

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Among the two women, Jiang Wang was very familiar with them. They were Zhuo Qingru from Sanxing Palace and Ning Shuangrong from Jian Ge.

The remaining man wore a taoist crown, his features were handsome and dignified, his long sleeves fluttered, a sword hung at his waist, and he possessed an ethereal air. Jiang Wang didn't recognize him, but inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.

As soon as Zhuo Qingru saw Jiang Wang, she was about to go over and say a few pleasantries. After all, the two of them were on relatively good terms. Ning Shuangrong, who was standing beside her, had already taken a step forward: "I'm going to greet some friends. You guys find a place to sit first."

Then he walked over to Jiang Wang's side.

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Zuo Qing's eyebrows twitched... eh

My steps are already ahead of my thoughts.

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The man accompanying them, however, smiled and said: "I saw my friend too. Let's talk about it later."

And with that, he parted ways and walked alone towards where Zhongshan Weisu stood. Zhongshan Weisu, all by himself, waved enthusiastically to greet him. Whether it was genuine affection or simply the loneliness of being alone, it was hard to say.

Today, Ning Shuangrong still wears embroidered shoes and a green robe. She follows the wind and moon, taking up most of Jiange's gentle beauty. A sword must always be held in hand, hidden with a clear brilliance, like autumn water.

Of all the Tianjiao who have entered so far, only she and Xie Junmeng are wearing green.

But Xie Junmeng's green robe was a gloomy, dark shade of emerald.

Ning Shuangrong's green robe was a translucent and light pine frost green.

The two disciples from their respective sects gave completely different impressions. One was gloomy, the other refreshing.

“I thought we were here early enough, but I didn't expect so many people to be in the palace already.” She passed by like a mountain breeze brushing your clothes, her embroidered shoes stopping carelessly before you. Her voice was light and airy: "When did Brother Jiang arrive"

If one were to say who Jiang Wang sparred with the most times in the Illusory Realm of Taixu, it would undoubtedly be "The Sword Master Ning".

On the kendo court, they are mutually supportive. In life, they can also be considered half friends. Therefore, their conversation is so natural and easygoing.

“We’ve only just arrived.” Jiang Wang bowed politely: “Miss Ning, your beauty remains undiminished. How is Lord Si doing”

Ning Shuangrong smiled and said, "He's doing well. He just often mentions you."

“Oh, is that so Haha.” Jiang Wang suddenly became nervous. Greetings were greetings, but being nagged by Si Yu'an wasn’t a good thing.

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Ning Shuangrong stopped scaring people and explained instead, "The person who was traveling with us just now is Long Borji, a disciple of the esteemed Sir Fu Zhaofan of Nandou Palace. Sister Zhuo and I happened to meet him on our way south, so we came together... Oh, this is Zhuo Qingru, a high disciple of the Sanxing Palace."

It turns out to be a disciple of Nandou Hall!

It's no wonder Ning Shuangrong still felt the need to explain. She knew about the feud between herself and Yishengfeng.

Jiang Wang thought to himself, but on his face, he smiled and said: "Senior Sister Zhuo doesn't need you to introduce us, we are very familiar with each other!"

Ning Shuang smiled in surprise.

Zuo Qingru smiled but said nothing.

Then Jiang Wang asked, "But how did you two... meet"

Yi Shengfeng was already the top disciple of Nandou Palace, and he also harbored resentment towards Minxi Corridor. This Long Boji, without showing any hostile attitude, he indeed didn't care much about him.

Zuo Qingru said: "I left Tianxingya before to travel and study, to seek truth, and also to meet some interesting people in the vast world. That's how I met you."

She looked around at the people gathered with Jiang Wang, and said very naturally, “These are all your new friends Aren’t you going to introduce them”

Jiang Wang shook his head slightly and smiled, "They are all my old friends."

As he spoke, he introduced each one individually.

Everyone was still quite restrained in their greetings.

Xu Xiangqian, with his plain face and unassuming demeanor, stood quietly by. He was very well-behaved.

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Only Huang Sheli was as enthusiastic as ever: "Sister Ning is from Jiange How's the scenery there I should go visit sometime."

Ning Shuang gracefully gestured with her hand, resembling the flowing autumn water. With a slight nod, she declared: "Jian Ge welcomes all sword masters from across the land to come and test their skills!"

