Chaos God's Nest

To be honest, the Biyun Palace is indeed very prestigious. Looking across the thirteen states of Ziwei Star, most of the well-known forces have come. The saints and saintesses of various forces have gathered together to exchange ideas and discuss with each other. The scene is truly grand.

"Who is that young man? Why is his aura so terrifying? Judging from his realm, could it be that he has already reached the Divine Martial Realm?"

On the Hanging Island, a young man in golden clothes attracted the attention of many people.

"That is Kong Jie, the Holy Son of Baiduanya! It is said that at a young age, his strength has already reached the Divine Martial Realm, and he is a natural genius! He is also praised by everyone in Baiduanya as the one and only genius in the past ten thousand years!" Someone explained.

"Such a young person to reach the Divine Martial Realm? Oh my God! Is there such a freak in the world?" Upon hearing this, some people couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.

"Wait! Who is that person? His aura seems to be no weaker than that of the Saint of Baiduanya!"

"That person's identity is not simple either. He is Chongxu Sect's Saint Son Zhou Hong. It is said that he seems to possess an ancient divine body. Not only is his talent outstanding, but his cultivation is also extremely powerful!"

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After listening to the explanations of everyone present, Yan Xiaohuang gradually learned the names of those powerful figures above. Generally speaking, none of them was a good person. They were all outstanding and famous!

For some reason, he suddenly had the urge to meet these so-called geniuses.

Therefore, he lowered his head and smiled and asked Gu Qinghan: "What do you mean? Do you want to go to the suspended island to take a look?"

Hearing this, Gu Qinghan did not refuse, but nodded, then smiled and replied: "All up to you!"

"In that case, let's go!"

The next moment, Yan Xiaohuang grabbed Gu Qinghan's waist, then held her in his arms and suddenly flew into the air from the crowd.

The laws burst out, the void was also trembling, and a series of transparent fairy steps slowly condensed and were stepped on by Yan Xiaohuang, leading directly to the suspended island at the end.

This situation naturally attracted the attention of many people. At this moment, after seeing Yan Xiaohuang and the others, many people couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh my God! What is that person going to do? He doesn't have an invitation, is he going to force his way into the Hanging Island?"

"What a terrifying pressure! Judging from his aura, he is not weaker than those great cultivators in the Divine Martial Realm! Who is this person? Does anyone know?"

"The nameless cultivator Yuan Huang and his beloved wife Han Qing have come to celebrate the birthday of Patriarch Biyun!"

As Yan Xiaohuang's voice sounded, the commotion below the Hanging Island was also noticed by the many saints and holy maidens on it. When they felt the powerful aura coming from Yan Xiaohuang, everyone's faces couldn't help but sink.

"Who are you? Are you here to cause trouble?" The Holy Son of Baiduanya stood up, looked at Yan Xiaohuang and asked in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Yan Xiaohuang ignored the Saint Son of Baiduan Cliff, and instead cast his gaze towards the Saint Girl of Biyun not far away, and then said with a slow smile: "I heard that today is the 8,000th birthday of the old Palace Master of Biyun Palace. I have come from afar, admiring his reputation, to celebrate his birthday!"

As he spoke, Yan Xiaohuang slowly took out a magical treasure of excellent quality from his arms, and then slowly brought it to the Hanging Island.

Seeing this, Saint Biyun also smiled back and immediately said, "Since you are a guest from afar, my Biyun Palace naturally cannot neglect you. Fellow Taoist, please come in!"

As he spoke, he ordered someone to slowly open the ban on the Hanging Island, and then invited Yan Xiaohuang and Gu Qinghan to enter.

At this moment, because he realized that Yan Xiaohuang had just ignored him, the face of the Saint of Baiduanya gradually darkened.

As the son of a powerful faction, he would be the center of attention wherever he went, and countless people would rush to curry favor with him. The person in front of him was just an ordinary cultivator, how could he dare to ignore his questions? He couldn't help but feel a little angry about this.

"Brother Kong, what's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?" Zhou Hong, the Saint of Chongxu Sect, noticed something wrong with the Saint of Baiduanya, Kong Jie, and couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, Kong Jie waved his hand and replied, "Nothing!"

