Chapter 261: Soft Persimmons (3)
Translator: Daoist6fubtiW
Ji Yanzhao pointed at a warm jade mat not far away.
On a high platform on the Floating Immortal Island where Perfected Lord Yuanchen was preaching.
The platform was now empty.
Around the high platform were rings of futons made of warm jade.
These prayer mats were the seats for cultivators to listen to the Dao.
Among them, the seats closest to the high platform were not sold to the public, but were given as gifts.
The further out the seats were, the lower the price.
He looked around.
The huge Floating Immortal Island was filled with this kind of warm jade futon. One could imagine how spectacular the scene would be when Perfected Lord Yuan Chen began to preach.
Looking at these mostly empty Warm Jade Praying Mats, Chen Daoxuan couldn’t help but be secretly speechless.
“Brother Ji, do you know when Xiao Dao will begin?”
“It should be seven days later.”
Hearing this, Chen Daoxuan nodded and silently walked towards his seat.
The 26 seats that Ji Yanzhao bought were all first-class seats.
The A grade seats were the best after the ones that weren’t for sale. There were a total of 10,000 of them.
Chen Daoxuan and the others were lucky enough to buy it.
Looking at these seats on the Floating Immortal Island, Chen Daoxuan vaguely knew why Yuan Chen Immortal City could develop.
Compared to the other Nascent Souls.
The deepest impression that Supreme Yuanchen gave him was that he was not a decent person. In other words, he was down-to-earth.
Chen Daoxuan had seen so many Nascent Souls in the Qianyuan Sword Sect, and they even looked at the Zifu Disciples of the Azure Continent with extremely cold eyes, let alone the Foundation Establishment and even Qi Condensation cultivators on the Immortal Island.
Normally.
Qi Refining cultivators were not even qualified to meet Nascent Soul cultivators, but True Lord Yuan Chen broke this unspoken rule. Not only was he willing to meet low-level cultivators, he would even personally preach to them.
In this way.
How could low level cultivators not be grateful? How could Yuan Chen Immortal City not be prosperous?
On the Floating Immortal Island.
After Chen Daoxuan and the others sat down, more and more cultivators flew toward the island.
The originally empty Warm Jade Praying Mat gradually became full.
Even though the island was filled with cultivators, there were at least millions of them.
However, the entire place was silent, and no one made a noise.
Even the breathing of the cultivators changed to internal breathing.
In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.
As the time for Perfected Lord Yuan Chen’s lecture got closer and closer, more than a dozen figures flew over the immortal island and flew straight towards the A-class seats.
Only when the other party descended did Chen Daoxuan realize that they were flying towards Ji Yanzhao and the others.
The leader of this group was an early Zifu Disciple. Although he was handsome, his cold expression made it easy for outsiders to feel disgust towards him.
However, what caught Chen Daoxuan’s attention was not his appearance, but the divine pattern on his forehead that was exactly the same as Ye Wudao’s.
The Trial Testers of the Infinite Star Sea Inheritance!
Just as he was thinking.
“Pa da!”
A bag of holding was thrown over by a servant next to him. What was shocking was that this servant was actually a late-stage Zifu Disciple.
“Here is a million spirit stones for thirteen seats.”
This was the first time that Ji Yanzhao had been smashed by a spirit stone like this since he was a child. However, he could tell that these cultivators in front of him were not only powerful, but their backgrounds were also not simple.
In addition, he was outside and did not want to cause trouble. Therefore, he picked up the spirit stones on the ground and shook them. He turned around and said,”Xiaolan, give your seats to the seniors.”
“Yes.”
The maidservant named Xiao Lan paled and immediately nodded.
The other maidservants did not dare to resist and stood up with desolate expressions.
Soon, the twelve seats were empty, and there was only one left.
Seeing this, Ji Yanzhao’s expression turned ugly as he said,””Senior, I am a disciple of the Ji Family in Jing State. These are all cultivators of the Ji Family.”
“Ji family…”
The young cultivator in the lead nodded, then looked at Chen Daoxuan and said in a commanding tone,””You, move aside..”
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