0p0 Chapter 229 Cloud Recesses Back Mountain
Chapter 229 Cloud Recesses Back Mountain
Wen Ruohan remained expressionless, but her left index finger habitually curled up and rubbed the firm skin of her fingertip. At this moment, the five people in the front row of the Wen Clan's red-clad camp in the center of the training ground noticed Wen Ruohan's subtle and almost imperceptible movement, and their hearts skipped a beat!
Even though the sun was blazing overhead and the sunlight, which was slightly hot, was shining all over my body, I still felt as if I had fallen into an icy abyss, with a bone-chilling coldness emanating from my very bones and marrow!
The five people who knew Wen Ruohan’s temperament well knew that whenever he made this move unconsciously, it was always accompanied by a series of horrifying bloodshed!
I wonder who Wen Ruohan's executioner's blade will fall on this time!
The five men felt a chill run down their spines. They sincerely hoped that their little rascals wouldn't be too reckless and provoke this evil god. Otherwise, not only would his own life be in danger, but hundreds of members of their entire clan would also be implicated!
Lost in his own thoughts, Wen Ruohan was unaware of what the five elders he had carefully selected were pondering. He rubbed his index finger for a moment before lowering his eyelids to suppress the raging emotions surging within him.
He glanced up at the still deserted place where he had come from, and asked in a calm, unwavering tone, "How much longer do we have to wait?"
The moment the calm, deep voice reached Qinghengjun's ears, who was smiling without the slightest impatience, a dark glint flashed across his dark, jade-like eyes. He then replied with composure, "Sect Leader Wen, look, the person has arrived!"
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, groups of three or five members from various sects of the immortal sects walked toward them from afar.
"..." Wen Ruohan nodded, then asked with a double meaning, "Lan Wenjing, is everything ready?"
Qinghengjun chuckled softly, as if everything was under his control: "Sect Leader Wen, just watch and see."
Wen Ruohan didn't seem to mind the weak rebuff, his brows furrowing slightly as he said, "Now that all the schools have arrived, it's time for this long-planned show to begin!"
Qinghengjun glanced at the figures from various families arriving one after another with her clear, calm gaze, then looked back and nodded in agreement: "Alright, it's getting late. We'll take our leave first, and our disciples will guide us from behind!"
Without further ado, he announced swiftly, "Gentlemen, the venue for today is not here. Please follow me."
As soon as he finished speaking, none of the Lan clan members present doubted or hesitated and followed the Lan clan elders at the front to line up behind Qinghengjun. Nie Changfeng also patted his son on the shoulder without hesitation, telling him to go down and lead the Nie clan disciples to line up together.
Nie Mingjue did as he was told, and Wen Ruohan was not to be outdone. He threw a light, seemingly weightless but actually very intimidating look at the Wen Clan elders who were standing very straight in the arena. The five elders immediately understood and waved to signal the disciples behind them to line up and follow. They marched in unison to the side of the Lan Clan disciples.
In just a few breaths, the disciples of the three families, fully prepared and ready to go, resolutely followed Qinghengjun and his group, who had already set off ahead, into another direction, amidst the hesitant and puzzled gazes of the other families who were just arriving at the training ground.
Seeing this, many astute families kept all their questions to themselves and led their disciples and clansmen, who were still not firmly on their feet, to follow.
Many families who remained rooted to the spot, still weighing the pros and cons, hesitated but, after being politely and firmly reminded by the Lan disciples left behind by Qingheng-jun, they followed along with their people. Soon, a long, colorful dragon snaked its way towards the back mountain on the northwest side of the Lan Clan's training ground!
After walking straight for half an hour, Qinghengjun, who was in the lead, stopped in front of an ordinary little mountain that was neither too high nor too low, with dark green trees and light green shrubs growing in abundance. Without delay, he raised his hand and waved his sleeve, and a stream of icy blue spiritual energy shot into the mountain with lightning speed. In an instant, the empty space in front of the mountain rippled like waves on the surface of water.
The ripples suddenly spread out, and in the center of the ripples, like a curtain slowly being drawn back, a passage that widened and widened. Following the suddenly opened passage, one could see an extremely wide and flat open space nestled among the mountains, which could easily accommodate thousands of people.
To the east of the open space, a semi-circular grandstand with a wide view, exquisite carvings, and a distinctly Lan-style aesthetic stands silently, surrounded by a row of white stone railings. Several rows of seats and tables are neatly arranged on the grandstand, with teacups, teapots, fruit plates, dried fruit and candied fruit dishes and other items placed in a staggered manner.
Qinghengjun suddenly turned around and stretched out his arms, saying, "Please take your seats in order!"
Then, with a graceful and breezy air, he walked into the main seat on the platform and took his seat. Wen Ruohan, Nie Changfeng, Lan Qiren, and others also took their seats in turn. The people following behind also took their seats in an orderly manner under the guidance of the Lan disciples who were maintaining order.