BSI Chapter 537 Guests Arrive
Chapter 537 Guests Arrive
Tianyuan City, in the square.
The tables and chairs were already set up, neatly arranged in rows, stretching from the front of the platform all the way to the entrance of the square.
Tables and chairs were even set up on the streets.
Since he didn't have to spend any money himself, Lin Chen waved his hand and had Zhang Yiyuan invite another three thousand people.
The platform was built with the finest sacred wood, and a red carpet stretched from the platform all the way to the entrance of the square.
Two rows of maids stood a meter apart on either side of the red carpet, holding flowers in their hands and smiling broadly.
The chefs were working hard in the kitchen, sweating profusely, with spatulas flying, knives whirling, and flames soaring into the sky.
The aroma wafted from the kitchen, filling the entire square, reaching the streets, and even rising into the air; it was enough to make your mouth water.
The crowd on the street craned their necks to look inside, swallowing hard, before being escorted away by the city guards maintaining order.
It's not that they're being unreasonable, it's just that there's not enough room inside.
Zhang Yiyuan stood at the entrance of the square, welcoming guests.
Today I wore a brand new moon-white robe, my hair was neatly combed, and I had a smile on my face, looking very energetic.
He's been the city lord for over two thousand years; what kind of situation hasn't he seen?
But I've never seen anything like this before.
Heroes from all over the world gathered together, including the leaders of the Southern Wilderness, the Northern Desert, and the Western Continent.
Zhang Yiyuan doesn't have that much influence, but Lin Chen does.
Jiang Xuan from Kunlun Domain was the first to arrive, dressed in a clean white robe without a single wrinkle.
Holding a brocade box in his hands, he walked in from the entrance of the square with unhurried steps and a calm expression.
Zhang Yiyuan stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and smiled:
"Brother Jiang, please come in. Let's drink until we drop today!"
Jiang Xuan's lips twitched slightly: "That's exactly what I was thinking!"
Zhang Yiyuan laughed heartily, "Good, good, good!" He stepped aside, "Brother Jiang, please come in and have a seat."
Jiang Xuan nodded and walked into the square.
They are both members of the Avengers, and after fighting together for several months, their relationship has become much closer than before.
Long Zaitian arrived second, dressed in a green robe, holding a jade box in his hands, his steps steady, his eyes piercing.
The burn scars on his face from the last war outside the region have healed to the point where they are no longer visible to the naked eye.
Zhang Yiyuan went up to him and looked him over: "Brother Long, your injuries have healed quite well."
Long Zaitian touched the faint scar on his face: "It's alright, thanks to Young Master Lin's pills."
Zhang Yiyuan nodded: "Young Master Lin is kind and righteous." He stepped aside and said, "Brother Long, please come in."
Long Zaitian nodded and walked into the square.
Qingyunzi was the third to arrive. He wore a Taoist robe, held a whisk, had white hair but a youthful face, and exuded an air of otherworldly grace.
Zhang Yiyuan went up to him and said with a smile, "Brother Qingyun, your cultivation has improved again."
Qingyunzi smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, you flatter me. I have indeed gained some insights recently."
Zhang Yiyuan clasped his hands in a fist and smiled, "Congratulations."
Having said that, he stepped aside and said, "Brother, please come inside first. We'll talk again later."
Qingyunzi nodded and walked into the square.
Two people arrived from Tianjian Pavilion—Sword Gentleman and Sword Thirteen.
Sword Gentleman walked in front, dressed in a blue robe, with a thin face and a refined demeanor, like a well-read scholar, not a sword cultivator.
Jian Shisan followed behind, dressed in black, holding his sword, expressionless, like a walking sword, exuding a chilling aura.
Zhang Yiyuan stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Brother Junzi, Brother Jian, you've arrived."
Sword Gentleman returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "Brother Zhang, it's been a long time."
Jian Shisan nodded slightly but did not speak.
Zhang Yiyuan glanced at the wooden box in Jian Shisan's hand and smiled:
"What good stuff did you bring, Brother Jian?"
Jian Shisan said expressionlessly, "You'll find out when the time comes."
Zhang Yiyuan laughed and stepped aside, saying, "Please come in, gentlemen."
Master Xuanci arrived fifth, dressed in a golden kasaya, holding a nine-ringed staff, with a dignified appearance and a composed gait.
Behind him followed Master Xukong and the three chief disciples, Wuming and Wujing.
Zhang Yiyuan stepped forward, clasping his hands together in prayer: "Master Xuanci."
Master Xuanci chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha, Lord Zhang, you have worked hard."
