frightfiction Chapter 1115: Attending the Banquet
Chapter 1115: Attending the Banquet
Qin Yiyao wore a simple moon-white dress, her black hair tied up with only a wooden hairpin. Yet, it was precisely this simple attire that attracted a lot of attention the moment she stepped into Dengyun Palace.
Some gazes are purely of appreciation and curiosity, but many more gazes conceal a deeper exploration and a subtle, almost imperceptible scrutiny.
Because of the token hanging from her waist.
This is a special token made by the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. In the entire capital, there are only a dozen or so people who can hold it.
Each one of them was personally selected and cultivated by Gu Ce as his direct disciple.
Her identity then becomes obvious.
The identity of "disciple of the Imperial Preceptor" is somewhat delicate in the Qinggu Divine Kingdom, mainly because the Imperial Preceptor is an open traitor, making the relationship between the ruler and his subjects difficult to define, and those below him will naturally suffer as well.
Qin Yiyao was fully aware of this.
"Is that the Imperial Preceptor's newly accepted disciple?"
"Her appearance is stunning, but her cultivation level seems to be only at the Creation Realm? The Imperial Preceptor has a poor eye for talent this time..."
"To be favored by the Imperial Advisor, one must be no ordinary person; perhaps he is hiding his true strength."
"I heard she ascended from the lower realm?"
"The lower realm? That's even worse. Resources are scarce, and the Dao is incomplete. Even if you ascend, you'll only be at the bottom."
Qin Yiyao remained calm, as if she hadn't heard anything.
She'd heard these terms countless times: the lower realm, ascension, shallow cultivation... They were already used to describe things back in the Immortal Dao Civilization. As for the cultivators of this Myriad Dynasties Civilization, the words they uttered were not as venomous as those of the Immortal cultivators.
As Qin Yiyao was thinking this, a slight commotion arose beside her.
The source of the commotion soon came to her.
"His Highness the Twelfth Prince is hosting a banquet on the top floor. Having heard of Fellow Daoist Qin's talent and reputation, he specially invites you to attend and have a chat."
She glanced over and saw a guard dressed in a lapis lazuli uniform, whose attitude was respectful but whose words carried a certain air of authority.
He handed over an invitation embroidered with the divine emblem in gold thread.
Qin Yiyao released a little of her senses and immediately noticed a faint yet resilient bloodline aura attached to the invitation, a unique mark of the direct lineage of the Qinggu Divine Clan.
interesting.
A noble person from the Qinggu Divine Clan actually took the initiative to seek her out.
Qin Yiyao only remembered a few of the most outstanding young talents in the Divine Kingdom, and the Twelfth Prince, who had sent someone to invite her to a banquet, was one of them.
Qingyin is very young.
Among all of Qinggu Shenjun's offspring, his lifespan was only slightly over ten thousand years, but his cultivation progressed rapidly, faster than that of his other relatives, except for the traitor Qing Yixuan.
Even the descendants of the gods are divided into different ranks.
As for the Qinggu God Clan, whose ancestors divided up the divine authority and thus granted them divine blood, they are not pure and perfect. Therefore, Qingyin, a descendant who is infinitely close to the perfect divine lineage, will surely shine.
Of course, this only applies to the Wanchao civilization.
If compared to other civilizations, the descendants of the gods from other great civilizations would probably crush these second-rate bastards who usurped the power of the gods.
"Does His Highness Qingyin wish to invite me to a gathering?"
Qin Yiyao picked up the invitation, her smile slightly disdainful.
Back when she joined Gu Ce's ranks as a disciple, Gu Ce had told her that being a disciple would naturally attract the dislike of the Qinggu God Clan or those vassals, but Qin Yiyao had no intention of clashing with them.
Because there's no need for that.
Her vision is far-reaching, why bother arguing with these juniors over such trivial matters?
but.
If someone intentionally provokes her, she doesn't have to tolerate it.
"His Highness said that since the young lady is a disciple of the Imperial Preceptor, she is an honored guest of the Divine Kingdom."
The guard's tone remained respectful, yet carried an unquestionable air: "Several talented young men with impressive backgrounds are also present at this banquet. His Highness's original words were, 'Fellow Daoist Qin has just arrived in the Divine Kingdom. Making more friends will be beneficial for your future cultivation.'"
Hear the words.
Qin Yiyao almost burst out laughing.
Just kidding. What's beneficial to her cultivation is the foundation laid by her master. What does it have to do with these privileged children?
Don't try to get close to her with these nonsensical things.
Qin Yiyao understood perfectly.
Qingyin must have felt that things weren't going well lately, or he thought she was new, young, and easy to bully, so he planned to make fun of her.
Since that's the case, she really should attend this banquet.
Nothing else, just teach these self-important geniuses a lesson, just to add some fun to her otherwise thrilling days.
"Then please lead the way."
With guards leading the way, Qin Yiyao reached the top floor of the Qinghuang Palace without any hindrance.
There were already more than ten people seated at the table.
Qin Yiyao's gaze swept calmly across the room, focusing on the young man in the green robe in the main seat. His aura was the most powerful, and his cultivation level was at least two levels higher than hers.
Others are not worth mentioning.
As she stepped in, the noisy conversation abruptly stopped, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes fell on her.
A wide range of emotions are present.
After Qin Yiyao ascended to immortality, she always dressed simply, with her black hair tied up in a plain bun and without any makeup.
But it was precisely this simplicity that made her already stunning beauty appear even more aloof and otherworldly. Especially against the backdrop of the room's opulence, she was like a snow lotus that had strayed into a field of splendor, out of place yet impossible to look away from.
The men couldn't hide their amazement, while the women secretly harbored jealousy—emotions that Qin Yiyao was used to.
"This must be Fellow Daoist Qin?"
Qingyin spoke first, his voice gentle, with a perfectly timed smile on his lips.
Qin Yiyao nodded slightly: "It is an honor to be invited by Your Highness."
Her attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, possessing the ethereal quality unique to immortal cultivators, quite different from the dignified and noble demeanor of others.
A strange light flashed in Qingyin's eyes.
He had seen many beauties, but those with such exceptional looks and charm as Qin Yiyao were truly rare, not to mention that she was definitely younger than all of them and had a lot of room to grow.
What's even more remarkable is her composure. Surrounded by nobles, she showed no sign of unease, as if she were simply stepping into an ordinary courtyard.
He did not rise, but merely gestured to an empty seat to his left: "I heard that the Imperial Preceptor has recently taken on a disciple with exceptional talent. Having met him today, I can see he is indeed extraordinary. Please sit down."
Qin Yiyao nodded slightly and walked calmly to the seat to sit down.
Her posture was so natural that it was as if she were the hostess of the banquet.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, it is your first time in the Divine Kingdom. Are you settling in well?"
Qingyin personally picked up the jade pot and poured her a cup of Golden Glow Wine. As the wine fell into the cup, layers of golden glow appeared, and a unique fragrance wafted through the air.
"It's okay."
Qin Yiyao took the wine glass but did not drink it; she simply placed it in front of her.
This wine must be terrible for her.
She knew without even drinking it.
Perhaps this is a fine wine to them, but she has drunk her master's tea and wine. How could these seemingly precious and rare wines catch her eye?
Sigh, I'm starting to think about my master again.
So annoying.