Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 117 - 95 Lu Jin’an: "I don’t drink alcohol."_2

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Then there was a noise beside him, and the good disciple had already taken out the painting tools and started painting Lu Jin’an at this moment.

Seeing Nanzhi like this, she probably didn’t notice Pei Wanyu’s gaze, otherwise, she would certainly mutter a bit before starting to paint.

Then she looked at Mu Qingyue, whose eyes were covered with a black cloth, and seemed to ’look’ with some envy at Nanzhi, who could paint, and then looked at Lu Jin’an... and the pomelo in her hand.

Then she patted her own chest.

Hmm?

What does this mean?

Xiao Yinruo felt puzzled, so he looked at the pomelo in Lu Jin’an’s hand. Was there something special about that pomelo?

"The rind of this pomelo is really hard."

Behind the desk, Lu Jin’an muttered softly. The pomelo in his hand was naturally not an ordinary pomelo, but a fruit from the Wandao Sect’s orchard.

The fruits here are nourished by spiritual power from heaven and earth all year round, and the ones brought out on such important occasions are all top-grade spirit fruits. Just like the pomelo in his hand, it could definitely kill a cultivator of the Guiyuan Realm.

"Hard as it is, good disciple, you’re peeling it quite fast." Pei Wanyu said with a smile, and then her eyes sparkled as she whispered: "Now you peel a pomelo for your Master, and tonight I will treat you to some watermelon. How does that sound?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Jin’an immediately perked up: "How many pomelos does Master want to eat?"

"How many watermelons does good disciple want to eat?"

"Two!" Lu Jin’an blinked, "Watermelons with seeds are delicious."

Pei Wanyu stealthily placed her hand on his thigh, her fingertips gently rubbing: "Your Master can’t eat two pomelos. How about we eat them together?"

Lu Jin’an tentatively asked: "Watermelons too? Can Master eat them?"

"Why not, give it a try?" Pei Wanyu’s eyelids drooped slightly, her tone ambiguous.

"Disciple will follow Master’s orders."

Lu Jin’an’s fingers peeled the pomelo even faster. At this moment, seated at the main seat, Zheng Dongliu, seeing that everyone from the Taiyi Hall square, the Inner Sect, and the Outer Disciples had taken their seats, raised the golden cup on the desk.

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Zheng Dongliu’s booming voice spread throughout the Wandao Sect, and just as he was about to drink it all in one go, his eyes shifted upward.

"So many people, it’s quite lively!"

A deeply resonant male voice echoed from high above, and everyone turned to the source. Amidst flickering golden light, the sharp cry of a roc was faintly discernible, and a slender figure appeared standing against the wind above the Wandao Sect’s protection barrier.

His clothes were crimson like blood, and a massive demonic energy was emanating.

Demon Clan.

The flow of light behind him, with dozens of figures appearing one by one, except for the leading youth being a Demon Emperor, the rest were all Demon Monarchs.

"Sect Master Zheng." The leading man had his hands behind his back, with an innate regal arrogance in his eyebrows: "We came here invited to celebrate your birthday, yet you’re not allowing us into the mountain gate?"

The guests at Taiyi Peak did not stand, while Zheng Dongliu downed the strong liquor in his cup and looked up with a grin: "I thought you’d test the Sect Protection Array. How disappointing."

Zheng Dongliu’s voice was like a powerful bell, mesmerizing all.

As the grand array activated, the man’s clothes flapped in the wind, and faintly, the sound of metal clashing could be heard piercing the air.

The man and his fellow demons descended to the ground, one hand clenched at his waist, the other behind his back, with a smile as if not smiling: "Came invited, how could we overstep?"

"Ji Dongqing, you’re healed, do you dare to personally come here to celebrate a birthday?" Shangguan Qizheng glanced at the visitor with interest.

Ji Dongqing, one of the Four Great Guardians of the Demon Clan Royal Court, Chebei Demon Saint.

Ji Dongqing’s gaze swept over the top combatants of the Human Clan present, finally looking at Shangguan Qizheng, the Pavilion Master of Heavenly Destiny Pavilion, with a slight smile: "I’ve indeed recovered. Without some confidence, even the King wouldn’t come here, let alone me?"

"Moreover, today I’ve come merely at Sect Master Zheng’s invitation to celebrate his birthday, without any intention of fighting. Does Sect Master Zheng intend to kill us all?"

He looked at Zheng Dongliu.

Zheng Dongliu also looked at him, his voice calm: "A guest is a guest."

Ji Dongqing smiled, cupping his hands towards Zheng Dongliu: "Thank you, Sect Master Zheng, for the invitation."

After a pause, Ji Dongqing’s voice suddenly rose several decibels: "The King has specially prepared a grand gift for Sect Master Zheng’s twenty-thousand-year birthday."

"Jinghai, present the gift!"

Standing behind Ji Dongqing, the Demon Emperor youth also dressed in crimson, bowed slightly, then stepped forward and waved his right hand.

Golden demon energy surged, and as it fiercely expanded in the wind, the sound of a bell reverberated.

"The King specifically forged this Immortal Bell with neck feathers and sends it to Sect Master Zheng."

The golden bell hovered in the air, its resonant sound carrying the wind-cutting noise of a soaring roc.

The Taiyi Hall square was filled with murderous intent.

Ji Dongqing’s smile remained unchanged: "Is Sect Master Zheng satisfied with this generous gift from the King?"

Zheng Dongliu’s withered palm pressed down slightly, and the killing intent present subsided significantly.

Looking at Ji Dongqing, he laughed heartily: "That old bird still holds a grudge over me cutting his wings, huh? No wonder he could only forge a bell with the feathers from the back of the neck. Not bad, not bad."

"Wenchang." Zheng Dongliu tilted his head towards his first disciple, whose face was filled with murderous intent: "Later, hang this bell at the mountain top, and have all the disciples ring it once a day to hear how loud it sounds."

Ji Wenchang bowed to Zheng Dongliu: "As you command."

"The gift is quite nice." Zheng Dongliu looked back at Ji Dongqing: "Tell that old bird when you return that I’ll definitely outlive him."

Ji Dongqing never expected this gift to make Zheng Dongliu rage. He knew very well the kind of pressure under which Zheng Dongliu lived to be twenty thousand years old.

The Dragons of the Dragon Court all fearedfully called Zheng Dongliu an "old monster." If a single bell could infuriate Zheng Dongliu, he would not have survived to this day.

So the King sent the bell merely to disgust the Human Clan a bit.