After Gu Changhuan entered the palace, he found two rows of golden elixir monks in armor standing opposite each other inside the palace gate. The aura coming from their bodies was actually very different from that of ordinary people.
Gu Changhuan glanced at them but didn't say anything, but walked straight forward.
The Zhou Imperial Palace covers a huge area, and the place where Gu Changhuan and others gathered to discuss matters today is called Chengming Hall.
The invitation card invited by the Zhou family specifically marked the location of Chengming Palace. All you have to do is enter the Zhou Palace and move forward.
Along the way from the palace gate to Chengming Hall, Gu Changhuan saw many sculptural buildings, wonderful landscapes, and many high-level spiritual plants that were rare in the Yuyang Realm, growing lushly in the Zhou Palace.
These made Gu Changhuan, who was sitting in the Xuantian Tower, couldn't help but sigh at the Zhou family's heritage.
Compared to a family that has been passed down for thousands of years, he really seems like a nouveau riche.
No, as far as Lingzhi is concerned, he can't even compare to a nouveau riche.
But in comparison, Gu Changhuan was relatively calm.
There were many Nascent Soul monks who came to Zhou Palace for the first time with little background. When they saw the spiritual plants along the way, their eyes turned red with envy and their eyeballs almost fell off.
If I hadn't always thought that this was the territory of the Zhou family, the god-transformation force, I might have been unable to resist stealing it.
Gu Changhuan walked forward without squinting, but he had already looked inside at the Immortal Picture.
I saw that the marks on the Tongxian Diagram were densely packed, and in the distance in the direction of Chengming Hall, there were several orange-red marks.
In today's grand gathering, as expected, a god-transformation monk appeared.
Gu Changhuan's expression became a little more solemn as he thought about this.
At the same time, in the back hall of Chengming Hall, Xuandao Yi, Zhou Gengshen and others were drinking tea.
They were kneeling in the hall, and behind some of the god-transforming monks there were one or two Nascent Soul monks kneeling, who were obviously the descendants of their faction.
Jin Sanchi and Leng Xianzi from Beiling Palace scanned the surroundings and watched the performance of the Nascent Soul cultivators who came with great interest, especially Jin Sanchi's smiling mustache that twitched.
"Old Jin, why are you laughing?
You are smiling so happily, you might as well say it to make me happy."
A sound like being rubbed with sandpaper suddenly sounded.
Jin Sanchi laughed, turned to look at the man, and said nonchalantly:
"Mother Gu, don't you know why I'm laughing?
Look at these guys, they look like they are evil but not courageous, their eyes are about to pop out, yet they still maintain a moralistic and fairy-like appearance, how interesting it is."
The monk he called Mrs. Gu was actually a girl who looked to be twenty-eight years old.
I saw this young girl dressed in black gauze with several small gourds tied around her waist, and yellow bells attached to her wrists. She looked quite exotic.
Madam Gu smiled and said in a voice that seemed to be mixed with gravel:
"What's so strange about them looking like this?
It would be interesting if someone could not look away or take action directly!"
After Mrs. Gu finished speaking, she laughed twice more and glanced at Zhou Gengshen specifically. The laughter sounded very uncomfortable and made Xuan Ce, who was not highly cultivated, get goosebumps all over his body.
Xuance rubbed the goosebumps on his body while looking at Zhou Gengshen, wanting to see how he, the Zhou family's incarnation god, would react.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Gengshen was the old god, and it seemed that he didn't hear what Mrs. Gu said at all.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not quite right, Fairy Leng of Beiling Palace smoothed things over and said:
"There are several Taoist friends from the Zhou family sitting in the palace this week, how dare anyone dare to offend?
But isn’t it true that there is a person who has an unswerving eye?
He is also a handsome young monk.
It’s really good to have such a mentality at such a young age.”
Seeing what Fairy Leng said, the gods-transformation monks and a few Nascent Soul Stage monks present also had their consciousnesses swept away.
Then he saw Gu Changhuan.
Jin Sanchi was slightly startled when he saw Gu Changhuan, as if he remembered something.
This kid...
I heard before that when a monk in the Eastern Wasteland advanced to Nascent Soul, there was a scene of gifts from heaven and earth. Could it be this boy?
What a coincidence.
Little did he know that at this moment, Gu Changhuan felt like a thorn in his back, and he couldn't help but clenched his hands in his sleeves.
Why was he being focused on before he had even met these god-transformation monks?
Gu Changhuan thought about the reason in his heart, but his face didn't show it at all, he just walked straight forward.
Fortunately, these spiritual consciousnesses were quickly removed.
Gu Changhuan breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
When he arrived at Chengming Hall, he found that there were already more than a dozen Yuanying monks sitting in Chengming Hall.
Gu Changhuan bowed his hands towards the monks, and then took his seat under the arrangement of the Zhou family monks.
Zhongzhou's etiquette system regards kneeling and sitting as respectable, and people like Gu Changhuan and others naturally also kneel and sit in Chengming Hall.
At this moment, there are many cushions and futons placed in the Chengming Hall. In front of each cushion, there is a small table with a plate of exquisite snacks, a plate of spiritual fruits, and a bottle of wine.
In front of the many seats, there are several futons placed opposite each other.
It seems to be prepared for the Zhou family or others.
After sitting down, Gu Changhuan discovered that the person on his left was the ancestor Haofeng, and the person on his right was the ancestor of the Yan family.
It seems that this seating arrangement is based on the region to which the power belongs!
Then Gu Changhuan looked at the few pitiful cushions near him, and then at the black-faced head of the ancestor of the Qin family, and shook his head slightly in his heart.
But fortunately, Donghuang is not the least powerful family in Yuanying.
The area where Nascent Soul has the least power is in the North, with only the Beiling Palace family being the most powerful.
And the Nascent Soul in the West Desert doesn't have much power, even less than in the East Wasteland.
At this moment, Gu Changhuan also noticed that on the side of the Nanhai monks, there were several Nascent Soul monks wearing black and gray clothing, kneeling on several adjacent cushions, but there were no other monks sitting around them.
It seems that it is deliberately isolated from the many forces in the South China Sea.
At this moment, Ancestor Haofeng said:
"Gu Daoyou, be careful, they are from Southern Xinjiang;
The monks there have a very weird temper, and they will do tricks behind their backs whenever they disagree, making them very difficult to deal with."
After hearing this, Gu Changhuan withdrew his gaze without any trace, nodded and smiled at Patriarch Haofeng.
About another quarter of an hour passed, and there were more and more monks in Chengming Hall.
Gu Changhuan lowered his head and counted, there were sixty-seven people!
This is just one person from each force attending the council. Among these people, there are many who have deep roots in the force. If we carefully estimate, there may be more than 300 Nascent Soul cultivators in the Yuyang Realm among the major forces!
This does not include the Zhou family, casual cultivators, and the demon clan...