On this day, the new Young Divine King brought a group of beauties through the streets, causing quite a commotion.
Many people in the cultivation world at the capital were talking about how the Young Divine King raided the Blissful Palace and gave a gift to the prettiest girl in the world. Feng Feiyun and Nangong Hongyan's past were dug up once more and became the hottest topic at the capital.
This was naturally a hot topic. After all, the Young Divine King had just gotten engaged to Princess Yue, yet he was already giving his old lover a gift. Many busybodies sensed that something was amiss.
Before the sun rose, Feng Feiyun had already brought more than one thousand beauties to the Supreme Beauty Pavilion. Of course, outside of these beauties, there was also the old maid Wan Huatong.
The Supreme Beauty Pavilion was also very grand. Although it wasn't like the Blissful Flower Palace that was built into a group of palaces, it still had a graceful and elegant atmosphere. Nine entrances and nine exits could be found everywhere with jade pavilions. It was a stark contrast to the grand architecture of the Divine Capital.
"What did you say?" The smile on Feng Feiyun's face disappeared.
Xue Wu was like a red elf in the snow. Her attire was very provocative. Even in the middle of winter, her jade-like arms were still exposed. Her voluptuous figure was full of provocation just by standing there.
She smiled: "My sister said that all the sisters from the Blissful Palace can stay, but you can't enter the Supreme Beauty Pavilion."
Feng Feiyun rubbed his nose and said: "Why?
Xue Wu, with our friendship, you stopping me makes me very sad! "
Xue Wu smiled sweetly: "Sir Divine King, don't underestimate a little girl like me. How could I dare to be friends with you?
My sister is doing this for you. Think about it!
You're not only a Divine King, but also the son-in-law. I'm afraid the princess won't be happy if you come to a shady place like our Supreme Beauty Pavilion. "
Feng Feiyun didn't say anything else and directly took out a spirit stone the size of a human head. It was the size of ten normal spirit stones and could be sold for a sky-high price of 3,000,000 gold coins.
"You can let me in now, right?"
Feng Feiyun gently tidied up his clothes to make himself look more dignified, like a big shot.
Xue Wu took the spirit stones from Feng Feiyun's hand and put them away before sighing: "Sigh, it's a pity.
Even if you want to bribe me, it's useless. My sister has already spoken, who would dare to go against her words?
I can't do anything about it. Sir Divine King, please go back! "
Feng Feiyun said, "You don't have a solution, so you still want to take my spirit stones?"
"Hehe, how stingy. With our friendship, could it be that it is not even worth a spirit stone?"
Xue Wu pretended to be pitiful. She furrowed her brows and rubbed her eyes, but no tears came out.
"Stop pretending. If you don't want to go in, then don't go in. I won't come to the Supreme Beauty Pavilion tonight. Let's see how you guys are going to celebrate.
I'm going to the Princess Residence to drink and chat merrily with Princess Yue and cultivate our relationship. "Feng Feiyun flicked his sleeves and left.
"Young Sir Divine King, take care!"
Xue Wu chuckled and gently looked at the girls from Blissful Flower Palace: "Sisters, come with me. Now that you have come to our Supreme Beauty Pavilion, we will treat you like real sisters. Each of you will have your own pavilion, no one can be left out …"
Feng Feiyun was very annoyed. No one else would dare to do this to him. Only Hongyan dared to throw a tantrum because she knew that Feng Feiyun cared about her the most, so she could do whatever she wanted.
Feng Feiyun rolled up his sleeves and smiled: "If you want to fight me, then let's see who is more skilled."
"9,000 year old snow ginseng Pu 'er soup!
Only ten bronze coins per bowl, until it's sold out. "
Under a shabby shed by the street, there was an old man wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket. He was fiddling with a three-foot large pot. In his hand was an iron ladle as big as a gourd. Many parts of the iron ladle's handle were rusty. It was unknown how long it had been used.
Underneath the stove, there was a strong flame burning charcoal. Sparks flew out from the stove in the cold wind, issuing popping sounds in the air.
The old man's hand kept fiddling with the cauldron. White smoke rose from the pot, causing the old man to sweat profusely.
"9,000 year old snow ginseng Pu 'er soup!
Only ten bronze coins per bowl, until it's sold out. "
This kind of tattered stall was very rare in an imperial city like the Divine Capital. It was placed at the corner of a white marble street and looked a bit out of place. It didn't match the luxurious buildings around it.
When Feng Feiyun saw this scene, he thought of Miss Luo and Old Man Luo in Lingzhou City. He walked over with interest and casually sat down on an old wooden table. There was a thick layer of snow on the table, and the stool was frozen into ice.
As soon as Feng Feiyun sat down, the ice and snow on the table and stool were instantly evaporated by spirit energy, becoming clean.
The old man's eyes were very sharp; he could tell that Feng Feiyun had a powerful background. He ran over and smiled: "Young Master, our store has a new 9,000 year old snow ginseng Pu 'er soup. Only ten bronze coins per bowl."
Feng Feiyun smiled: "9,000 year old snow ginseng Pu 'er soup is very precious. Even a thousand spirit stones can't buy it, and you're only selling it for ten bronze coins?"
"This kind of good stuff is only sold to the fated. I think you look like the fated one, Young Master." The old man smiled.
Feng Feiyun couldn't help but look at the old man and said: "You congee sellers talk about fate?"
"Young Master, don't look down on me. I'm still a layman disciple of Daoism.
Once I enter Daoism, I only sell congee to the fated. "The old man waved the big iron ladle in his hand, almost swinging it a few times on Feng Feiyun's head.
