The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

Yuqing Palace.

The next day at chen time.

I sat alone on a cushion, with my legs crossed, holding a whisk in my left hand, meditating quietly.

I looked up at the platform, which was filled with smoke and empty.

My thoughts drifted away, and my master and all my fellow practitioners were doing morning exercises in Lingshan Square.

And I was disqualified from morning exercises four days ago.

I am glad that I don’t have to do morning exercises and can sleep for an extra hour.

But, it’s already noon, why hasn’t Master returned yet?

……

Lingshan Square.

Five long lines were arranged in an orderly manner, as gorgeous as five rainbows.

On the left are the disciples of Wuji Sect. They stand in a team of men and women respectively. They are as tall and straight as pine trees, and their white robes flutter in the wind, like gods descending to earth.

Their hair was tied up high with white headbands into ponytails, swaying gently in the wind, showing an otherworldly temperament.

In the middle were the Taoist disciples of the Nine Yang Divine Sect. Their hair was all tied up in a bun and fixed with a hairpin, and they had long black beards on their chins.

Wearing dark blue Taoist robes, holding whisks in their left hands and carrying long swords on their backs, they are all male Taoists with serious faces and determination and wisdom in their eyes.

The team on the right belongs to the disciples of Tianyan Sect. They also have one row for each of men and women.

Wearing a white robe inside and blue outside, with an exquisite belt tied around his waist, he looks both solemn and energetic.

Everyone carried a long sword on his back, the hilt of which was inlaid with various gems, sparkling with dazzling light.

These disciples were calm and composed, as if they had seen through all worldly affairs, leaving only a peaceful heart.

On the high platform, Chen Xuan, Shuang Yue, Jiu Yang and Jun Yan, the masters of the four sacred mountains, sat on the thrones. They had different styles and magnificent auras.

Among these four sect leaders, only Sect Leader Frost Moon is a woman, and her temperament is cold and noble.

At this time, the leader of the Chenxuan Sect slowly stood up and said to the disciples below: "Everyone, the New Year is approaching. After discussion, I have decided to hold a feast."

Upon hearing this, the monks below raised their hands and shouted, "Long live the Sect Master! Long live the Sect Master! Feast! Feast!"

"Everyone, please be quiet!"

Chen Xuan looked majestically at the densely packed monks below and spoke loudly.

His voice echoed like a huge bell in Lingshan Square, shocking everyone.

Suddenly, the entire square fell silent. The monks stood with their hands behind their backs, looking up at Chen Xuan on the platform with their heads held high.

Chen Xuan spoke again, "Next, those whose names I call out, please come up and receive your invitation to the banquet."

Chen Xuan sat on the high throne, his expression solemn and majestic.

He took out an exquisite book fold from his arms and gently unfolded it.

There were a lot of names densely written on the book, all of them were the disciples of Lingshan Academy with outstanding qualifications and excellent performance this year. They were fortunate to be selected to participate in the upcoming New Year's feast.

Among the many names, the first one is Mu Qing.

Chen Xuan's eyes were like torches, and his voice was steady and powerful. He said, "Mu Qing, come on stage."

Before he finished speaking, a female cultivator dressed in the uniform of a Tianyan Sect disciple flashed out from the crowd and instantly appeared on the platform.

She bowed slightly to Chen Xuan and said in a clear and pleasant voice: "Mu Qing greets the Sect Master."

Chen Xuan nodded slightly in response.

Then he instructed his attendants, "Give me the invitation."

A servant immediately took an exquisite invitation from the table and handed it respectfully to Mu Qing.

Mu Qing took the invitation, looked at it carefully, and then put it into his sleeve.

She bowed and said gratefully, "Mu Qing thanks the Sect Master."

The monks below all turned their eyes to the platform, and discussions arose one after another.

"Why is she the first one to come on stage to receive the invitation?" someone asked in surprise.

"Hmph, she is the Five-Colored Phoenix, a child of destiny. Naturally, she should be the first to go on stage." Someone replied disdainfully.

