Incredible Insight: Cultivating Immortality at Eight, Astonishing Zhang Sanfeng - Chapter 188

Chapter 188

Accompanied by a young girl of extraordinary beauty, Huang Yaoshi laughed heartily.

“Good thing we’re not late. I didn’t expect you to personally greet us, Changge.”

Ning Changge smiled. “You’re right on time, Senior Huang.”

He then smiled at Huang Rong, whose eyes sparkled with delight. Her face lit up with a smile so bright it resembled a crescent moon. The crowd couldn’t help but speculate about the relationship between the young girl and the Little Immortal.

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After escorting the delegations from the Quanzhen Sect and Peach Blossom Island, Ning Changge returned to his seat.

These were the only two factions he had personally invited, warranting his personal reception. Other guests, no matter how prominent, were left to the Wudang disciples.

Xu Fengnian watched Ning Changge’s retreating figure, his expression heavy.

Though he had always considered himself a prodigy, the moment he saw Ning Changge, he knew he could never compare to the Little Immortal.

The crowd buzzed with speculation about Ning Changge’s connections to the Quanzhen Sect and Peach Blossom Island.

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One by one, powerful figures and factions arrived, each bearing extravagant gifts.

Ye Gucheng, the Lord of White Cloud City.

Song Que, the Heavenly Blade.

Ximen Chuixue, the Sword God.

Xiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar’s Sect.

The Murong Clan, the Dali Royal Family, Cihang Jingzhai, Jingnian Zen Sect…

The sheer number of renowned figures left the crowd in awe.

Even representatives from the major dynasties sent gifts, further cementing Wudang’s prestige.

The atmosphere reached a fever pitch when a trembling voice announced:

“The Old Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain has arrived! He presents a pair of thousand-year-old spirit jades and three Dragon Tiger Great Pills!”

The arrival of the first Land Immortal electrified the crowd.

The Old Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, a sacred Daoist site, had come personally to honor Zhang Sanfeng. This was a tremendous show of respect, signaling the importance of the occasion.

The crowd watched as an elderly Daoist in simple robes approached, his presence calm yet unfathomable.

Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward personally.

Dressed in a black-and-white Taiji Daoist robe, he radiated vitality. Yet even he treated the Old Celestial Master with great respect, bowing deeply.

“Thank you, Senior, for gracing Wudang with your presence. I am deeply grateful,” Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile.

The Old Celestial Master returned the gesture. “As fellow Land Immortals of the Daoist path, there’s no need for such formalities. I came to celebrate your birthday and to congratulate you on your ascension to the Land Immortal realm.”

The combination of Zhang Sanfeng’s centenary celebration and his ascension had drawn an unprecedented crowd.

Zhang Sanfeng, ever humble, smiled and led the Old Celestial Master toward the main hall.

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The atmosphere reached its peak when the disciples announced, almost simultaneously:

“The Patriarch of the Xiaoyao Sect, Xiaoyaozi, has arrived! He presents a five-hundred-year-old ginseng and a five-hundred-year-old lingzhi!”

“The Island Masters of Xia Ke Island, Dragon and Wood, have arrived! They present one hundred volumes of top-tier martial arts and rare treasures from overseas!”

“The Sword Immortal of Kunlun, Li Changsheng, has arrived! He presents Heavenly Iron and five hundred volumes of Daoist scriptures!”

Four Land Immortals arrived in quick succession, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

The sight of six Land Immortals gathered in one place was nothing short of extraordinary.

Even the most powerful Heaven-Man experts were awestruck, their gazes filled with respect and reverence.

Such an assembly was unprecedented.

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“We congratulate Zhang Zhenren on his birthday and his ascension to the Land Immortal realm!” the Land Immortals declared in unison.

Zhang Sanfeng, his face glowing with joy, bowed deeply. “Thank you, friends, for honoring Wudang with your presence. Please, join me inside. Let us discuss the Dao together.”

The Land Immortals nodded, their smiles genuine.

At their level, few things could truly interest them. A discussion of the Dao among equals was one of the rare exceptions.

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With the arrival of the Land Immortals, the guest list was complete.

Tianzhu Peak had never been so lively.

Song Yuanqiao and the other senior disciples worked tirelessly to maintain order, ensuring the celebration proceeded smoothly.

Ning Changge sat beside Zhang Sanfeng, joining the Land Immortals at the head table. Though he was a junior, his extraordinary strength earned him a place among them. Some of the Land Immortals, such as the Dragon and Wood Island Masters, even treated him with great respect.

“Little Immortal, it’s good to see you again,” Dragon Island Master said, raising a toast.

The other Land Immortals, including Xiaoyaozi and the Old Celestial Master, exchanged curious glances. They couldn’t understand why the Dragon and Wood Island Masters were so deferential.

Ning Changge simply smiled. “There’s no need for such formality.”

The Land Immortals were intrigued but chose not to press the matter.

Though curious about the legendary Little Immortal who had slain two Land Immortals, they maintained their decorum.

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The celebration began in earnest.

Song Yuanqiao, acting as the master of ceremonies, guided the event through its various stages. The grand martial arts arena had been transformed into a banquet hall, capable of seating thousands. Thanks to the spiritual energy of Wudang, even the simplest dishes tasted like divine delicacies.

But this was no ordinary feast.

It was both a birthday celebration and a showcase of Wudang’s strength.

“The banquet officially begins!” Song Yuanqiao announced passionately.

After the initial formalities, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived.

“Next, the disciples of Wudang will present their gifts!”

The guests fell silent, their attention focused on the center of the arena.

Eighty-one young third-generation disciples stepped forward, their Daoist robes pristine and their Daoist swords gleaming. Their collective aura was awe-inspiring.

In unison, they declared:

“We offer this sword dance to honor our Grandmaster. May he enjoy boundless blessings and longevity!”

With that, a powerful energy surged forth.