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Huang Sheli was taken aback: "Hey That's not what I meant. I said it jokingly, I really just meant it as a joke."

Ning Shuangrong didn't know if she had understood or not, she nodded once, and then left with Zhu Qingru to find a seat.

Huang Sheli followed up, "Can I go even if I don't practice swordsmanship"

"Or you could come visit Jing Guo!"

As soon as he turned around, Jiang Wang was already busy arranging for everyone to take their seats.

I was just idly chatting in a corner of the main hall when people started coming over to greet me. So I decided to sit down first.

“Miss Huang, the banquet is about to begin. Let’s go to our seats quickly.” Jiang Wang implied it very obviously.

"Good." Huang Sheli walked closely beside Jiang Wang.

"You've only brought two people from the Kingdom of Jing this time" Jiang Wang continued to hint.

“Right!” Huang Sheli nodded and tried to squeeze next to Ye Qingyu.

"Why don't you sit with Zhongshan Weisu" Jiang Wang inserted himself, speaking bluntly.

Huang Sheli just smiled and said, "I always feel like I have good luck when I sit with Wang Jun!"

Is love luck not the best luck in the world

Pu'en was a direct disciple of Yongde, the current mountain master of Mount Sumeru. He had a square head and broad ears, with kind eyes and eyebrows. His Buddhist teachings were profound, and his cultivation was naturally extraordinary.

There was just one—shy by nature, extremely introverted, and not good at communicating with people.

This time, for the Dragon Palace Banquet, deep down he truly wouldn't participate. Figures like Pushan and Pu'e would be much more suited to this kind of occasion.

Alas, the mountain master specifically called out his name, insisting that he venture out to hone himself. He said something along the lines of "How can one speak of worldly matters if they remain unworldly" The mountain master also assigned him a task, ordering him to meet Jiang Wang, the destined person from Mount Sumeru who had received "a thousand Buddha prostrations," and ideally become friends with her. Best of all, he should bring her back to Mount Sumeru...

He had no choice but to travel day and night, sticking to deserted paths, stealthily making his way to the Dragon Palace.

He sat down when others did, choosing the furthest corner of the hall. He wished he could be separated from everyone else by a river of stars.

Of course, I remembered the tasks Master Shan had given me, and I also heard someone shouting Jiang Wang's name. But after building up my courage for a long time, I still didn't turn back to look.

There are so many people over there at Jiang Wang's place, it's really lively!

He was a little envious, but he felt even more unable to get closer.

I've been waiting for fewer people, fewer people, but over there there are still so many. Someone just sat down next to me without a sound. A strange person wearing a wide-brimmed hat and looking down.

Pun silently got up and moved to a farther spot.

Not long after, the person sat down beside him again.

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He didn't say anything and changed positions, but the man followed him...

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After repeated attempts, Pu'en finally couldn't hold back. He mustered his courage and turned his head: "Sir, I wonder why you have been following me"

"Humph," Jing Li pressed his hat down, pinched his voice, and retorted, "What makes you think I'm following you"

"This is my ninth seat I've had to change," Pu explained patiently.

Jing Li stood straight and spoke resolutely, “You change your seat, I change mine. Everyone has their own reasons for being here; what does it have to do with you”

Pu'en fell silent.

"Hello," Jingli initiated, "Who is your master"

There was silence for a while, and he thought he wouldn't get an answer.

Then Pu'en whispered, "It's the Lord of Yongdeshan."

Jingli slightly raised his hat and glanced at him. He saw that he was looking downcast, with his eyes fixed on the floor, as if uncomfortable and embarrassed.

I had all those criticisms of Mount Sumeru that my master taught me, and even the "Record of Bitter Experiences on Three Jewels Mountain" which was full of insults... I forgot them all at once.

Though Mount Sumeru is a side gate, this little bald donkey is very innocent.

Just like Xuankong Temple, although it's orthodox, Jinghai is also quite annoying.

"There's no fixed Buddha!"

Poor Pun, how could I possibly bear to lay a hand on him

Jing Li made a decision that went against his master's wishes. He put his straw hat on the back of his head and got up and left.

"Alright, I'll let you off this time!"

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