Legend of Swordsman

4849 Dinner Banquet

After sitting in the hall and listening to Jian Wushuang’s words, Wei Liujia quickly sat down and recuperated. He had to remove the injuries in his Immortal body as soon as possible to avoid leaving any cracks.

On the other hand, Zhao Ting appeared rather uncomfortable, and his expression was somewhat awkward.

Seeing her uneasiness, Jian Wushuang quickly said, “If you’re not used to staying here, you can leave at any time. I won’t stop you.”

Hearing this, Zhao Ting shook her head. “I don’t mean that. I have nowhere to go now. If you didn’t save me, I’m afraid I would have died long ago. It’s just…”

“Are you worried that the Young Emperor will find out your identity?” Jian Wushuang asked.

She nodded and said, “Several years ago, as a Heavenly Official, I went to the Heavenly Court with you to attend a banquet and met all the Princes. Now that I think about it, Prince Yan might recognize me.”

“This is a little troublesome. I’m afraid you can only continue to change your appearance.”

She sighed. “I guess that’s the only way.”

As they were talking, three streaks of light streaked across the clouds and entered the silent hall.

The leader was a Yan Immortal, his body was well-built like a majestic mountain, his tough face was beaming with joy.

“Brother Jian, I didn’t expect you to return so quickly. It hasn’t even been ten years!”

Then, there were two figures. One of them had a refined figure and a handsome and gentle face.

The other figure was also quite handsome, but his dispirited standing posture made him look extremely handsome.

Three figures, three Yan Immortals.

They cupped their hands at the same time, and their eyes were filled with excitement, “Little Brother Jian.”

“Brother Jian.”

“Big Brother Jian.”

Jian Wushuang had also left his seat a long time ago. He smiled and said, “I also want to congratulate you. You’ve all changed a lot.”

The three of them looked at each other and laughed out loud.

Cheng Qing’s face lit up, “Brother Jian, you don’t know. The two of them eat pills like candy all day. It would be strange if they didn’t break through to the Yan Immortal stage.”

“Brother Chen, you have the nerve to say that. Who was the one who ate 60 pills in one go and almost choked and fainted?” Chun Qiu teased.

Cui Jing added, “If it wasn’t for Brother Chun and I, you would have been done for, right? ”

Chen Qing’s face turned red. “Don’t bullsh*t. I was just trying to control the quality, so I was in a hurry to eat it…”

The originally silent hall became much livelier with these three Jokers.

After teasing each other for a while, Chen Qing was the first to notice that there were two other figures sitting in the hall besides Di Qing.

“Who are these two?” Cheng Qing asked.

Jian Wushuang said, “I brought them back from the Great Mi Heaven. They’ll be staying in Little Lonely Heaven for the time being.”

Wei Liujia stood up from his meditation and hurriedly cupped his hands. “I am an itinerant Immortal. My name is Wei Liujia.”

Zhao Ting did not say anything and just nodded.

Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, and Cui Jing all stopped smiling. They had naturally heard that the Great Mi Heaven was Prince Jiu’s territory.

Then, just as Chen Qing was about to pull Jian Wushuang over to remind him, a Yan Immortal stepped in the air and floated into the palace.

“Lord Jian, the Young Emperor has invited you and the other six subjects to a banquet to welcome you. Please rest for a while before you head to the Big Lonely Heaven.

After he finished, the Yan Immortal took his leave.

Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. Apparently, the Young Emperor had known that he had entered the Six Heavens Realm and even knew that they had returned.

“Make your preparations. After a short rest, we’ll go to the banquet together.”

“Can I not go?” Zhao Ting asked.

“If you don’t want to arouse suspicion, you’d better go with me.”

…

As the Immortal clouds rose, a total of seven figures, led by Jian Wushuang, came to the Heavenly Palace of the Young Emperor in Big Lonely Heaven.

“Lord Jian, the Young Emperor has been waiting for a long time,” Walking out from the side of the palace, the skinny purple-robed Yan Immortal said calmly.

Jian Wushuang nodded and entered the hall first.

“Brother Jian, long time no see,” the Young Emperor, who was dressed in luxurious clothes, greeted him with a faint smile. “Please take your seats.”

The Heavenly Palace was huge, and every Yan Immortal present had their own thoughts.

Di Qing did not like the Young Emperor, so he sat beside Jian Wushuang and closed his eyes to rest.

Although Chun Qiu looked calm, the hatred in his eyes was very strong.

Cui Jing, on the other hand, restrained his suspicious aura and looked nervous.

Wei Liujia was also quite nervous, and he tilted his head to the side, intentionally or otherwise.

On the other hand, Zhao Ting, who had changed her appearance, was quite calm, as if she was a real guest.

Cheng Qing was still carefree. “Young Emperor, we haven’t seen each other for a long time. We won’t leave until we’re drunk.”

The Young Emperor sitting at the head of the table smiled and said, “Alright, since Brother Jian has also returned from Great Mi Heaven, let’s drink till we’re drunk.”

The atmosphere eased up, and the people in the Heavenly Palace began to drink and mingle.

“By the way, Brother Jian, did you find that thing after you returned from the Great Mi Heaven?”

The Young Emperor came to Jian Wushuang with a glass of wine and sat down to ask.

He shook his head. “I haven’t found it. I’m afraid it’ll be difficult to find it in the future.”

“This kind of thing can’t be rushed. Perhaps you’ll be able to come to your side very soon.” As the Young Emperor spoke, he drank the wine in his cup in one gulp. “Tell me, how’s the situation at Great Mi Heaven?”

Jian Wushuang looked at him and then told him everything that had happened in the Great Mi Heaven.

When he heard that more than half of the Great Mi Heaven had been destroyed and that Prince Jiu’s forces had almost been completely annihilated, there was a hint of joy in the Young Emperor’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

“This is indeed good news for me. Thank you for telling me, Brother Jian,” he smiled and said. “Let’s drink this glass of wine together.”

After finishing the wine in the cup again, the Young Emperor stood up and waved his hand, and a True Sword fell into his hand.

“Brother Jian, your Sword Dao is about to be fully integrated. You’re only a step away from becoming a Sword Immortal. Why don’t we have a discussion today?”

As he spoke, he threw the True Sword in his hand to Jian Wushuang.

“Really?”

“Of course. However, Brother Jian, please show mercy.”

After a simple conversation, Jian Wushuang held his True Sword and stood opposite the Young Emperor.

The atmosphere in the entire Heavenly Palace suddenly froze, and it was filled with a biting cold Sword Intent.

“Brother Chen, you’ve been with the Young Emperor the longest. Who do you think will win?” Cui Jing looked at Cheng Qing beside him and said in a low voice.

“Do you still need to say that? Anyone with eyes can tell that Brother Jian will win.” Cheng Qing glanced at him. “You must know, when we first met and sparred with Brother Jian, I only managed to withstand three strikes from his sword.”

“Damn, Big Brother Jian is so powerful?!”

“Of course, if you learn it well, it might be good for you.”