Calamity of Tomorrow-Chapter 393 - 392 Pomp and Circumstance

"How's that? Did I arrange everything properly for you?"

Ying Hui chuckled in front of Zhou Bai, "Now in East Flower City, West Mountain City, North Sea City, South Mountain City, and even Central City, I've had people sing your praises. The whole world knows about your achievements, Zhou Bai. Any gods or cultivators who want to make a move on you will find themselves quite restrained."

"It is good, indeed." Zhou Bai's face showed an expression of troubled amusement, "However, lately I keep getting confessions from women who want to be with me. I'm still a child, yet I constantly get harassed.

And there are many cultivators looking to spar with me, some want to challenge me, others seek to exchange knowledge, and some even want to take me as their master..."

Zhou Bai shook his head, "It's truly annoying. I'm thinking about going into seclusion for a while to assimilate the progress I've made recently."

"Seclusion? Then go back to the Dao School in East Flower City. It's comfortable and safe, our own place."

Zhou Bai shook his head. The seclusion was just an excuse; what he truly wanted to do was entrust his physical body to Christina, have his Primordial Spirit emerge, and go to the battlefield to harvest fortune, increasing his strength more rapidly and boosting his Primordial Spirit power to 7999 points, fully assimilating the Dharma Saint Relics.

A Primordial Spirit power of 7999 points was the pinnacle of the seventh realm, and Zhou Bai believed that once he possessed such power, an ordinary seventh-realm cultivator would likely be no match for him; this would truly mark his entry into the upper echelons of humanity.

"Why seclude in West Mountain City? The conditions in our East Flower City are much better," Ying Hui tried to persuade him.

Zhou Bai responded, "I will just seclude casually, and I could come out at any time. I still want to experience the battlefield a bit more, honestly."

"Going back to experience the battlefield? No, no, it's too dangerous," Ying Hui objected.

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While Zhou Bai was persuading Ying Hui, in the Northern Sky of the Heavenly Court, there was a deity emerging from seclusion on a floating island enveloped by auspicious clouds.

Outside the gates of the cave residence on the floating island, over a hundred cultivators were patiently waiting. Among them, a dozen or so were extravagantly dressed with golden crowns, each boasting the power of the fifth or even the sixth realm, appearing much like royalty, surrounded by a ring of cultivators either pleasing or serving them.

These individuals at the center were clearly deity descendants, with the surrounding cultivators all eager to forge connections with them.

Meng Ruocun stood at an even further distance. She had been dragged along by a senior sister, who said she wanted to give Meng a glimpse of what the true upper class looked like.

Meng Ruocun looked at the Dragon-Pattern Jade that paved the ground and then at the surrounding pavilions, towers, plants, and rocks, her eyes revealing a shocked expression.

Even though the presence of deities made the ancient style extremely popular in the entire Heavenly Court and Central City, worlds apart from the modernity of the Four Great Cities, the luxury before her eyes still surprised Meng Ruocun.

Seeing her astonished look, the senior sister laughed, "Shocked, aren't you? Just the Dragon-Pattern Jade under our feet here took a hundred Artifact Refining cultivators three months to craft and lay out."

"Merely standing on it has the effect of calming the mind, aiding in the cultivation of one's spirit and breath."

"And those Immortal Trees and Immortal Herbs, they say, are all of the finest quality, now extinct in the wild."

Meng Ruocun listened to the senior sister's explanation in shock and asked curiously, "Senior Sister Gao, whose cave dwelling is this? It's so luxurious?"

"This is the cave dwelling of Yan Shan, the youngest and most beloved son of Yan Zhen of the Plague Department," the senior sister recited in detail. "This Yan Shan is one of the top ten geniuses of Central City and, along with three other divine descendants, is collectively known as the Four Young Masters of the Heavenly Court."

"Young Master Yan has already bestowed upon me a Bone Forging Pill. After taking it, it harmonized my physical body and helped my Body Refining Techniques break through a bottleneck. Alas, the elixirs he has on hand and those supplied by the Dao School are worlds apart. Today, if he were to leave even a little something behind for us through the cracks of his fingers, the benefit would be immense."

Upon hearing this, Meng Ruocun couldn't help but frown, feeling an instinctive dislike for such arrogant, indulgent, and wasteful behavior.

Thinking of the people and cultivators from Donghua Dao School who were pinching pennies, she couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Seeing her expression, the senior sister knew her thoughts and quickly said, "When I first came to Central City, I was as unhappy as you are when I saw all of this. But this is the reality, whether you accept it or not, it exists here. When Young Master Yan comes out later, you must not keep such a stern face. If Young Master Yan speaks to you, make sure to go along with his words, do not defy his will.

"Young Master Yan is generous, but he has a bad temper, and you must not be confrontational with him."

Meanwhile, among the dozen or so divine descendants in Central City, a female voice said, "Zheng Wenguang, what made you think of coming here today? Weren't you always busy helping Zi Yang True Monarch with his tasks?"

The youth called Zheng Wenguang smiled and replied, "How could I not come when Big Brother Yan is coming out of seclusion?" In his heart, he thought, 'Yan Shan is a loose cannon, raised like a pig by Yan Zhen, ready to explode at the slightest spark. He looks down on the human cultivators from the Four Great Taoist Schools the most. This time, I will let him pave the way for me.'

At that moment, dozens of young boys and girls filed out of the cave dwelling in an orderly line, standing in two rows, with the leading child shouting, "Brother Yan has emerged from seclusion. Descendants of the Heavenly Court, let us all welcome him."

The boy looked as though he was proclaiming an imperial edict, and as he finished speaking, the rows of boys and girls each beat a large Dharma drum and blew a large Dharma conch.

Over a hundred cultivators shouted in unison toward the direction of the cave dwelling, "Welcome, Brother Yan Shan."

The resounding sound waves surged to the skies, seemingly about to disperse the clouds above.

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Meng Ruocun watched this scene in astonishment, to then see that amidst the faint strains of fairy music, nine huge black flood dragons first flew out of the cave dwelling. Amid their earth-shaking beastly roars, the clouds scattered completely, and a giant Glazed Treasure Carriage was pulled out by the nine heads of black flood dragons.

Meng Ruocun was utterly shocked, "Aren't all the flood dragons raised and bred uniformly by the Heavenly Court, used for war and cultivation resources? How can Yan Shan raise them privately as pets and mounts? These black flood dragons look to be at least at the power level of the 5th Realm, right?"

The senior sister hurriedly covered her mouth with Primordial Spirit power, transmitting her voice, "Don't speak rashly. Brother Yan is a top descendant among the divine descendants, completely different from the ones you usually see. What's a few black flood dragons? With Brother Yan's scope and connections, even a true dragon might not be beyond his reach."

Meng Ruocun saw the Glazed Treasure Carriage, majestic and crystal clear, at least ten meters wide and tens of meters long, resembling a floating fairy palace in the sky, slow yet dazzling.

A youth clad in jade garments and walking on auspicious clouds slowly emerged from the Glazed Treasure Carriage. His gaze opened and closed, as if infinite divine light shot forth, giving all those present a prickling sensation on their skin.

Seeing the lavish scene of Brother Yan, Meng Ruocun couldn't help but feel an inferiority complex deep in her heart, feeling that the geniuses she had met at the Four Great Taoist Schools, the prodigies she had seen in the Dao Schools, were unworthy to even carry the shoes of the Brother Yan before her eyes.

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