"I'm glad that Brother Kong is okay! After all, Patriarch Biyun will be on stage soon. If Brother Kong accidentally loses his manners by then, what will happen?" After hearing Kong Jie's answer, Zhou Hong did not think much about it and said with a smile.

Since most of the people present were saints and holy maidens from the Ziwei Star faction and they had known each other for a long time, the scene was very lively, especially the saints from the sects, who talked in groups of two or three and laughed like silver bells from time to time, which was hard not to attract attention.

Yan Xiaohuang didn't care. He pulled Gu Qinghan to look around the banquet table. Whenever he came across exotic delicacies, he would taste them personally. It was so refreshing.

“This looks good, try it!”

"This tastes a bit too sweet, do you want to try it?"

The two of them were like a couple of gods, tasting all kinds of delicacies along the way, as if they were "tasting food from Baicao Garden to Sanwei Book House", so over time, they attracted the attention of many people.

"You are so blessed, sister, to have a Taoist partner who dotes on you so much! This really makes me jealous!" The Holy Maiden of Rashomon walked over slowly with her slender waist and smiled at Gu Qinghan.

This woman had a pretty face. Although she was not stunningly beautiful, she was charming and seductive. While she spoke, her eyes kept glancing at Yan Xiaohuang who was standing beside Gu Qinghan, which was full of ambiguous meanings.

"Hmph! I really don't know where these country bumpkins came from. They are so ignorant of the world! Most of the people who come here are to make friends with talented people from other places, but you two are the ones who frequently indulge in mundane food and things. Are you here to get free food and drinks under the guise of celebrating a birthday?" A young man in purple clothes came over and said to Yan Xiaohuang and the others, with a look of sarcasm in his eyes.

This person is Dong Yan, the holy son of Bingzhou Fusang Sect. He has average strength and can barely be called a genius among ordinary people. But for some reason, he is full of hostility towards Yan Xiaohuang and the others.

Hearing this, Yan Xiaohuang could not help but frown. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Gu Qinghan beside him say, "Where did this stink bug come from? Your words stink so badly! Did you forget to wash and dress up before attending the banquet this morning? If so, I suggest you find a place to brush your teeth first, so that the stink between your lips and mouth won't be too strong and bother others!"

"Pfft!"

Yan Xiaohuang couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard that, and laughed out loud subconsciously.

He never expected that Gu Qinghan, who seemed cold and silent in the eyes of outsiders on weekdays, could be so sharp in his words when he started to scold people. It really made him look at him with new eyes.

On the other side, upon hearing what Gu Qinghan said, the Holy Son of Fusang Sect, Dong Yan, also became furious. He pointed at Gu Qinghan and said, "You...what did you just say? Say it again?"

This time, before Gu Qinghan could speak, Yan Xiaohuang took the lead and said, "It's not this fellow Taoist! Is it possible that you have chicken feathers stuck in your ears? My wife said you are a bedbug! Didn't you hear it? Or didn't you understand?"

"You! You are looking for death!"

The Holy Son of Fuso was completely furious, and without saying a word, he used his internal strength to rush towards Yan Xiaohuang and the other person to kill him.

In response to this, Yan Xiaohuang sneered on his face, and then he took a step forward to attack. Unexpectedly, the next moment, a graceful figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and with a palm, he pushed the Fuso Saint back.

The person who came was none other than Saint Biyun. She had just noticed what had happened here and thought it was just a minor fight, but she had never imagined it would escalate to a fight, so she immediately rushed over to stop it.

"Today, you are all honored guests of my Biyun Palace. It would be inappropriate if a conflict arises due to some verbal disputes! How about giving each other a favor and turning hostility into friendship?" Until this moment, the smile on Saint Biyun's face remained unchanged, and she spoke softly.

Yan Xiaohuang also smiled at this, and then took the lead to stand up and clasped his fists and said: "I have long heard that Saint Biyun is dignified and gentle, knows the general situation and is known as the Fairy Goddess! Seeing her today, she is indeed extraordinary! I have no objection to what the Saint said just now, but I don't know what Brother Dong, the Saint Son of Fusang Sect, thinks?"