The content of the letter quickly spread throughout Shangqingchuan. The immortal practitioners talked about it with great relish, and the letters sent from Fuguang Island were discussed in taverns and teahouses for several days.
However, the sect that received the letter was thinking about another thing.
Do you want to accept the invitation in the letter?
So the sect that received the letter began to inquire about the situation of other sects that also received the letter.
The Chuanling Sect, Haoyang Sect, Yunjian Sect, Qianzhi Pavilion, Chunshui Palace...even the demon clan has spread the news, and the demon king Kong Yan has also received a letter from Fuguang Island.
After hearing this news, the disciples in charge of gathering information from various sects were all asked the same question:
"What's the situation with the guy in the Fifty Steps to the World Pavilion?"
The disciple's face turned a little strange, and he lowered his head and replied: "The Pavilion Master of Fifty Steps Tianxia Pavilion, Adrian Bai, arrived in Canshi City on the day he received the letter!"
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Ever since an island fell from the sky, Canshi City has changed from its former deserted state. The city has been crowded these days, and the weeds that have not been cleaned for many years have been trampled into mud by pairs of rich and luxurious boots, stuck to the soles of the shoes and carried to the main road in the city, where they were swept away by several vendors with brooms. These weeds have lived in Canshi City for who knows how many springs, summers, autumns and winters, but now they have no place to stay in this small city.
The vendors who set up stalls on both sides of the main road have been moving their stalls back and forth these days, but they are all smiling. The wrinkles in the corners of their eyes accumulated from years of worries are smoothed out one by one with the increasingly heavy bags of spirit stones.
In the past few days, all the restaurants and inns in the city were crowded day and night. People who fought for the same bench in the wine and teahouse during the day might have to fight for the same bed at night. The city, which used to be pitch black at night, now has festive red lanterns hanging on the high and low eaves as soon as the sun sets, making the shop owners in the buildings and the vendors on the street look rosy.
The most luxurious restaurant in Canshi City was full of people early in the morning. The storyteller who was driven away by the boss half a month ago was urgently invited back overnight, and now he is in high spirits.
The storyteller sipped the tea brought by the waiter, looked around at the full seats, stroked his goatee and said with a smile: "We are all gathered here today for the island outside."
The storyteller snapped the fan in his hand shut, with the tip of the fan pointing out the window, facing the golden island in the endless sea.
The crowd immediately became confused. Someone couldn't help but ask in a loud voice, "I heard that all the major sects have received letters from this strange island, and the letters invite them to go to the island. Is this true or false?"
"Is there any need to ask? Of course it's true!" Before the storyteller opened his mouth, a cultivator from another table shouted, "Many people saw Adrian Bai in this city yesterday. If the rumors were false, how could he appear here!"
As soon as this was said, someone immediately refuted: "It is said that Adrian Bai likes a lot of fun. Maybe he heard that there are a lot of people in Canshi City these days, so he came here to join in the fun!"
"Tomorrow is the Immortal Questioning Conference. He is not in the main city at this time. It is impossible that he came all the way here just to join in the fun!"
People in the building were arguing endlessly about Adrian Bai's purpose of coming to Canshi City, and they didn't give the storyteller any chance to speak.
The noise downstairs spread upstairs. A window in a private room on the second floor had been half-opened. A gray-haired old man poked his head out of the half-window and looked at the crowd in the lobby on the first floor who were about to fight over Adrian Bai. He turned around and asked another person in the room: "They are about to fight over you, why don't you go out and say a few words?"
He was answered by a clear voice, dragging a lazy tone: "No."
The old man turned around and looked at the person on the bed. The young man was wearing a flashy red dress, but it couldn't hide his dazzling appearance. He was half lying on the bed with one leg propped up casually, and there was no expression on his face.
At first glance, the young man was like a ball of fire, so dazzling that one dared not look at him any longer. Only his dark eyes were as cold as ice, and there was always a hint of mockery and ridicule in his eyes. No matter how you looked at him, he did not look like someone who was easy to get along with.
The old man looked down at his posture. It was the same as the young man's, but he looked a little awkward because his legs were shorter.
The old man sighed and stuck his head out of the window again.
The situation in the lobby was under control. The storyteller talked about the island in the Endless Sea, saying, "From a distance, this island is surrounded by clouds and mist, and golden light is overflowing. It is like a dream, just like the fairyland in the legend. When you look closely, you will find that the golden light is actually condensed spiritual energy. Because the spiritual energy on the island is too pure, without any impurities, it looks so dazzling."
At this point, the storyteller's tone changed, and he said in a deep voice: "Since the island appeared, eighteen fifth-level heaven masters, nine sixth-level heaven masters, three seventh-level heaven masters, and one eighth-level heaven master have tried to land on the island to find out what's going on. Unfortunately, no one has succeeded in getting to the island, and all have returned empty-handed."
The discussion in the lobby suddenly exploded.
"This island is so mysterious! Even the Eighth Heaven cannot get close to it?!"
"That layer of golden light is actually spiritual energy. How pure must the spiritual energy be to produce such stunning colors!"
"There must be more people who have explored it privately, but there is not even a single useful piece of information coming out!"
"Did you notice another important thing?"
"What's up?"
"How did the letters sent to the major sects arrive at the same time in one day? Not to mention the time issue, each sect must have means to protect the sect. Even if the letter from the island was delivered, the cultivation level of the person who delivered the letter must be so terrifying!"
"It's really scary." The old man stroked his fluffy gray beard and turned back, "Bai Zheng, what do you think is the realm of the person who delivered the letter?"
Adrian Bai, courtesy name Zheng. There are only a handful of people in the entire cultivation world who are qualified to call him that.
At first, Bai Zhuo gave Adrian Bai the name "正", which means uprightness. But judging from Adrian Bai's current behavior, when he called him "正", he must have been mocking him in his heart.
Adrian Bai put his hands behind his head, stared into space, and answered casually, "Above the ninth level."
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