Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 531 - 274: Refining 3rd-Tier Mid-Grade Puppet (Part 4)

"Haha, much joy to be shared! Elder Yan, please come inside. Today we won’t leave until we’re drunk!"

Miao Jun warmly took Xu Ping’s arm and led him towards the grand hall.

Along the way, cultivators continually cast looks of awe and curiosity their way.

"This elder is none other than Elder Yan of the Purple Mountain Association, who once subdued Elder Yan Ming with his sword."

Some people were instantly taken aback, their eyes fixed on Xu Ping’s retreating figure.

The story of Xu Ping subduing Yan Ming had long been heard far and wide.

Such power might not be earth-shattering to a large force like the Seed Puppet Sect,

but to ordinary Golden Core powers, Yan Ruchen was a figure of significant prestige indeed, not to mention those at the Foundation Establishment stage.

"It must be him, no doubt."

"After all, the only Early-Stage Golden Core cultivator who could prompt the esteemed Miao Jun of the Wind Country’s Cultivation Realm to personally go out and greet him must certainly be the renowned Elder Yan."

Other people’s tones carried an unquestionable certainty.

They discussed softly among themselves, their eyes full of envy and admiration.

In this world of cultivation where only the strong survive, power is everything. To know a powerhouse like Yan Ruchen was undoubtedly an honor.

Perhaps one might even gain some advice on cultivation and change their destiny.

As time passed, more and more guests arrived at the banquet scene.

Soon after, as ethereal immortal music played, the banquet officially commenced.

Attendants mingled through the crowd, serving guests delicious food and wine.

These delicacies were all crafted from rare spiritual materials, emitting enticing aromas.

Xu Ping sat at his seat, personally accompanied by Miao Jun. Below Xu Ping, there were three other Golden Core cultivators.

Besides Miao Wanqian, the other two Golden Core cultivators.

One was Su Ran from the Clear Wind Pavilion; the other was Zhao Lie, Sect Leader of the Fire Cloud Sect.

The forces of these two sects were similar to the Purple Mountain Association before, but now the Purple Mountain Association was much stronger.

Moreover, being neighbors of the Purple Mountain Association, they naturally came to celebrate.

"Today, honored fellow Daoists, I thank you for attending my banquet. I propose a toast to everyone, wishing you smooth cultivation and early breakthroughs!"

Miao Jun raised his wine cup, standing up with a broad smile."

Everyone stood up, raised their cups, and drank it all in one go.

In an instant, the grand hall’s atmosphere was lively, with laughter echoing in every corner.

Xu Ping also picked up his wine cup, sipping slightly, savoring the rich taste as it spread in his mouth.

His Wood Spirit Avatar, taking the form of Li Feiyu, was sitting outside the grand hall with Peng Feiyang.

With the current powerful concealment abilities of his Wood Spirit Avatar, even ordinary Golden Core cultivators would find it hard to discern the oddity.

This thorough arrangement ensured no one could link Li Feiyu and Yan Ruchen’s identities together.

The banquet continued, the whole Xiyue Mountain was bustling with excitement.

Inside the grand hall, laughter and voices intertwined, everyone raising their cups in celebration, enjoying this rare festivity.

Yet just as everyone was engrossed in the joyous atmosphere of the banquet, an unrestrained and boisterous laughter suddenly echoed without warning:

"Miao Daoist has broken through to the Middle Stage of Golden Core, such a joyous occasion. Starting a banquet without inviting me, your old friend, how can this be?"

That laughter seemed to carry the sound of thunder, instantly resonating throughout Xiyue Mountain.

Immediately following, a vast and terrifying pressure from a Late-Stage Golden Core cultivator surged like an unstoppable tide, sweeping over every corner.

This pressure was domineering and fierce, where it passed, the air seemed to freeze.

"A Late-Stage Golden Core master!" All those present were struck with shock.

In the whole Wind Country, Late-Stage Golden Core cultivators were undeniably prominent figures.

The sudden appearance of such a figure made the previously lively and joyous banquet atmosphere instantly tense and oppressive.