Chapter 1217 The Holy Table
There were thousands of cultivators that were presented at the Blue Phoenix Sacred Sect and it easier numbered more than a hundred thousand.
If Ji Yuan's coronation as Alliance Leader was not so rush, it could even attract 10 times more cultivators to come to offer their best wishes to Ji Yuan.
Not every one could afford a flying mount or afford to pay to take a profound ship to the Blue Phoenix Sacred Sect.
The cultivation sects that are in the Desolate Celestial Fraternity actually numbered more than thirty thousands. Of course, most of the cultivation sects are actually quite small and many do not even have a golden celestial.
Basically, the major regions of the Desolate Celestial Fraternity are all controlled by mostly the 12 cultivation holy lands of both the orthodox and unorthodox cultivation sects.
At this moment, Ji Yuan was wearing an upper mask as he joined a table at the outer hall.
The outer hall was where the cultivators that could not afford the gold, silver and bronze tokens to enter the inner hall were all seated.
And they easily outnumbered the cultivators that were in the inner hall by more than 20 times.
At this part of the hall, there was a long flight of steps that had ten thousand steps and it was connected to the inner hall where the coronation was to be held.
As the large gates to the inner hall was opened, the cultivators from the outer hall could see the cultivators that were seated along the inner hall steps.
The upper 3000 steps were reserved for the cultivation sects that could afford a gold, silver or a bronze token to sit inside.
The first 300 steps were for the cultivation sects with the gold tokens.
The next 1000 steps were for the cultivation sects with the silver tokens.
The next 3000 steps were for the cultivation sects with the bronze tokens.
At the end of the 10 000 steps was the platform where the coronation ceremony would be held.
The whole inner and outer halls were all crowded. The entire place was filled with endless loud chatters and jovial laughter.
As soon as Ji Yuan spotted an empty seat in the outer hall, he quickly sat down at the table.
The table was quite large and there were 18 other cultivators that were already sitting there.
The table at the outer hall was larger, able to accommodate as many as 20 cultivators. As the tables in the inner hall, it was more like benches and all the cultivators in there had their own personal seats.
Ji Yuan began to grin as he said to the cultivators that were sitting at the same table as him, "Hahaha. It is my pleasure to meet all of you."
The 18 cultivators took a look at Ji Yuan and they continued to chat among themselves.
Ji Yuan: …
"Hello. I am talking to all of you."
A cultivator with a handsome beard frowned as he said to Ji Yuan, "You don't even have a beard and it's no wonder why you are hiding your face…"
"That's because I have a beautiful face and that's why I am hiding my face," Ji Yuan started to protest loudly.
When Ji Yuan had said that, many of the cultivators at the same table as him, began to laugh jovially.
A cultivator said coldly to Ji Yuan, "Do you know that you are here to attend Savior Ji Yuan's coronation and yet you have come in a mortal-step robe? Are you kidding us?"
Another cultivator mocked at Ji Yuan, "The fact that I can't read your cultivation realm shows that you are at least a 6th realm cultivator and you can't even afford a mystic-step robe?"
Ji Yuan protested loudly, "I used to have two superior robes but alas, they were all destroyed in battle."
He was naturally referring to his mystic toga and his golden emperor robe.
He sighed heavily, "Alas, only my trust mortal-step robe that has accompanied me for the past 500 years is my trustworthy robe…"
"You got to be kidding me!" A cultivator stared at Ji Yuan.
Another added, "You didn't change your robe for 500 years?! What the heck?! Are you too poor or something?"
Ji Yuan frowned, "I used to be poor but now I am rich."
When he had said that, many of the cultivators at his table began to laugh jovially at him.
And their jovial laughter had even attracted the attention of the other cultivators on the other tables.
"This cultivator didn't even change his robe for 500 years and he is a golden celestial…"
"if you are poor, why don't you go to the Empyrean Warrior Labyrinth that had recently ended? Or are you afraid?"
"Or you have run to the mountains when the Evil Cultivation Palace had come?"
Many of the cultivators that were at Ji Yuan's table and nearby tables were not golden celestials and they were starting to despise this poor golden celestial that was too poor to afford a proper robe.
"We are all wearing at least a mystic robe for this occasion and you have actually come in a mortal-step?"
"Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
"We can't afford the celestium silks or the celestium armors compared to the cultivators in the inner hall but at least we are all dressed better than you."
"He must have come to here to obtain the good luck of the Savior Ji Yuan…"
"I bet that he comes here to goggle at the Sacred Maiden Xue Qianxue and the Dark Mistress Ling Feiyue…"
Ji Yuan replied, "Actually I had hugged the waists of both Xue Qianxue and Ling Feiyue before."
When he had said that, many of the cultivators were all laughing jovially at him and it quickly spread to even more cultivators.
"He said that he had hugged the waists of the Sacred Maiden Xue Qianxue and the Dark Mistress Ling Feiyue… what a joke…"
"This guy can really boast…"
"He can certainly boast more than me…"
An elderly cultivator at the other table shouted to Ji Yuan, "You may be a golden celestial but we are not afraid of you. Do you dare to tell us your name and the name of your cultivation sect?"
Ji Yuan frowned, "I am Ji Yuan."
When he had said that, hundreds of cultivators were all roaring with jovial laughter and many of the cultivators were laughing so heartily that they were in tears.
"He says that he is Ji Yuan?"
"Do you believe that?"
"He is dreaming that he is Savior Ji Yuan who is our hero for defeating the Great Demon God and the Evil Cultivation Palace? Hahahaha…"
"He isn't afraid of slapping his face when the real Ji Yuan has come…"
Ji Yuan: …
"I am really Ji Yuan."
Hundreds of cultivators were all laughing jovially.
"He says he is Ji Yuan. So am I. Hahaha…"
"Everyone wants to be Ji Yuan nowadays, even my kid…"
"This golden celestial is too shameless…"
"Well, Ji Yuan, you have come to the wrong table. You ought to go up to the inner hall. But they won't allow you to enter through the gates of the inner hall if you don't have at least a bronze token."
Ji Yuan grinned, "Do I need a token to enter the inner hall when I am Ji Yuan himself?"
"What? He doesn't even know that he needs a token to enter the inner hall…"
"He is too hopeless…"
"Why are we talking to this idiot that claims to be Ji Yuan?"
All of a sudden, an extremely alluring maiden in golden celestium silk robe was standing at the steps that bordered between the inner and outer hall and she was the Sacred Maiden Xue Qianxue, "Ji Yuan! Why are you down there? Do you know that everyone is waiting for you up here?"
She was accompanied by the equally extremely beautiful Dark Mistress Ling Feiyue who was dressed in a white celestium silk dress and robe, giving her the appearance of a heavenly maiden.
Ling Feiyue said coldly as she rolled her beautiful golden eyes, "That man in a mask. We have spotted you alright. Come up now or I will kick you down the steps to the mountains below the desolate mists.
Ji Yuan laughed weakly as he flashed to join Xue Qianxue and Ling Feiyue.
As he joined them, he purposely put his hands on their waists.
It was only then that many of the cultivators were gasping and looking quite ashamed that this masked man was indeed Ji Yuan himself.
"He… he is really Savior Ji Yuan…"
"I am so blind…"
"Hey, what are you doing? That seat where Savior Ji Yuan just sit earlier is mine!"
"Get out of that seat! I want to enjoy the blessings of Ji Yuan…"
"Ji Yuan actually sits at the same table as us…"
"Our table is the holy table now…"
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