The Emperor of Zongmen Workers is here

Inside Dongling City, gongs and drums roared, and firecrackers exploded. The Jiang family, the city's largest aristocratic family, was holding a grand celebration to celebrate the wedding of its young master. For this wedding, the Jiang family had specially invited masters from all the major immortal cultivation sects, including the Wuliang Sect.

"Jiang family?" Jiang Qingwu murmured softly, her gaze fixed on the front, as if she had traveled back in time. Her eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment, as if she was trying to recall something important. Suddenly, a slightly childish face appeared in her sight. It was Jiang Ruiyuan, his face filled with an innocent smile, but also revealed a deep sadness.

"Dad, Mom..." Jiang Qingwu called softly, her eyes red. Her voice was filled with endless longing and sorrow, as if the whole world could feel the pain in her heart.

"Junior Master..." Lin Muci and the others beside him looked at Jiang Qingwu, their hearts filled with sympathy and worry. They knew everything Jiang Qingwu had been through and wanted to go forward to comfort her, but she gently waved her hand to stop them.

"I'm fine..." Jiang Qingwu said, holding back her tears. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Although she was still grieving, she didn't want others to worry about her.

At this moment, Mo Yunsheng noticed the atmosphere was becoming somewhat heavy, and quickly changed the subject: "How long will this illusion last? We've been here for a long time, and I wonder how much time has passed outside... How long will it take until the Youhuang Secret Realm opens?"

Jiang Qingwu was silent for a moment and then replied, "I feel like it should be almost over..." Her tone was firm and confident, as if she had some premonition about the future.

Jiang Qingwu felt this illusion was incredibly precious, as it allowed her to see her long-lost loved ones again. However, she was also clearly aware that it was just an illusion, and that her loved ones in reality were no longer alive. But she still cherished the scene before her, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart: Could such a fate actually exist...

Shi Chenbai received the Jiang family's invitation, but he was in seclusion practicing and unable to go. So, he handed the invitation to his junior sister, the sect leader Li Qingtong, and asked her to attend on his behalf.

After receiving the invitation, Li Qingtong made some preparations and then set off for Dongling. She was dressed in a crimson-purple gown and wore the Wuliang Sect's sect order around her waist.

The Jiang family's mansion was lavishly decorated, overflowing with guests and bustling with activity. Li Qingtong's arrival naturally caused a small stir. The Jiang family's patriarch personally greeted her and seated her in the most honorable position.

"Master Li, thank you for taking the time to attend my son's wedding." Jiang Yue said with a smile, a hint of respect in his tone.

"Master Jiang, you are too polite. It's the day of Young Master Jiang's wedding, and naturally we from the Wuliang Sect have to come and celebrate after receiving the invitation. My senior brother was delayed due to his retreat, so he asked me to bring a generous gift." Li Qingtong smiled back and handed the gift to Master Jiang. Her eyes swept across the courtyard of the Jiang Mansion, and saw lights and decorations everywhere, creating a festive atmosphere.

"By the way, Sect Leader Li, we have invited various opera troupes to perform at tonight's banquet. I believe it will be a feast for your eyes." Jiang Yue continued, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Oh? That's worth looking forward to." Li Qingtong nodded, full of anticipation for the evening performance.

As night fell, the courtyard of the Jiang Mansion was brightly lit, as if it were daytime. The banquet officially began, and guests from all over took their seats, waiting for the show to begin.

As a well-known performing group in Dongling City, Liu Banzhu's troupe was naturally invited to attend this grand banquet. They arrived at Jiang Mansion early, ready to show off their skills at the banquet.

As night falls and the lights come on, the backstage of the opera troupe is bustling with activity. Feng Jingchen, the youngest and most sought-after actor in the troupe, is frantically preparing for tonight's performance. He's adorned in a gorgeous costume, his delicate makeup framing his handsome features as if he's stepped out of a traditional Chinese painting. However, just as he's about to take the stage, a group of uninvited guests blocks his path.

This group of people were none other than Feng Jingchen's senior brothers. They were always jealous and resentful of him, often looking for opportunities to bully him. But today, they seemed even more brazen. "Little bastard, do you really think you're worthy enough to step onto the stage? I'm telling you, you'll never make it big again!" one of the brothers said viciously, his hand tightly grasping Feng Jingchen's collar, his eyes gleaming with malice.

Another senior brother echoed, "That's right, a lowly creature like you is only fit to carry our shoes!" He had a scornful smile on his face, as if Feng Jingchen was just an insignificant existence.