Feng Feiyun took a closer look and found that the old man's tattered jacket was covered in grease and dust. It was a Daoist robe, but it was stuffed with cotton and washed so many times that the Eight Trigrams could no longer be seen clearly. That was why Feng Feiyun didn't notice it earlier.
"So you're a layman Daoist. Your attire is really … exquisite. You have the style of a Daoist sage. Alright!
Then give me a bowl of nine-thousand-year-old snow ginseng Pu 'er soup! "
Feng Feiyun couldn't tell the old man to change his clothes first before pretending to be a layman disciple of Daoism. After all, it wasn't easy for an old man to buy congee here. It could be considered as doing a good deed.
"You only want one bowl?" The old man asked.
"Only one bowl," Feng Feiyun said.
"Alright then!"
The old man carried the big iron ladle on his shoulder and swaggered to the side of the stove. He scooped out a ladle from the big pot and mixed it into a big bowl made of coarse kiln. There was still hot smoke coming out from the bowl, and he brought it over to Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun picked up the bowl of nine-thousand-year-old snow ginseng Pu 'er soup and drank a mouthful. Immediately, he felt an extremely dense Spiritual Qi in his mouth. It also carried a violent medicinal effect like lightning in his mouth. An electric current spread from his mouth to his whole body. His bones were crackling as if they were being tempered.
Just by drinking a mouthful, Feng Feiyun's energy center had increased by ten thousand strands of Violet Kingdom Spiritual Qi. In addition to the twenty thousand strands of Violet Kingdom Spiritual Qi in his body, he already had thirty thousand strands of Violet Kingdom Spiritual Qi.
When Feng Feiyun finished the whole bowl, his body was already full of surging Spiritual Qi. There were as many as seventy thousand strands of Violet Kingdom Spiritual Qi in his energy center. They were like seventy thousand purple electric snakes surging in his energy center.
"Another bowl!"
Feng Feiyun's body felt unprecedentedly comfortable. The eight extraordinary meridians and 360 life acupoints in his body were all surging with Spiritual Qi. They were full of power.
"There's no more!" the old man said.
"How can there be no more? I clearly saw you boil a big pot. Are you afraid that I can't afford it?" Feng Feiyun said.
"There's really no more. If you don't believe me, take a look." The old man said.
Feng Feiyun looked at the big iron pot on the stove. There was indeed not a single drop left. It was as if it had suddenly evaporated.
"You hid it?"
"I didn't hide it. I really didn't hide it!"
Feng Feiyun pinched the old man's clothes on his chest and said, "Old man, are you deliberately playing with me?"
The old man was pressed to the ground by Feng Feiyun. He shouted, "Help!
I'm going to die! I'm going to eat and dash! I'm going to die! "
"Swoosh!"
On the snow-filled ancient street, a veiled woman in white clothes flew over. She held a white spirit sword in her hand. With a shake of the sword's edge, 1872 Sword Qi turned into 1872 Red-Crowned Cranes. Their sharp beaks directly pecked at Feng Feiyun.
Sword Qi turned into Spiritual Beasts. This was a sword art comparable to the Dragon King's Saber Art.
Feng Feiyun hurriedly stretched out two fingers and shattered all the Sword Qi. 1872 Sword Qi were torn apart. His two fingers clamped down on the white spirit sword's edge. A terrifying cold air came from the sword's edge. The blue ice froze Feng Feiyun's fingers, then his arm, and even his whole body …
The cold air was pressing, as if it was going to freeze Feng Feiyun into an ice cube.
"Boom!"
A five-colored radiance burst out from Feng Feiyun's finger. He mobilized the power of the five elements, and the ice on his arm receded. He flicked his finger on the spirit sword, causing the woman in white clothes to fly backward.
She stepped on the snow as if she was stepping on goose feathers. She landed gracefully and nimbly. The white jade sword in her hand was like a spiritual snake.
"The Immortal's Capital is indeed a land of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Even a scum who eats and dashes has such cultivation." The woman in white clothes said in a cold and arrogant voice.
Feng Feiyun wanted to explain. Suddenly, a beautiful and moving music came from the air. There was a zither, a pipa, a flute, a chime, a harp, and a scarlet bell. These musical instruments were incomparably beautiful. When they were played together, it interweaved into a pleasant sound of nature.
The music was getting closer and closer, accompanied by the sound of clothes breaking through the wind.
A rain of spiritual flowers flew from the outside of the ancient city.
Sixteen women dressed in white with musical instruments descended from the sky. Their faces were covered by a white veil. They didn't touch the ground while stepping on the snow. All of them were young overlords.
There were also four women in white with swords on the ground. The one who attacked Feng Feiyun earlier was also among them. All of them were young kings.
"Shit!
Who's putting up such a big show? "
Feng Feiyun was still on top of the old man with one hand on his arm and one foot on his butt.
"Sacred Spirit Palace …" The old man stammered while lying on the ground.
"Sacred Spirit Palace?
Even more powerful than the Jin Dynasty? The number one cultivation power in this world? "Feng Feiyun was surprised.
"Those are Li Xiaonan's sixteen musical emissaries and four sword maids." The old man added.
"Li Xiaonan?
Li Xiaonan, second on the upper list?
The number one scholar in the world, Li Xiaonan? "
Feng Feiyun was even more surprised. He couldn't help but look at the snowy sky and see all the women in white. He felt a bit annoyed: "The people from Sacred Spirit Palace have such bad taste, dressing like they're going to a funeral!"