mtl008 Chapter 420: Celebration Opening
Chapter 420: Celebration Opening
The morning light was dim, and the warm golden light gently fell on every inch of the sect, dispelling the remaining chill of last night, as if it was also playing a prelude to today's grand celebration. The sect had already been immersed in a sea of jubilation. The disciples were dressed in brand new clothes, all of them were radiant, and they shuttled around every corner, busy and orderly making the final preparations.
The towering and majestic sect square has now taken on a whole new look. The colorful flags flutter in the breeze, as if waving to welcome every visitor cheerfully; the gorgeous ribbons hang high in the air, dancing in the wind, interweaving dreamlike colors; the lanterns of various shapes are hung in an orderly manner, some of them depicting rare and exotic animals, some depicting beautiful mountains and rivers, emitting a soft and warm light, illuminating the entire square as bright as day. The square was surrounded by long tables filled with delicacies. The dishes on the tables were dazzling and fragrant. There were fresh, fragrant and plump roasted spiritual deer, with the skin roasted to a golden and crispy texture, sizzling with oil and emitting a mouth-watering meaty aroma; there were steamed spiritual fish, with a complete body and scales sparkling with silver light, paired with emerald green onion and ginger shreds, fresh and juicy, melting in the mouth; there were also various carefully cooked spiritual vegetables, either stir-fried or served cold, retaining the most original aura and sweetness of the ingredients. Each dish embodied the exquisite cooking skills and full of heart of the disciples in the sect's kitchen.
At the beginning of the Si hour, the melodious and majestic bell sounded for a long time above the sect, as if it was a call from ancient times, announcing the official opening of the celebration. In an instant, the originally noisy crowd in the square quickly quieted down, and everyone's eyes were cast on the high platform. The head of the sect was dressed in an extremely gorgeous costume, with fluttering sleeves. The golden silk threads embroidered on it sparkled in the sunlight, outlining a mysterious and majestic rune pattern, as if it contained endless spiritual power. He walked steadily and climbed the stairs. Every step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, but it was elegant and calm. After climbing onto the high platform, the head of the sect stood tall like a pine tree, and his eyes swept across the audience, his eyes full of satisfaction and pride.
The headmaster cleared his throat, and his loud voice, wrapped in spiritual power, spread to every corner of the sect: "Today, we gather here to celebrate a hard-earned victory! Not long ago, the shadowy evil spirit invaded our sect and attempted to steal the inheritance of our sect's treasury. It was a thrilling and fierce battle, and the life and death of our sect was at stake. However, in this critical moment, our disciples did not flinch, but stood up and guarded the foundation of the sect with fearless courage, extraordinary wisdom and tenacious perseverance. They are the heroes of the sect and the pride of all of us!" After that, the headmaster's gaze deliberately turned in the direction of Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, his eyes full of praise and commendation.
The applause from the audience was thunderous, like a surging wave, which lasted for a long time. The disciples stood on tiptoe, looking at the podium with fiery eyes, their eyes full of reverence and envy. Under the eager gaze of the crowd, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen walked hand in hand and steadily onto the podium. Yun Yao was wearing a moon-white long dress today, the hem of the skirt fluttering in the wind, like a white lotus blooming in the moonlight, holy and beautiful. The skirt was embroidered with delicate silver patterns, like a flowing galaxy, and like a lively spiritual pattern, flickering with her steps, adding a bit of mysterious and elegant temperament to her. Her long hair fell like a waterfall, tied up with only a simple yet elegant jade hairpin. A few strands of hair playfully fell on her fair neck, which made her face look even more beautiful. Her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and there was a star-like light twinkling in her eyes. She had the calmness and determination after a war, as well as the agility and shyness unique to a girl.
Chu Mochen was wearing a dark black suit. The slim design showed off his tall and slender figure, like a sword unsheathed, exuding a sharp and heroic aura. The dragon pattern embroidered with silver thread on the suit was lifelike, as if it would take off at any time, demonstrating his extraordinary strength and noble status. He had a wide jade belt tied around his waist, with a warm jade pendant inlaid on it. The jade pendant exuded a soft halo, which not only added a bit of warm jade temperament to him, but also seemed to contain powerful spiritual power, which could help him at critical moments. He had sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and his face was cold, but when he looked at Yun Yao, the frost in his eyes instantly melted, revealing endless tenderness and pampering. It was as if everything in the world was eclipsed in his eyes, and only Yun Yao was shining.
The two stood on the podium, accepting the warm applause and congratulations from the crowd. Yun Yao's cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes full of pride and emotion. She bowed slightly and saluted to her fellow disciples in the audience to express her gratitude. Chu Mochen stood straight, clasped his fists and bowed to the people around him. His movements were crisp and clear, showing his heroic spirit. The head of the sect smiled and personally awarded them medals symbolizing honor. The medals were made of rare spiritual crystals, crystal clear, and contained majestic spiritual power. They reflected colorful light in the sunlight. The front of the medal was engraved with the emblem of the sect, and the back was engraved with the eight characters "Heroes are fearless, protect the sect". Each word seemed to contain the head of the sect's deep expectations and blessings.
Yun Yao took the medal with both hands, gently stroking the lines on it, feeling the spiritual power and glory contained in it, with a lot of emotion in her heart. She thought of the hard work and persistence in her closed-door training, the thrill and difficulty when she and Chu Mochen faced the Phantom Demon together, and the efforts made by every fellow disciple to protect the sect, and her eyes could not help but turn red. She secretly vowed that she would work harder in the future to practice and protect the sect, and live up to this honor today. Chu Mochen was the same. He held the medal tightly, as if he was holding the trust and expectations of the entire sect. Under his stern face, a hot heart was beating in his chest. He looked at his fellow disciples in the audience with a firm and resolute gaze, as if silently declaring his determination to protect everyone forever.
