Imperial Treasure-Chapter 1067 - 635: The Feast at the Gate

The sensual and always bold Wine Lady squinted her eyes, while Yun Yuzhen, among the crowd with her followers, also looked up.

The man and woman stood on the roof of the inn between the Wind Moon House and Liuxiang Pavilion.

No one knew when they appeared.

However, with this silent entrance, they captured all eyeballs, including those of the scholars on the fifth floor and the masters on the sixth floor.

They finally arrived!

The young round-faced Little Monk squinted his eyes, ran to the window, and looked down. Since many people here were born into the Martial Arts World, the view of the ground from the fifth floor was crystal clear to them.

Thus, the man and woman standing on the roof entered their sight.

The charming young woman, with her legs on the table, also ran to the window and looked down.

Is that male swordsman the mysterious swordsman?

He looks really ordinary.

Perhaps many peerless swordsmen are like this.

Their appearance isn’t outstanding, unlike many female swordsmen who are exceptionally beautiful.

"It’s them."

"They’ve finally arrived."

"Why don’t they come up to join the banquet? Are they afraid?"

The people on the sixth floor were surprised and on alert.

The people on the fifth floor, however, were very curious. They were supposed to be debating various worldly topics, but it happened that Yuwen Huaji was currently a pivotal figure in the world. Now that he abandoned his identity as a politician and military strategist to host this Banquet of Longevity as a martial artist, it was both to reclaim his honor and for the famed Longevity Formula.

"Is there really immortality in this world?" A young legal scholar muttered, and Wang Tong and these great Confucian scholars exchanged a glance.

It seemed the most sophisticated topic had arrived.

"A century in the human world, neither immortals nor gods, how can there be immortality, it’s all talk of ghosts and spirits, nonsense."

"Not exactly. According to the spiritual realm of our Central Plains, if a person’s soul does not perish, they can attain immortality."

"Thoughts are shapeless and formless, neither you nor I can confirm their existence, but the immortality these martial artists speak of is indeed physical immortality."

Physical immortality? The scholars present were a bit dismissive.

Suddenly, a bold and hearty voice came from below.

"Are you the one who seized the Longevity Formula from Shi Long?"

On the street, Han Gaitian faced off from a distance, looking up at Sui Yi on the roof.

Sui Yi looked down at him.

She didn’t recognize this person, but it seemed in this martial arts world it didn’t matter if you knew each other or not; confrontations between masters often arose from fleeting emotions and ulterior motives.

Regarding Han Gaitian’s straightforward question, Xie Hui leisurely observed. He himself was a member of the Minor Sect, yet now after detecting the local qi mechanism, he had a faint, elusive feeling.

Temperament—the swordsman’s temperament was too unique.

It was rare for a swordsman to have such a gentle, almost completely restrained temperament, as if she were a calm and unruffled serene pond, reflecting clearly enough to show one’s own baseness and unworthiness.

Alright, he might have overthought it.

But if others knew Judge Xie Hui would have such thoughts, they would probably be very surprised, because all martial artists knew the reason Xie Hui was called Judge was due to his astute judgment, which was rarely wrong, whether it was about people or matters, after seeing and making a conclusion.

Even Song Que had openly praised Xie Hui’s keen sense of judgment, and later befriended him, even marrying his daughter to Xie Hui’s son.

Of course, most people present focused their attention on Sui Yi.

What kind of answer would she have for Han Gaitian’s almost-trap question?

"Ha! You Central Plains people sure do love to lie. Han, don’t your people know that that Shi Long was almost dead that day, and died shortly after being taken by the flying eagle? This guy had no time to get the Longevity Formula. Right, you haven’t even told me your name!..."

The Turks Master interjected loudly from the sky, openly mocking Han Gaitian. Though not very polite to Sui Yi, it seemed he was defending her.

And Sui Yi...

"The Longevity Formula is with me."

With that one sentence, the Turks Master was suddenly at a loss for words, and the entire place, including those on the fifth and sixth floors, fell silent for a moment.

"You say... the Longevity Formula is in your hands? You got it? Shi Long actually gave the Longevity Formula to you?"

Han Gaitian also felt a bit dumbfounded.

He never expected this person to have actually acquired the Longevity Formula.