The System Arrives: Leading My Clan to Become the Strongest

95: Chapter 95 The Drunkard’s Pavilion Turmoil, the Battle Arena of Ten Thousand Martial ArtsA young man dressed in moon-white training gear quickly walked to the side of the leading young woman, a fawning smile on his face and a tone full of familiarity.

The young woman, addressed as Junior Sister Feiyan, wore a pale purple long dress. She had a slender figure and a face of pure, transcendent beauty, though her expression held a hint of cold detachment.

She lifted her gaze to scan the city gate ahead and nodded slightly, her voice as clear as spring water.

”There is no need. We have descended the mountain this time for the Qingfeng Martial Meet, not for sightseeing.”

The smile on the young man’s face stiffened before he chuckled sheepishly.

”What Junior Sister says is true, but there are still a few days before the Qingfeng Martial Meet begins. Our Sect has come from afar, so it’s only right to rest first. I heard the Wangyue Tower in this capital makes excellent pastries; why don’t you try some, Junior Sister?”

Before the young woman could speak, a burly man behind her said in a gruff voice:

”Junior Brother Li, stop pestering Junior Sister Feiyan! The Sect Master sent us because he heard there is a great Opportunity in this Martial Arts Tournament. He wants us to seize as many spots as possible; don’t let personal matters delay our business!”

The Young Man surnamed Li’s face darkened, and just as he was about to retort, a voice rang out from behind them.

”What are you all standing here for? Enter the city and find a place to stay first.”

At that moment, Su Ningshuang was the last to step off the flying boat. With a casual wave of her hand, the flying boat shrank to the size of two fingers and flew into her palm.

After putting away the flying boat, she noticed the Disciples were all standing still, so she couldn’t help but speak up to remind them.

”Revered Master.”

Seeing Su Ningshuang appear, Zhongli Feiyan stepped forward and greeted her.

”Grand Elder.”

”Grand Elder.”

The other Disciples also bowed in greeting one after another.

This group was precisely the Tianxuan Sect Grand Elder Su Ningshuang and a host of Disciples.

”Let’s go, enter the city.”

Su Ningshuang said as she headed toward the city gate. Zhongli Feiyan followed, as did the other Disciples.

As she passed by the Young Man surnamed Li, Zhongli Feiyan gave him a faint glance.

”You should remember exactly what the Sect Master said regarding our participation in the Qingyun Martial Meet.”

Having finished speaking, she ignored the Young Man surnamed Li and followed Su Ningshuang into the capital.

Looking at Zhongli Feiyan ahead of him, the resentment on the young man’s face instantly vanished. He hurriedly cupped his hands and replied, ”Junior Sister’s lesson is noted; I have committed it to memory.”

Su Ningshuang merely smiled at the scene and said nothing.

Zhongli Feiyan’s performance did not disappoint her. The reason they arrived so late was, for one, that as members of the Tianxuan Sect, they often made their appearance last to reflect their status.

Another reason was to wait for Zhongli Feiyan to emerge from seclusion. Since the last Desolate Beast Tide, Zhongli Feiyan had entered seclusion again. She achieved a Breakthrough to the Golden Core yesterday at noon, becoming one of the rare Golden Core True Persons of the Tianxuan Sect.

Nearby, the burly man grinned at the sight and patted the Young Man surnamed Li on the shoulder.

”Did you hear that? Hurry up and follow. If you mess up the Grand Elder’s business, you’ll have a hard time!”

The group quickly merged into the flow of people entering the city. Su Ningshuang walked at the front, her gaze seemingly sweeping around casually, but in reality, she was taking in all the discussions about the Qingfeng Martial Meet.

As a top-tier Sect, the Tianxuan Sect existed on equal footing with the Yuan Kingdom and usually did not interfere in the country’s internal affairs. Sending her to lead the team this time was definitely not as simple as just getting spots for the Martial Arts Tournament.

Along the way, as discussions of the ”Qingfeng Martial Meet” drifted into her ears with the wind, Su Ningshuang’s fingers hanging at her side curled slightly, and a flash of indiscernible depth crossed her eyes.