Feng Jingchen lowered his head, remaining silent. His body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the rage burning within him. He was well aware of the gap between himself and these people, but he refused to be oppressed forever. He knew that resistance would only bring him more trouble, so he chose to remain silent.

Despite this, his eyes still revealed determination and unyielding spirit. He secretly told himself that one day, he would let these people see his true strength. And today, he would turn all his grievances and unwillingness into motivation and prove his worth with his best performance.

"Stop!" At that moment, a clear, crisp voice suddenly rang out, breaking the clamor and chaos, like a stream of pure water flowing through everyone's ears. Everyone turned to look, only to see a woman of extraordinary beauty standing nearby. She was tall and straight, her lavender gown fluttering gently in the wind, as beautiful as a fairy descending from the earth. However, what captivated them most were her eyes, as bright as stars, which now shone with an unmistakable brilliance.

"What are you doing?!" Li Qingtong's voice was filled with anger, like the cold wind on a winter day, icy and biting. She quickly walked to Feng Jingchen's side and tightly protected him behind her, like a lioness protecting her cubs.

"This... distinguished guest, we are just teaching our junior brothers." One of the senior brothers stuttered, with a trace of fear in his eyes, as if he was afraid of the woman in front of him.

"Teach? I think you are bullying people!" Li Qingtong snorted coldly. Her eyes swept across the faces of these senior brothers one by one, as sharp as a sword, making them feel an unprecedented chill.

"Get out of here!" Her tone carried an undeniable authority, like an order, making no one dare to disobey. The brothers dared not linger a moment longer, lowering their heads and leaving the backstage in disgrace, like stray dogs.

"Are you okay?" Li Qingtong turned her head and looked at Feng Jingchen, asking with concern. Her eyes were full of tenderness and care, which made Feng Jingchen feel warm in his heart.

Feng Jingchen raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him. A warm feeling welled up in his heart. He shook his head and said softly, "I'm fine. Thank you."

"What's your name?" Li Qingtong continued to ask.

"My name is Fengjingchen." Fengjingchen replied.

"Fengjingchen..." Li Qingtong repeated the name in a low voice, a gleam in her eyes.

She carefully examined Feng Jingchen and discovered his remarkable physique and exceptional aptitude, clearly a promising candidate for cultivating immortality. An idea suddenly occurred to her: after the banquet, she would find the troupe, redeem Feng Jingchen, and bring him back to the Wuliang Sect.

"You should prepare for your performance first. I have something to say to you at the banquet tonight." Li Qingtong said with a smile.

"Yes, Immortal." Feng Jingchen answered respectfully, his heart full of gratitude.

Li Qingtong turned and left the backstage. She had already started planning in her mind how to bring Feng Jingchen back to Wuliang Sect.

As night fell, the lights of Dongling City gradually lit up, like stars dotting the darkness. Inside the Jiang family mansion, the lights were ablaze, and the sounds of people were bustling. A grand banquet was underway. Li Qingtong sat in the VIP seats, her gaze traversing the crowd until it finally landed on one side of the stage.

On the stage, the troupe's actors were nervously preparing, dressed in gorgeous costumes and meticulously painted. Feng Jingchen was among them, his eyes revealing a hint of nervousness, but also a greater sense of determination. He knew that tonight's performance was of great significance to him.

Li Qingtong's gaze lingered on Feng Jingchen for a moment, her mind already made up. She turned and whispered a few words to the attendant beside her. The Jiang family attendant nodded and quietly left his seat.

On the stage, accompanied by a passionate blast of gongs and drums, the performance officially began. First up was a classic martial arts scene, featuring actors in gorgeous costumes tumbling and leaping across the stage. Their movements were powerful and swift, flowing as if with the natural rhythm of flowing water. Each move was precise and sharp, seemingly ripping the stage apart. The audience was captivated, bursting into thunderous applause.

However, Li Qingtong wasn't completely focused on her dazzling performance on stage. Her gaze occasionally flickered backstage, as if awaiting some important news. Finally, a servant hurried over, a look of unconcealed joy on his face. He leaned close to Li Qingtong's ear and whispered in a low voice, "Master, it's done." A faint smile crossed Li Qingtong's face. She nodded slightly, signaling the servant to withdraw. She knew full well that after tonight, Feng Jingchen's fate would undergo a drastic change.

The performance on stage was still in full swing, and the audience's enthusiasm was ignited by the actors' wonderful performances, and they broke out into warm applause and cheers from time to time. However, in this lively atmosphere, Feng Jingchen's heart was filled with uneasiness.