Then, the wonderful performance officially began. A group of young disciples came out in a line, wearing uniform blue clothes, holding sharp swords, with vigorous steps and great momentum. At the command of the leading disciple, everyone instantly set up the sword formation, with sword flowers flashing and cold light overflowing. Their sword skills are exquisite, whether picking, stabbing, chopping, or cutting, every move is clean and neat, flowing like water, as if done in one go. The sword moves with the body, the body moves with the sword, the man and the sword merge into one, dancing a silver light and shadow on the square, like a sword flower blooming on the battlefield, sharp and beautiful. As the sword skills are performed, spiritual power surges from the blade, turning into sharp sword energy, whistling through the air, cutting the air, causing the audience to exclaim. Sometimes they changed their sword formations, arranged tightly like fish scales, with layers of defense and no leaks; sometimes they spread their sword moves like wild geese, attacking in all directions with great momentum. This sword show not only showed the disciples' superb sword skills, but also demonstrated the strong strength and heritage of the sect, which made the audience excited and applauded and cheered.
After the sword show, there was a dreamlike dance performance. A group of graceful female disciples walked onto the stage lightly. They were wearing pink gauze skirts with fluttering sleeves, like fairies descending to the earth. The gauze skirts were embroidered with exquisite flower patterns. As they danced, the flowers seemed to come alive and exuded bursts of fragrance. The female disciples held ribbons in their hands. The ribbons were light and soft, with sparkling spirit beads tied to one end. As they spun and jumped, the spirit beads flashed with colorful light, drawing gorgeous arcs, like shooting stars across the night sky. Their dancing postures were graceful and moving, some spun lightly, like petals in the wind; some stretched their bodies, like dancing butterflies; some tapped their toes, like Lingbo Weibu. Every movement was full of agility and charm, and with the melodious and ethereal music, it seemed to bring everyone into a fairyland-like world, making people intoxicated and forgetting the hustle and bustle of the world. The audiences in the audience were mesmerized by the performance, their eyes full of appreciation and intoxication, and many of them even couldn't help but sway their bodies to the rhythm of the music.
After the spirit dance performance, there was a wonderful magic show. Several elders who were good at different magics came on stage one by one, bringing a shocking visual feast to the audience. The first to come on stage was an elder who was good at fire magic. He was dressed in a red robe, with white hair and a ruddy face like a child. He danced with his hands and muttered something. In an instant, a ball of hot flames ignited in his palms. The flames burned more and more vigorously, and instantly turned into a huge fire snake. The fire snake was waving its fangs and claws, and the flames rolled around its body. The heat waves rolled, as if it could turn everything into ashes. The fire snake hovered and danced in the air. With the changes of the elders' gestures, it made various smart movements, sometimes raised its head and spit out its letter, and sometimes swam in a winding way, which caused the audience to exclaim again and again. Then, an elder who was good at ice magic came on stage. He held a crystal clear ice stick in his hand. With a light wave, the cold air overflowed, and the surrounding air instantly condensed into frost. He chanted a spell, and ice spikes rose from the ground, quickly forming a magnificent ice palace. The ice palace was crystal clear, emitting a cold blue light, like a crystal castle in a fairy tale. The ice spikes in the ice palace kept changing shapes, sometimes turning into an ice bird spreading its wings to fly, and sometimes turning into a roaring ice beast, which was lifelike and breathtaking. Finally, an elder who was good at thunder magic came on stage. He was surrounded by lightning, like the god of thunder. He raised his hands high and summoned thunder all over the sky. The thunder roared and was deafening. Thick lightning bolts were like dragons coming out of the sea, roaring in the sky, cutting through the sky, and illuminating the entire square as bright as day. Lightning struck the ground, splashing huge electric sparks, which bloomed and shone brightly, making people terrified. This magic show allowed everyone to fully appreciate the magic and power of the world of cultivation, and also made the disciples of the sects full of yearning and longing for the future path of cultivation.
In between performances, the disciples in the audience sat together, sharing the food on the table, laughing and talking. They talked about the wonderful show, admired the superb skills of the brothers and sisters, recalled the thrilling moments of fighting with the shadow demon, and looked forward to the bright future of the sect. The children ran and laughed in the crowd, holding colorful candies in their hands, with innocent smiles on their faces; the elders smiled and looked at the younger generation of disciples, their eyes full of satisfaction and expectations. The whole sect was immersed in a joyful and peaceful atmosphere, as if all the haze had been dispelled, leaving only endless joy and hope.
At this time, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, standing on the podium, looked at the lively, warm and beautiful scene below the stage, and their hearts were full of emotion. They have gone through countless hardships and obstacles hand in hand, and have experienced the test of life and death. At this moment, seeing that the sect has regained its vitality because of this victory and the disciples are so happy, they know that all the efforts are worth it. They smiled at each other, their eyes full of affection for each other, love for the sect, and infinite expectations for the future. However, they did not realize that in a dark corner of the square, Liu Yan'er was staring at them with eyes full of jealousy and resentment. She held the bag of "Illusion Heart Powder" tightly in her hand, and a sinister sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth. A new conspiracy is quietly brewing, which is about to cast a shadow on this festive celebration.