She looked toward the heart of the capital, where buildings were scattered and voices were clamoring. Clearly, the craze stirred up by this grand event had already swept through the entire city.

”Let’s go, find a place to stay first.”

Su Ningshuang said calmly. Without stopping her pace, she walked straight toward the bustling area of the city.

The Tianxuan Sect Disciples followed closely behind. Zhongli Feiyan walked by her side, her pale purple dress exceptionally eye-catching in the crowd, drawing the gazes of many passersby, though all were repelled by the coldness in her expression.

The group traversed streets and alleys, finally stopping before an imposing Restaurant.

The Restaurant’s plaque bore the three large gold-leafed characters ”Zuixian Tower.” Two large red gauze lanterns hung at the entrance, and the place was bustling with people. Those coming and going were all Cultivators carrying swords and sabers, their boisterous laughter audible from a distance.

”Grand Elder, this Zuixian Tower looks grand; it must be one of the best Restaurants in the capital. Let’s stay here.”

The burly man from before peered inside and suggested in a muffled voice.

Su Ningshuang nodded slightly and was the first to step inside.

As soon as they entered, a rich aroma of wine mixed with the scent of food wafted over. The main hall was packed, with Cultivators from various factions gathered in groups, loudly discussing the upcoming Qingfeng Martial Meet. Occasionally, someone would strike the table in admiration, while others argued until red in the face over the strength of a competing power.

A waiter, quick-eyed and deft, hurried to meet them with a fawning smile.

”Honored guests, please come in! Are you here for a meal or to stay the night?”

”We need eighteen top-floor rooms, preferably quiet ones.”

Zhongli Feiyan stepped forward and spoke calmly. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

As a Disciple in front of outsiders, it was her duty to handle such chores; otherwise, having her Revered Master personally deal with such trivial matters would lower their status too much.

Upon hearing this, the smile on the waiter’s face vanished, and he could only say with difficulty:

”Honored guest, this...”

Seeing that the attire and temperament of this group were extraordinary, he didn’t dare offend them, but the problem was that they were asking for too much, leaving him unsure of what to do.

”What, is there a problem? We aren’t short on money.”

Seeing the waiter’s hesitant manner, the Young Man surnamed Li, who was already in a bad mood, stepped forward. He slapped a Low-Grade Spirit Stone onto the table and scanned the hall with an arrogant gaze.

”Lead the way immediately.”

The waiter looked at the Spirit Stone on the table, swallowed hard, and finally gritted his teeth to say:

”Honored guest, it’s not that I don’t want to take you, but we simply don’t have that many rooms right now.”

The waiter rubbed his hands, his face full of distress, and fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

”Honored guest, you may not know, but with the Qingfeng Martial Meet approaching, the inns and Restaurants in the city have long been filled to capacity. Our Zuixian Tower has twenty ’Heaven’ Grade Top Rooms in total; currently, only eight remain, and the rest have all been booked. We really can’t put together eighteen top rooms!”

At these words, the Young Man surnamed Li’s face darkened further. Just as he was about to lose his temper, Zhongli Feiyan raised her hand to stop him.

She glanced at the noisy crowd in the hall and then looked at the waiter, her tone still cold:

”Keep the remaining eight ’Heaven’ grade rooms for us, and give us ten ’Earth’ Grade Rooms as well.”

Hearing this, the waiter felt as if he had been granted a grand amnesty and hurriedly bowed and nodded:

”Yes, yes, yes! Honored guest, please wait a moment, I’ll go arrange it right away!”

With that, he scurried off toward the back hall.

Su Ningshuang had not spoken from beginning to end. She rested with her eyes closed, her fingertips lightly tapping the hilt of her sword, her gaze calmly sweeping over the various people in the hall.

Among these people were Sect Cultivators and children of noble families, each with an extraordinary aura. Clearly, they were all here for the Qingfeng Martial Meet.

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Two days later, at the Ten Thousand Martial Arts Stage.