Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny
Chapter 1365 - 1362: The Show Begins (6th Update)

Chapter 1365: Chapter 1362: The Show Begins (6th Update)

Although the Ghost Race doesn’t actually need to wear clothes, they can fully materialize an outfit through simulation.

But to demonstrate his sincerity, the Destined Ghost Monarch still changed into a brand-new set of Human Clan garments.

And then, he began nervously and restlessly waiting.

Finally.

Ren Tianyun and Tan Feiwen descended the staircase gracefully.

The Destined Ghost Monarch hurriedly stepped forward to greet them, fawningly saying, "Honored guests, the carriage is ready. We can depart right away!"

Ren Tianyun didn’t even lift his eyelids, "Your so-called grand birthday celebration isn’t being held in your own City Lord’s Mansion?"

The Destined Ghost Monarch quickly plastered on a smile and explained, "This place is small and inconvenient, so the celebration is arranged at the foot of Iron Net Mountain outside the city! There’s a newly built courtyard there!"

"Ha! Not much in skills, but oh, the arrogance!" Ren Tianyun sneered coldly.

The Destined Ghost Monarch bowed and scraped, not daring to show any hint of dissatisfaction, "Yes, yes, it’s all my own poor planning!"

Tan Feiwen frowned slightly and said in a cold tone, "Let’s go then!"

After speaking, she boarded the carriage directly. Ren Tianyun, though clearly displeased, could only follow suit and board as well.

The massive ghost horse pulling the carriage suddenly lifted it into the air, heading towards the outskirts of the city.

Meanwhile.

The crowd from White Bones Sect had already arrived outside the courtyard.

Despite severe injuries, White Bones Sect was still a place of cultivation, and under the effects of various spiritual medicines, Leng Boceng’s wounds had completely healed.

Yet while his physical injuries had healed, the trauma to his spirit lingered long and unyielding.

At the very least, now whenever Leng Boceng encountered unfamiliar men, he would break out in a cold sweat.

As for the junior sister he’d been trying to court previously, he now avoided her as if she were a plague.

This change brought Song Jingyue no small satisfaction, though it also cost her some restless nights in the past few days.

Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was the smiling white-robed youth.

Even her dreams were consumed by scenes from the Vermilion Pavilion.

Yet because Song Jingyue feared further entanglement in the storm surrounding the deaths of those two Ghost Race members, she dared not return to the Vermilion Pavilion and spent her days idly in her room.

Wen Lingcui thought she was worried about her senior brother and tried to comfort her several times.

But she had no idea what her disciple was truly thinking.

At this moment, Song Jingyue was awash with regret.

If only she’d had the courage back then to ask his name—how wonderful that would have been!

At least she wouldn’t be in her current state, recalling his features but having no knowledge of his name or origin!

Whenever she thought about never being able to see that white-robed youth again or thank him in person, Song Jingyue felt the urge to cry.

And then, a sudden thought occurred to her.

Since that white-robed youth was able to destroy two Ghost Race members with a mere flick of his hand, it was clear his cultivation level was high.

For one of such caliber to come to Destiny City, his presence at the Destined Ghost Monarch’s celebration seemed inevitable. If she searched carefully during the event, perhaps she could find him.

This idea filled Song Jingyue with excitement, urging her towards the celebration with impatience.

But upon arriving, Song Jingyue was filled with despair upon realizing her naivety.

She wasn’t the only sect attending the celebration.

In fact, the celebration hadn’t officially begun, but the sprawling courtyard spanning nearly a thousand acres was already packed to the brim.

Human Clan, Ghost Race—groups mingled together in a cacophony of chaos.

Trying to find one individual amidst this overwhelming crowd was nearly impossible!

Song Jingyue couldn’t help sinking into deep despair, her expression becoming visibly somber.

Meanwhile.

A commanding voice suddenly rang out, followed by the sight of a massive ghost horse pulling an enormous carriage that slowly came to a stop atop the courtyard’s grand pavilion.

The crowd immediately erupted in murmurs.

"The Ghost Monarch has arrived!"

"It’s the Ghost Monarch’s chariot!"

Amidst the crowd’s chatter, a figure emerged from the carriage.

This man donned a black robe and bore an air of authority—it was none other than the Destined Ghost Monarch!

Seeing this, many in the crowd were poised to cheer.

But then, instead of leaving the carriage, the Destined Ghost Monarch stood solemnly to the side, seemingly waiting for someone.

The crowd fell silent in an instant.

For someone to command such respect from the Destined Ghost Monarch, what kind of presence were they?

Just as the crowd craned their necks in anticipation, two silhouettes stepped down from the carriage, one after the other.

It was Ren Tianyun and Tan Feiwen.

Their appearance cast an unusual atmosphere over the gathering.

Because nobody knew who they were!

At that moment, the Destined Ghost Monarch loudly proclaimed.

"Destiny City greets the heirs of the Ren Family and Tan Family from the depths of the ghost realm!"

Boom!

The statement was like an explosive, setting the entire crowd into uproar.

"What? They’re from the depths of the ghost realm?"

"Hiss! And from distinguished families even within the depths—Ren Family and Tan Family!"

"No wonder the Destined Ghost Monarch is showing such reverence!"

"Why have they come here? Isn’t it said that the ghost realm’s depths always look down on us on the outskirts?"

Discussion swirled like a storm, filled with awe, envy, jealousy, and confusion!

The people of White Bones Sect were utterly dumbstruck as well.

Wen Lingcui managed to stammer, "To think they’re from the depths of the ghost realm—this time, the Destined Ghost Monarch’s prestige is shining bright!"

Song Jingyue asked hesitantly, "Master, is the ghost realm’s depth truly such a powerful place?"

"Calling it powerful hardly suffices! By strict definition, that’s where the true ancient ghost realms reside!"

Wen Lingcui spoke with awe, her gaze toward Ren Tianyun and Tan Feiwen full of envy and reverence.

If White Bones Sect could form an alliance with such figures, their strength would skyrocket, possibly even achieving dominion status in this realm.

But Wen Lingcui knew full well that such distinguished individuals wouldn’t spare a second glance at a minor sect like hers.

Just then, atop the platform, Ren Tianyun’s face showed a faint smile.

He thoroughly enjoyed the admiration of the crowd, and his earlier displeasure dissipated entirely.

As he and Tan Feiwen seated themselves at the honored positions, the Destined Ghost Monarch exuberantly waved his hand.

"Let the celebration begin!"

At his command, ghost servants began presenting an array of rare delicacies to the courtyard’s guests.

Mounds of tables were swiftly set, laden with dishes that seemed to flow like rivers.

The gathered humans and Ghost Race alike were all assigned seats.

Yet the food—normally a feast of unparalleled freshness—felt utterly tasteless to Song Jingyue at this moment.

Her gaze continued to sweep the crowd, searching for that one figure.

And then, atop the grand pavilion, the Destined Ghost Monarch turned to Ren Tianyun with a sycophantic grin, "Master, there’s a performance scheduled below. Would you care to watch it?"

"Oh? What kind of performance?" Ren Tianyun’s interest was piqued.

The Destined Ghost Monarch chuckled and clapped lightly, relaying his orders downward.

Soon.

Wen Muling and the others waiting in the courtyard’s flower hall received the message.

Wen Muling stood calmly, adjusted her gown, and stepped forth.

The blade-hidden Ah Qing couldn’t help calling out tremblingly, "Captain..."

Wen Muling smiled faintly, "Let’s go! The show... is about to begin!"