He didn't know what Li Qingtong's appearance would bring him. He only knew that there was an unusual light in this woman's eyes, a light he had never seen before.

After the performance, Feng Jingchen was brought before Li Qingtong. His heart was pounding, almost leaping out of his chest. His feet felt heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every step was a struggle. Finally, he arrived in front of Li Qingtong and stood there quietly, head bowed, hands clasped tightly together, appearing nervous.

"Fengjingchen, are you willing to come with me?" Li Qingtong's voice was soft but firm, as if an invisible force had drawn Fengjingchen's head upwards. He stared directly into Fengjingchen's eyes, which seemed to hold endless mysteries.

Feng Jingchen's body trembled slightly, and his lips moved, but no sound came out. His heart was filled with confusion and surprise. He didn't understand why this mysterious woman took him away. He was just a small actor in a troupe, a child abandoned by fate.

"Why...why are you taking me away?" Feng Jingchen's voice trembled, and he wasn't sure if he had heard correctly. His eyes revealed a hint of confusion, as if he were a lonely soul lost in a vast sea of ​​people.

"Because you are qualified to be a better person." Li Qingtong's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty, her eyes firm and persistent. "Are you willing to return to Wuliang Sect with me and start a new life of cultivation?"

Feng Jingchen's heart surged with emotion, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He had never imagined he would have such an opportunity. He knew this was a chance to change his destiny, and he couldn't miss it.

"I do!" Feng Jingchen's voice was firm and powerful, as if declaring his resolve and faith to the world. His eyes were fiery and focused, gleaming with anticipation and longing for the future. He knew full well that this decision would change his destiny and set him on a completely new path.

Li Qingtong nodded slightly, expressing her satisfaction. She stood up, gracefully extended her hand, and gently patted Feng Jingchen's shoulder. The hand was warm and strong, conveying an inexplicable sense of security to Feng Jingchen. "Okay, from now on, you are my disciple. Is there anything you want to take back to the troupe?" There was a hint of encouragement in her voice, as if to tell Feng Jingchen that no matter what choice he made, she would support him.

Feng Jingchen shook his head and answered firmly, "No." His eyes revealed a resoluteness, as if he didn't want to return to the place that had once brought him pain and bondage. He feared that if he did, this beautiful dream would be shattered, and everything would be back to square one. So, he rejected Li Qingtong's proposal without hesitation, hoping to leave here as soon as possible and start a new life.

Li Qingtong seemed to understand his inner fragility and fear. She smiled gently and said, "That's all right. Once you return to your master's sect, you'll have everything you need for daily life." Her words were like a spring breeze, bringing Feng Jingchen endless comfort and warmth. She knew that such a change might be unsettling for a young child, but she believed that as long as they worked together, everything would be fine.

Li Qingtong then took Feng Jingchen away from the Jiang family banquet. Feng Jingchen followed closely behind her, his steps firm and powerful, as if each step was a step towards the future. He knew that from now on, a new chapter in his life would begin. He would no longer be alone, because he had a strong and kind master by his side.

"When you've achieved some success, you can personally sever some of these worldly ties," Li Qingtong told him. Why wait until he's achieved some success? The reason was quite profound. For cultivators to oppress ordinary people is unacceptable, no matter where they live. Only when Feng Jingchen has achieved some success will he be at his most secure. At that point, the world will no longer accuse the cultivator of bullying, but will instead believe that those who abused Feng Jingchen deserved their punishment. However, if Feng Jingchen waited until after he had established his foundation to address these grievances, he would likely be the center of public criticism, accused of bullying and lacking a firm mindset in his cultivation. Therefore, Li Qingtong chose to let Feng Jingchen wait until he had achieved some success.

"Yes! Thank you, Master!" Feng Jingchen, having spent years in the opera troupe and having long since witnessed the treacherous nature of human nature, naturally understood Li Qingtong's good intentions and felt a surge of gratitude. They bid farewell to the Jiang residence and set out on the journey back to the Wuliang Sect. In the night sky, the stars twinkled like brilliant pearls, seemingly illuminating their path.

At this moment, the illusion began to shake unsteadily, as if the entire world was trembling. Everyone's minds also became unstable and shaky...

"The illusion is about to break! Everyone be careful!" Feng Ci, the formation master, shouted.

Jiang Qingwu threw out the Qingxin Talisman and placed one on each person to prevent any phantom spirits in the illusion from attacking their minds...