Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 510: The Toll of the Funeral Bell

Fairy Yu knew Fang Chen very well. She quickly caught that his gaze was off and said through voice transmission, "Lord, what's wrong?"

Fang Chen looked at Fairy Yu and smiled. "How about we stay here today and enjoy the wedding feast?"

Fairy Yu was slightly surprised but nodded with a smile. "Sure."

As long as she could be with Fang Chen, she was happy no matter what they did.

"Both of you, today is the joyous day of our king's wedding... If you don't have an invitation, it's probably best to leave," the middle-aged man said calmly.

Fang Chen showed the middle-aged man a light smile. "The lady your king is marrying is someone I know. Can't we just stay for a meal?"

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered slightly, the disdain in his eyes fading a bit, though he still seemed skeptical. "You know the lady?"

Fang Chen asked with a smile, "Is your lady's surname Tu?"

The middle-aged man burst into laughter. "Hahaha, turns out you're esteemed guests from the lady's side. Please come in."

His attitude improved immediately. He instructed a servant to escort the two into the residence.

Fairy Yu looked somewhat skeptical. "Lord, do you really know the bride?"

This was the Central Continent. She knew Fang Chen had never been here before. How could he know a woman from the Central Continent?

Fang Chen nodded slightly and sent a voice transmission, "She is the master of the Qinghu Empire. We had a brief encounter in the past, but I didn't expect to meet her here. Since that middle-aged man doesn't know where the Greenwood Sect is, we can ask the guests. Someone must know."

"The Qinghu Empire?" muttered Fairy Yu.

She nodded slightly. She had heard of that country as it was just next to the Grand Qian Empire.

The servant led the two to the banquet hall of the mansion, where hundreds of tables were set up, bustling with people and filled with delicacies from land and sea. Everyone was dining and chatting joyously.

A senior man in a crimson robe was moving around with a group of followers, holding a wine cup and mingling among the various cultivators. Blessings and congratulations poured out from the mouths of the cultivators, making the old man smile with delight. His was at the Golden Core Realm, and most of the guests were also at the Golden Core Realm or Foundation Building Realm, with some Qi Refining Realm cultivators being either servants of the residence or disciples brought by the guests.

However, about ninety percent of the cultivators present had a faint trace of demonic qi on them, including the old man in the crimson robe.

"May I ask about your cultivation levels?" the servant respectfully inquired.

"Golden Core Realm," replied Fairy Yu with a soft smile.

"Golden Core Realm?" The servant nodded slightly and pointed to a place, saying, "Your seats are over there. Please take your places."

Fang Chen and Fairy Yu went to a table where seven or eight people were seated. They were all also at the Golden Core Realm.

When the people sitting saw two unfamiliar people walk up to their table, their eyes filled with surprise.

After they sat down, Fairy Yu started serving food to Fang Chen, looking like a devoted wife.

"You two are so affectionate, it's truly enviable. May I know how to address you and which immortal mountain you cultivate at?" someone said from the side.

It was a well-built middle-aged man with bright green eyes and silver-white hair on his cheeks and hands. He was seated next to Fang Chen and was clearly a demonic cultivator.

He was smiling as he looked at the two, his eyes lingering a few moments on Fairy Yu.

"I am Fang Cangyou, and this is my wife. We are wandering cultivators. Please forgive any inconvenience caused." Fang Chen smiled.

"A married couple?" muttered Fairy Yu, her smile widening.

She picked up a bright green fruit and fed it to Fang Chen. "Husband, this fruit is very sweet. Try it."

Fang Chen chewed on it and nodded with a smile. "Indeed, it's sweet. Dear, have some more."

When they heard that Fang Chen and Fairy Yu were merely wandering cultivators, the people seated at the table lost interest in them and continued their earlier chatter.

"Everyone, the funeral bell has been ringing for twenty-seven days straight. I’m afraid everyone in the Central Continent Empire has heard it. This indicates that the Immortal Seedlings have met their demise. What could have happened for even Immortal Seedlings to perish?" said a female demonic cultivator, sighing.

She continued, "Such existences are among the top in terms of strength and background. I wonder who dared to kill them. I'm sure the major sects will not sit idly by."

"There must be a major event occurring. Otherwise, how could they fall? In normal circumstances, who would dare harm them? This is an unforgivable grudge," another cultivator added.

Fang Chen and Fairy Yu were struck with realization. "Funeral bell?"

No wonder they heard a mournful bell the moment they arrived here. For them, it had been going on for more than twenty days. It turned out to be the funeral bell because Immortal Seedlings had fallen.

I'm a bit worried that this funeral bell itself is a highly-ranked treasure, possibly above the Heaven rank. Otherwise, how could its toll resonate throughout the entire Central Continent?

"Lord, they are talking about you. I didn't expect that these sects would announce the death of the Immortal Seedlings to the world," whispered Fairy Yu.

Fang Chen said with a hint of a smile on his face, "They just want to let everyone know that this grudge will be avenged. They are letting their attitude be known."

Fairy Yu furrowed her brow slightly. "That's troublesome..."

"I have actually been able to become a cultivator because of a senior from the Central Continent Empire. Once your matter is resolved, I will join that senior's sect. I believe this sect isn't any weaker than those Immortal Seedlings' sects. If they want to mess with me, it might not be so easy. You don't need to worry," reassured Fang Chen.

"Lord, which sect is it?" Fairy Yu was curious.

Fang Chen chuckled and transmitted, "Three Thousand Dao Sect. Have you ever heard of it?"

"Three Thousand Dao Sect? I don't think I've heard of it..."

Fairy Yu paused for a moment. Then, she said, "It's probably just my limited knowledge. The Central Continent Empire is vast after all. It's so vast that even cultivators in the Middle Three Realms may spend their entire lives without fully exploring it. It's normal not to know a few top-tier sects."

However, Fang Chen still found it rather strange. If the Three Thousand Dao Sect is on the level of the Void Immortal Sword Sect, how could Fairy Yu not have heard of it?

"Could it be that the Three Thousand Dao Sect is a reclusive sect that rarely interacts with the outside world?" Fang Chen mused to himself.

This explanation seemed quite plausible. Thinking back to Senior Yun He's carefree attitude as he traveled across the world, Fang Chen became curious about the Three Thousand Dao Sect and wondered what it would be like there.

Soon, the topic of conversation shifted from the bell to the present time's major sects. Therefore Fang Chen interjected, "Do any of you know about the Greenwood Sect?"

"Greenwood Sect? Never heard of it," replied the others with the same puzzled expressions as the middle-aged man earlier. It seemed like they truly hadn't heard of the Greenwood Sect.

Fang Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly. It appeared that the Greenwood Sect was not considered top-tier and was probably not even first-tier within the Central Continent Empire. However, there were many people here, so there might be someone who knew of its existence. He decided to ask again at the first opportunity.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man whispered a few words to the old man in the red robe and then glanced at Fang Chen and Fairy Yu.

The old man's eyes lit up when he saw Fairy Yu.

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