The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1433

Chapter 1433: Chapter 1429: Late Chapter 1433: Chapter 1429: Late After exchanging courtesies with the significant figures present, Cheng Yaojin was then led by a maid waiting by his side to sit down in the front row seats.

As the rest of the crowd below attempted to sit down, several streams of escape light landed on the martial arts stage, forcing them to straighten up again.

The newcomers exuding such overwhelming and frighteningly demonic auras that the oppressive feeling spread across the area, causing dissatisfaction among many of the Human Race and Immortal Clan Sects below. However, they merely furrowed their brows and grumbled silently in their hearts, as not a single person dared to utter half a word.

On the contrary, the disciples from the Demon Race and Demon Clans couldn't help but cheer out loud, breaking the silence of the scene.

Thus, the conference seemed rather noisy for a time.

Among those who arrived on stage, the person in the center was tall and robust, wearing a green leather armor with a furry overcoat. His blackish-green, slightly curly long hair flowed loosely, partially concealing his sharp-featured face. It was none other than the Great Cave Master of Lion Camel Ridge, the Blue-haired Lion King.

By his side stood a graceful woman in a snow-white long dress, her hair elegantly styled, her face veiled by a light gauze, her aura cold as frost yet so divine that one could not help but feel admiration at first sight.

She was the true master of Pansi Cave, Immortal Bingbing.

Behind her, there stood a young man clad in fox fur, with a green jade wine pot hanging from his waist, displaying a casual demeanor without any awake spirit that a judicious sect member should have,

If Shen Luo were here at this moment, he would have recognized the man who shared wine with him not long ago–Hu Bugui.

Next to them was a tall, bulky, bald big man.

He wore a demon mask, his upper body partially covered in animal armor, revealing muscular copper-cast contours on the other side, exuding a robust demonic aura; he was the current master of the Demon King Fort, King of Demons.

The last person standing by their side was neither from the Demon Clan nor the Demon Race, but from the Immortal Clan.

Dressed in bright silver armor, his body did not emit any intentional aura, yet his presence still appeared extraordinarily sharp–it was the city lord of Lingbo City, Yang Jian.

Cheng Yaojin, who had already taken his seat, nodded slightly to Yang Jian but showed no particular reaction to the other arrivals. Most of those who had sat down maintained their composure, without the intention of standing to greet them.

As these individuals took their places, the commotion at the scene grew even more apparent, with many people starting to whisper and discuss.

However, unlike the others who had sat in the seats facing away from the great hall, these late comers, led by the maid, took their places on a row of seats to the left of the martial arts stage.

Once everyone was seated, the conference did not start immediately.

Yuan Tiangang scanned the surroundings with a glance that harbored a trace of puzzlement, looking towards Cheng Yaojin beside him.

The latter scratched his head, obviously confused, his gaze wandering around until it finally settled on Hua Ming, who stood somewhat far on one side of the martial arts stage.

Hua Ming was whispering something to Gu Hualing beside him, and when he saw his Master's inquiring gaze, he too appeared slightly startled.

“What is Shen Luo up to? I clearly told him the conference time earlier, and he insisted that I didn't need to call him this morning, yet he still hasn't shown up.” Hua Ming complained, not finding Shen Luo's figure.

“Could he have become apprehensive and backed out?” Gu Hualing wondered.

“Him, scared? Impossible, I've never seen him afraid of anything. Even facing numerous demons at Mount Fangcun, he showed no fear. I think he most likely forgot the time due to being engrossed in meditation.” Hua Ming shook his head.

Just as he was about to look for Shen Luo, he noticed a young girl from the Fox Clan running quickly from one side of the Square.

Upon entering the square, the girl from the Fox Clan was startled by the scene in front of her and froze, stopping in her tracks.

“Mi Su, girl,” seeing her, Shen Luo also stopped in his tracks and turned around to call out to her.

When Shen Luo called out to her and she saw his gentle smile, Mi Su's courage grew, and she hurriedly walked up to join him.

However, before they could get close, the Feathered Spirit Guards stopped them both.

“Let them in,” Cheng Yaojin's voice boomed from not far away.

At this, all eyes in the venue fell sharply onto Shen Luo and his companion.

“What is this boy up to, picking up such a young girl from the Fox Clan?” Lu Huaming couldn't help but wonder aloud.

On the Martial Arts Stage, Fairy Qinglian's gaze also turned to Shen Luo and the little fox, her brows slightly furrowing.

Feeling uncomfortable under the gaze of so many, Mi Su timidly scanned the square and finally saw her Fox Clan elders below the Martial Arts Stage, her face breaking into a slight smile.

The two Fox Clan Elders saw her too. They were startled at first, then their expressions turned sour, and they quickly waved at the little fox.

“Big Brother Shen, I… I will go over first,” Mi Su said and hurriedly ran toward her elders.

When she got close, even before sitting down, she was scowled intensely by an old woman with white hair but still vibrant, who whispered angrily, “Who told you to come?”

“Grandma Qiu, why didn't you wait for me this morning? You just left without me,” Mi Su pouted, not at all intimidated.

“You foolish girl! I told you not to come to Chang'an, yet you secretly ran away from the clan and followed here. Get back immediately.” Grandma Qiu looked frustrated as she glared.

Only then did Mi Su realize that the old woman's scolding was different this time; she was genuinely angry.

“Ah, child, why won't you ever listen? I told you not to come to Chang'an, yet you still followed. I said not to join the crowd, yet you still made your way here,” another old man with white hair, unable to scold, shook his head helplessly.

“Grandpa Hua, how could you too…” Mi Su suddenly felt wronged and was on the verge of tears.

“No crying! Go back to Qingqiu immediately,” Grandma Qiu commanded sternly.

Mi Su's body trembled visibly, evidently not expecting even the usually very kind Grandma Qiu to berate her so harshly.

The loud scolding attracted the attention of others.

“Let it be, let it be, now is not the time for this…” Grandpa Hua patted Grandma Qiu's hand, signaling her to calm down.

A complex look flashed in Grandma Qiu's eyes; she sighed and then closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, saying nothing more.

With her eyes reddened, Mi Su sat down next to the two elders, her head bowed, not daring to speak.

After the brief disturbance, everyone was again surprised to see a young man in a Green Robe leap up and land on the Martial Arts Stage.

“Who is this young man…”

“How can he just take the stage on his own? Is that his place to be?”

“Boy, have you lost your mind? Get down…”

A wave of questioning and reprimanding voices suddenly burst from the surroundings.