Chapter 722: The Lavish Spectacle
As the sun set and the mountain breeze blew past, the smell of gra.s.s and trees filled the air. The wind also carried the faint scent of an unknown wildflower, making people feel relaxed and refreshed.
The group rested for an afternoon before going to explore the shops, wanting to try the local delicacies. Naturally, that was Ling Chuxi’s main aim.
“Have you heard? They say a divine army has been formed in Shang Yuan Country, and even some famed, reclusive experts have joined it and killed until blood flowed like a river, and the heavens and earth changed.”
“Ah, your news is outdated! I heard that the divine army has already arrived at Wan Chuan Country, and besides those reclusive experts, there are also a few incredibly strong young people in the army.”
“I bet you all don’t know this: I heard that those young people are the descendants of some kind of a sect, but n.o.body knows what sect they are from. However, rumor has it that they are extremely strong, and even emperors do not dare offend them!”
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Along the way, such discussions could be heard from time to time.
Hearing these discussions, Lan Xinyu and Baili Han became interested and started to discuss it too.
Ling Chuxi silently laughed. What divine army? She and Su Yizhi were the ones who had started those rumors to confuse people! Borrowing the forces of the Resurrection Hall and the Gao Clan’s Chamber of Commerce, they spread rumors about this ‘divine army’ in the various countries. The sects did not want the countries’ war to affect their search for the Cang Yuan Sword, and Ling Chuxi and Su Yizhi also did not want them to disrupt their plans.
Regardless of whether the ancient treasure of the Golden Pill Sect was the Cang Yuan Sword, either way, it could not fall into the hands of the other sects.
From the way things looked, the rumors were starting to take effect—the disciples sent by the various sects were in chaos. Perhaps they might find some divine weapons, but it definitely would not be the Cang Yuan Sword.
Ling Chuxi and the others found a small stall by the roadside to rest at, and listened to the discussions of the surrounding people while enjoying the various unique local delicacies.
Suddenly, the melodious sounds of a qin and a zither came from behind them. In such a small border city, hearing such elegant music gave people an ethereal feeling.
Ling Chuxi was dumbfounded. The music actually seemed a little familiar. Ling Yichen who was seated opposite her raised his head in surprise. Lan Xinyu, Baili Han, and the others also looked over curiously.
Ling Chuxi slowly regained her senses and tilted her head slightly to see what was happening. Four handsome young men were slowly approaching, carrying a palanquin, and four beautiful young women stood in front and behind it. The two young maidens behind the palanquin were playing the qin and zither, while the two in front were carrying flower baskets, scattering flower petals along the ground.
Who else but Ye Qianhe would create such a lavish spectacle?
Through the clear white curtain veil, Ling Chuxi saw Ye Qianhe half-lying on the palanquin. His robe was as white as snow, and his eyes were slightly shut as he fanned himself leisurely, his expression solemn. He looked so dignified… had he forgotten the the time when Ling Chuxi had slapped him so much he had been left searching for his tooth? She wasn’t sure if he had found it, but even if he did, he probably couldn’t fit it back into his mouth anyway.
The people nearby were intrigued, and approached the palanquin curiously. Such a sight was not one that could be seen often in this area.
Seeing that the number of people surrounding them was increasing, a look of displeasure appeared on Ye Qianhe’s face. He gestured with his hand, and two young maidens appeared at the front of the palanquin and shouted loudly, “Heavenly Star’s Qianhe… His contributions to society will last for a thousand years… Normal people are not allowed to approach such might and splendor!”