Chapter 22 - The Hidden Immortal Clan Young Master, A Celestial Figure

Chapter 22 The Hidden Immortal Clan Young Master, A Celestial Figure

The news of the hidden immortal clan’s young master, Jiang Minghan, appearing in Nanque Sacred City spread like wildfire, causing a huge commotion.

Countless cultivators were shocked, especially the younger generation, who were thrilled and excited.

In the three thousand Dao Domains, almost everyone knew Jiang Minghan’s name.

To many young cultivators, he was a living legend.

Born a saint, with the potential of a true immortal, dominating past and present—every rumor highlighted his brilliance.

In the great competition of the era, where Tianjiao shone like stars, Jiang Minghan was undoubtedly one of the most dazzling stars, destined to sweep through the ages, crushing his peers.

Though he rarely made a move, every time he did, it was earth-shattering.

Every young supreme who fought him ended up willingly becoming his follower, eager to follow in his footsteps and witness the pinnacle.

These young supremes were extremely proud, believing themselves invincible.

Backed by ancient sects, with unparalleled talent, they bowed to no one.

Yet, they willingly became the green leaves that highlighted Jiang Minghan, knowing they couldn’t compete with him in this lifetime.

Such a legendary figure coming to Nanque Sacred City to seek justice for Qingxu Holy Land, which had suffered a sudden catastrophe and declined fifty thousand years ago, naturally caused a huge stir.

Many forces that had seized Qingxu Holy Land’s resources back then were now restless and anxious, fearing the consequences.

The city lord of Nanque Sacred City hosted a reception banquet that night, inviting nearby influential figures. Many cultivators had guessed the purpose, feeling deeply shaken.

They were also extremely envious, thinking that although Qingxu Holy Land had declined, it might now soar and regain its former glory.

Dusk fell, and the City Lord’s Mansion, sprawling over a vast area, was illuminated.

Outside the mansion stood two lifelike statues of Pi Xiu, their aura so oppressive that ordinary cultivators found it hard to breathe.

The sprawling palatial buildings, filled with spiritual energy and activity, were bustling with maids moving about.

“The Zhao family patriarch is attending tonight?”

“The Palace Master of Wuyou Palace is here too. That’s rare.”

“The Cliff Master of Lingxu Cliff...”

“The Ancient Sect of Haotian...”

But today, the so-called fool seemed anything but, exuding an extraordinary calm demeanor.

“Sorry, my master drank too much and hasn’t woken up. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t wake him...”

Xiao Hongdou blushed, embarrassed.

After all, in such a setting, their master not attending due to drunkenness could be seen as disrespectful to Young Master Jiang.

The City Lord’s butler was stunned.

Their master didn’t come, only the two disciples did?

Instantly, cold sweat ran down his back.

Didn’t they understand who they were to meet tonight?

“Please follow me.”

The City Lord’s butler smiled wryly, leading the way.

The mansion was brightly lit, filled with palatial buildings and numerous maids carrying dishes and spirit fruits like butterflies, preparing the banquet.

Xiao Hongdou, seeing such a scene for the first time, couldn’t hide her astonishment.

Xiao Yan, seeing her overwhelmed reaction, shook his head inwardly.

Soon, they were led into a hall filled with spiritual energy.

Many influential figures stood respectfully on both sides, in complete silence, including the current City Lord of Nanque Sacred City and Zhao Hao, whom they had met earlier.

Xiao Hongdou, experiencing such an occasion for the first time, was at a loss, not knowing where to look.

She had come with great excitement and curiosity, but now, she felt extremely nervous.

These influential figures could decide countless lives with a word.

Their scrutinizing gazes felt oppressive, making her back sweat, her steps shaky.

“You must be Miss Hongdou. No need to be so nervous.”

At this moment, a gentle young man’s voice came from above, calm and natural, like a spring breeze, instantly calming Xiao Hongdou.

She looked up with wide eyes, seeing a young man sitting there, seemingly drinking wine. He was dressed in white, exuding an extraordinary aura.

Though his face was obscured by mist, it was evident he was a rare celestial figure.