"Oh, I haven't seen the cat demon Xu Wan for four days. I don't know where she went." Someone sighed.

"Humph, she is the Emperor's person, what are you thinking?

Maybe he's practicing with the Emperor right now." Someone sneered.

"Hey, how come the Emperor fell in love with a cat demon and was willing to accompany her to suffer heaven's punishment?" someone asked doubtfully.

“Yes, didn’t the Emperor say that he would select ten cultivators to train and ascend to the heavens?

It's been four days, and there's still no sign of him." Someone else echoed.

"Hmph, why don't you go ask Sect Master Chen Xuan and ask him why the Emperor doesn't come to take charge."

Someone joked, causing a burst of laughter.

"I'm afraid not everyone can attend this banquet. There are already tens of thousands of disciples in Lingshan."

Someone sighed, his words full of longing for a feast.

……

Chen Xuan stood tall and straight on the platform, looking deeply at the bustling crowd below.

He continued: “The New Year’s feast is just one month away and this is a rare opportunity to showcase our achievements.

We also ask all disciples who have received invitations to carefully prepare their own best programs.

The Emperor will be there in person, so you must perform well and strive to win his favor so that he can personally train you to ascend to the heavens."

The monks below were shocked when they heard this and shouted, "Master, you are wise!"

Their faces were filled with anticipation and excitement.

"I can see the Emperor again. What should I perform to make him take a fancy to me?"

A nun murmured to herself, "Will it be dancing, playing the harp, or a sword show?"

Another female cultivator laughed and said, "Haha, the Emperor likes cats. Go buy him a cat. Maybe he will teach you how to cultivate himself."

Someone immediately retorted: "Buy a cat? I might as well turn into a cat and give myself to him..."

But he was interrupted: "You turned into a cat? It seems you don't want to live anymore!"

At this time, another female cultivator said, "I plan to refine some elixirs and send them to the Emperor. The Emperor has been punished by heaven, and his body must need to recover."

……

"Today's meeting ends here. All cultivators may return to their respective sects to practice."

Chen Xuan stood on the high platform, holding his long beard with his hand, looking at the chattering disciples below, and said with a kind and gentle look.

All the monks fell silent, then they all flew up on their swords and soared into the sky.

Lingshan Square suddenly became empty, with only Chen Xuan and others sitting on the high platform.

Chen Xuan held his long beard with his hand and nodded slightly, showing that he was satisfied with everything. Then he lifted his robe and sat down gracefully.

Jun Yan stood up, bowed to Chen Xuan, and said respectfully, "If there is nothing else, Jun Yan will go back first."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan nodded slightly to show his agreement.

Then, Jun Yan pulled out the long sword from his back with a graceful movement and threw it into the air.

With one leap he stepped onto the sword and began to fly, soaring into the clouds.

Jiuyang and Shuangyue also stood up. Shuangyue stood silently aside without saying a word.

Jiuyang held a whisk in his hand, bowed and said, "I'll take my leave."

Chen Xuan immediately stood up, raised his hand and shouted, "Master, wait a minute, is Xiao Wan okay?"

Jiuyang smiled and replied, "Thank you for your concern, Sect Master. The child is now on the right track and is cultivating diligently."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan nodded slightly and said, "That's good, Master, please go back."

After saying this, he turned to look at Shuangyue, took out an exquisite invitation from his sleeve, smiled slightly, and said, "Shuangyue, please pass this invitation to Yun Che and ask him to attend in a month."

However, Shuang Yue did not accept the invitation. She simply bowed slightly and declined, saying, "It would be better if you could deliver it to him in person, Sect Master. He won't let me into his inner hall."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan couldn't help but sigh and said, "Shuangyue, Shuangyue, can't you take the initiative?

Yun Che has already returned to Wuji Sect, why don’t you seize the opportunity and strike while the iron is hot?

I don't believe it from the bottom of my heart. His heart is made of iron and can't be warmed no matter what I do. "

Upon hearing this, Shuang Yue slowly lowered her head, her expression filled with disappointment: "The Emperor has no interest in me. No matter how much I do, it will be useless in the end."