Zhang Yiyuan smiled and said, "It's no trouble at all. It's my honor to be able to organize a banquet for Young Master Lin."
Having said that, he stepped aside and said, "Master, please come in."
Master Xuanci nodded and led the three chief monks into the square.
Next came the emperors of the four great dynasties. The four of them arrived at the same time, stood in a row, and exuded an imposing aura.
Zhang Yiyuan stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "It's been several months since we last met. Your Majesties are even more radiant than before."
The Emperor of Great Zhou forced a smile: "Lord Zhang, you are too kind."
The Emperor of Great Xia smiled and said, "Lord Zhang, today's scene is truly a rare sight."
The Emperor of Qin clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Lord Zhang, you've worked hard."
The Shang emperor nodded and smiled in acknowledgment.
Zhang Yiyuan returned the greetings to each of them, then stepped aside and said, "The four of you, please come in."
Then, the ruler of the Southern Wilderness Demon Kingdom arrived.
He was dressed in a golden royal robe and wore a crown. His body was so large that it resembled a moving small mountain, and the ground trembled with every step he took.
Zhang Yiyuan smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "Your Majesty's presence is an honor; I have failed to greet you properly."
The King of Ten Thousand Demons clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice booming like thunder:
"Lord Zhang, you're too kind! Young Master Lin invited me; how could I refuse?"
Zhang Yiyuan smiled and said, "Your Majesty, please come in."
The King of Ten Thousand Demons nodded and strode into the square.
The Empress of the Northern Flame Empire wore a red phoenix robe and a phoenix crown. Her face was alluring and her demeanor noble.
A maid followed behind her, carrying a brocade box. The temperature on the red carpet she walked on rose several degrees.
Zhang Yiyuan stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Your Majesty's presence is an honor; I have failed to greet you properly."
The Flame Empress nodded slightly. "Lord Zhang, you're too kind. Young Master Lin invited me, so I couldn't refuse."
Zhang Yiyuan smiled and said, "Please come in."
The Flame Empress nodded and walked into the plaza with her maids.
The ruler of the Golden Sands Empire of Xizhou wore a golden battle robe, a golden sword at his waist, a resolute face, and eyes like knives, exuding an aura of battlefield presence.
Zhang Yiyuan stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Your Majesty's presence is an honor; I have failed to greet you properly."
The King of Jinsha clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice resounding and powerful.
"Lord Zhang, you're too kind! Young Master Lin invited me, so I had to crawl here."
Zhang Yiyuan smiled and said, "Your Majesty, please come in."
The King of Jinsha nodded and strode into the square.
At that moment, the Guardians of the Galaxy arrived.
Zhao Zilong walked at the very front, clad in silver armor and wielding a silver spear, his heroic figure and agile steps making the sunlight shine on his silver armor, so bright it was dazzling.
Hundreds of terrestrial immortals followed behind him, forming a neat square formation. Their steps were synchronized, and their imposing presence was overwhelming. The sound of their footsteps thumped so loudly that the ground trembled.
Zhang Yiyuan stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said:
"General Zhao, your troops are getting more and more spirited."
Zhao Zilong clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Lord Zhang, you flatter me. It's all thanks to their own hard work and the strong support of our lord."
Zhang Yiyuan laughed and said, "Young Master Lin is a true saint. We are all ashamed of our inferiority. General Zhao, please come inside."
Zhao Zilong nodded and led the formation into the square.
There were already quite a few people sitting in the square.
Jiang Xuan and Long Zaitian sat in the front row, talking in hushed tones. One talked about this, and the other about that, and they got along quite well.
Qingyunzi and Jianjunzi sat together, talking about cultivation, one speaking and the other talking about swords.
Jian Shisan sat in the corner, holding his sword, eyes closed, like a statue, motionless.
Master Xuanci, along with the three chief monks Xukong, Wuming, and Wujing, sat on the other side, chanting Buddhist prayers softly, their lips moving slightly, the prayer beads spinning round and round between their fingers.
The emperors of the four dynasties sat together, each lost in their own thoughts, ignoring and disregarding one another.
The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons sat in the area designated by the Southern Wilderness forces, with several sect leaders of the Southern Wilderness forces sitting beside him cautiously, not daring to speak loudly.
The Flame Empress sat in the territory of the Northern Desert forces, and no one dared to approach within three zhang of her.
The King of Jinsha sat in the territory of the Western State, talking loudly to the person next to him, his laughter deafening.
Just then, a commotion broke out at the entrance to the square.