Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 301-Chapter 400)

“I would never.” Hua Chenglu stuck out her tongue. She was simply adorable.

“I watched you grow up for heaven’s sake, and you can’t even help me out with this. I think you still owe me something.”

“Huh? Who did you watch grow up? You clearly owe me!”

“Sigh, look at how confused I’ve become with how your big sister Han has angered me. So what do you want, little sister? Just mention it to your elder brother!”

“What elder brother? Don’t you feel any shame at all? Oh right, were you serious with what you said earlier?”

“What?”

“The wedding.”

Happiness flowed through Han Qiongzhi’s eyes. As it turned out, he had been constantly thinking about this.

“I’ve become confused from anger. I can’t remember it anymore.”

“Don’t you dare!” Han Qiongzhi shot a glance at him.

Li Qingshan chuckled. “I’ve remembered it again, thanks to your reminder. A true man is a man of his word!”

As he said that, the banquet began. Delicacies and delicious food flowed out like water as songs and performances began. There were too many things for him to admire.



A cultivators’ banquet was actually less restrictive compared to those of regular people. It was more like a gathering than a banquet. The people acquainted with one another huddled together, talking and laughing with each other.

Han Qiongzhi happened to be talking with a group of disciples from the school of Legalism, and Li Qingshan was bored. Suddenly, he noticed a lot of people gathered in a corner, but they were silent, so he went over to take a look. Chu Danqing was painting portraits of people. Just when he finished a painting, he felt someone pat him on the shoulder, so he turned around. “It’s you!”

“Come. Let’s go drink!”

Chu Danqing actually accepted his offer. He apologised to everyone around him before arriving beside Li Qingshan. Only then did he let out a sigh. “Thanks.”

He was accidentally recognised by someone, so they asked him to paint a portrait of them. As a result, portrait after portrait followed in an unceasing fashion. With those female cultivators in particular, he had no idea how to turn down their soft-voiced pleadings.

“There’s no need to thank me. Let’s drink!” Li Qingshan shoved a cup of alcohol into his hands.

“Spare me!” Chu Danqing was pained. If he acted up out of drunkenness in front of so many people and embarrassed himself, he would even consider suicide.

“Don’t worry. If you act up, I’ll knock you out.” Li Qingshan laughed aloud.

“Count me in too.” Juechenzi walked over with a smile. Beside him was a beautiful woman with quite the bearing, also at the tenth layer. She was the primary disciple of the school of Music, Qin Yin. She smiled. “Junior sister Xiao An is not here?”

Afterwards, the primary disciples of the schools of Mohism and Agriculture made their way over. Before long, all the primary disciples were present apart from the ones not attending the banquet. They got along as they toasted to one another constantly. No matter how distant they were with one another usually, they still referred to each other as juniors or seniors right now, which made them seem very close with each other.

Juechenzi proposed a toast. “A toast to everyone! We, the hundred schools, are of the same breath and branch! We really should spend more time together!”

Li Qingshan smiled. As it seemed, everyone could sense it already. They had begun to move.

If the Academy of the Hundred Schools was treated as a sect, then it would be the largest, most influential sect with the most resources in the entire Clear River prefecture, while they, the primary disciples, would be the elite disciples of the sect.

With the various sects banding together, the Hawkwolf Guard was not the only one being provoked. The Academy of the Hundred School’s dominant status was being provoked too, as well as everyone’s interests. Before they knew it, the scattered people of the academy had begun to rally together.

“How lively. What’re you talking about?” Han Qiongzhi arrived behind Li Qingshan and placed her hand on his shoulder with a smile.

Now that Hua Chengzan had reached Foundation Establishment, she would be the next primary disciple of the school of Legalism if nothing went wrong, so she obviously had the right to stand among them. The other disciples of legalism knew they had no right to approach this group.

Wu Gen gazed at Li Qingshan from afar. His feelings were very mixed. No one had ever imagined that this unlucky disciple of the school of Novels would be able to sit there peacefully. He possessed the lowest cultivation among them, only at the eighth layer, but he had proven his talent and strength countless times already. No one dared to look down on him.

Hua Chenglu secretly made up her mind that even if she did not possess her elder brother’s talent, she would definitely be able to stand among them as long as she worked hard on cultivation.

Qian Rongzhi puckered her lips. Opportunities seemed to be multiplying!

Similar to that, the first senior brothers and sister of a few sects gathered together before they even knew it in another corner of the hall. They all talked and laughed together while glancing over coldly.

People seemed to move around in a disorderly manner in the hall, but there was a distinct separation between disciples of the academy and disciples of sects.

……

It was much more quiet upstairs. Foundation Establishment cultivators conversed among themselves softly. After their gestures of courtesy at the very beginning, they too had split into three factions unknowingly. One belonged to the various sects, while another belonged to the various school leaders.

The last faction was composed of sects that had yet to join the Daemon Suppression alliance and clans currently waiting and observing. The Hua family happened to stand out among them. Although Hua Chengzan was a member of the Hawkwolf Guard, the Hua family had numerous connections with various sects. However, the patriarch of the Hua family did not simply stand around. Instead, he moved his way through the groups, remaining on friendly terms with both sides.

“Sect master Qiu.” Hua Chengzan continued to greet people until a person arrived before him and lowered her head slightly.



Standing before him was the master of the Sect of Clouds and Rain, Qiu Haitang. Tonight, she wore a faint, pink palace dress with a golden tulle on top, outlining her exaggeratingly enchanting figure. She had styled up most of her hair in a simple manner with the rest draping down her neck. There was a tiny ruby near her forehead, which complemented her perfectly.

There was a golden phoenix hairpin on her head. As she walked over gently, it jingled softly, which added to her charm. It made her seem as natural, graceful, and poised as a peony that had just bloomed.

Ever since Hua Chengzan had come upstairs, Qiu Haitang had not shifted her gaze from him, not even once. This situation now was exactly what she had been waiting for all this time, but how he referred to her displeased her.

“Big sister Qiu.”

Qiu Haitang beamed, but she saw a short, young man huddle over. His eyes contained undisguised lust and greed, which was all too common to her. She was slightly taken aback, and then she said indifferently, “Oh, isn’t this Shancheng?”

“It’s me. I’ve just returned from the Pine Sough academy,” Jiang Shancheng said in a hurry. Han Qiongzhi did treat him well, but the person who interested him the most was still the mature and charming Qiu Haitang.

“There’s something I want to talk to little Hua about.” Qiu Haitang withdrew her gaze and stared at Hua Chengzan fixedly.

Jiang Shancheng felt like he had just been snubbed. He came up with another idea and returned downstairs, arriving before Han Qiongzhi. “Qiongzhi, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”