Chapter 30 Dugu Qiang
The seating arrangement had no impact on the Awakening of one's Natal.
Ye Yang was not someone who loved to show off, to forcibly make enemies and invite criticism from others for a seat that offered no real benefit, especially among these hundred-plus people, just to sit in the front row.
Below the stage, quite a few people were eager to try, but the few individuals in the front row were already the first echelon among the Sect's hundred-plus Disciples, and their usual performance was excellent.
The other Disciples wanted to step forward but felt they were not qualified, so they hesitated back and forth.
Among them, Ye Yang felt that Zhu Mange was the most eager.
She was rubbing her fists, her eyebrows furrowed from time to time, almost shouting, "Leave that seat for this lady!"
However, Zhu Mange was also a shrewd person, fearing the principle that a prominent tree invites the wind, so she did not step forward.
Ye Yang waved his hand, preparing to find a random seat.
Just then, accompanied by clanking footsteps, a person directly parted the crowd and walked to the very front.
"Since no one is sitting, then let me!"
The newcomer held a long spear, his black eyes like fine obsidian, and a striking red spear-shaped mark on his forehead.
His dark purple long hair was un bundle, flowing behind him, his hairstyle casual, simple, and unrestrained.
At this moment, he let out a loud shout, then placed the long spear horizontally across his chest, and without regard for the four people standing, he sat down grandly on the cushion of the seat, closing his eyes to rest.
Wang Dong, Li Bayuan, Yan Qingying, and Zhang Bu'er saw his rudeness and their expressions immediately stiffened.
What he said was not wrong; the cushion originally had no owner, and anyone could sit on it, but for him to just walk over and sit down without even a greeting was simply too rude.
Below, discussions erupted, and the place became a hubbub.
"How arrogant!"
"Where did this scoundrel come from? One would think he was a Prodigy from the qianlong ranking."
"Why haven't I seen this person before?"
"That's right, this person is a stranger; he's not a Disciple of our Flying Heaven Gate, is he?"
"And he's wearing a mask; could it be that he did something shady and doesn't dare to show his face?"
Ye Yang looked at the purple-haired man and was also surprised. The number of Flying Heaven Gate Disciples was not many, nor few, but there were over a hundred.
Today's Heaven Worship Ceremony also had people from subordinate Families participating, totaling just over two hundred people.
The Flying Heaven Gate Sect was not large, and basically everyone was familiar with each other, but he had never seen this person before. Moreover, upon arriving, he immediately occupied the best position in the entire hall, completely disregarding everyone else.
"Interesting, interesting."
Ye Yang thought to himself. He originally had little interest in the front seats. Now that it was occupied, he was about to find a random seat when he heard Wang Dong speak.
"Senior Brother Ye, this person snatched your seat, can you really tolerate that?"
"Junior Brother Wang is mistaken. This seat was never surnamed Ye, nor was it surnamed Wang. How can it be called my seat or your seat?"
Ye Yang had lived two lives, and he wouldn't fight to the death over an imaginary seat ranking. Moreover, Wang Dong's words were ill-intentioned, trying to make him act and test the other party's depth.
Ye Yang would not be used as a pawn by the other party. He simply ignored Wang Dong's words as if he had farted, found a random seat, and sat down.
Seeing Ye Yang resolve the conflict so easily, Wang Dong gave the purple-haired man a cold look and sat down as well.
Ye Yang's counterattack just now had caused all of his attacks to vanish into thin air, leaving him with the image of a long-tongued, instigating villain.
He was not in a hurry; he believed there would certainly be another opportunity for him to act.
Just like a cat toying with a mouse, he would bring the opponent into his grasp.
Zhang Bu'er, Yan Qingying, and Li Bayuan in the front row looked at each other again and also sat down.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became somewhat quiet.
Three drumbeats sounded, and two burly, yellow-clad porters with exposed chests lit the man-tall, bowl-thick pillar incense in the censer of the great hall. Instantly, the hall was filled with intertwining fragrance, and green smoke shot straight up to the rafters.
"Grand Elder arrives!"
"Second Elder arrives!"
"Sword Vajra Ge arrives!"
"Plum-Treading Vajra arrives!"
"Fire Vajra arrives!"
"Head of Internal Affairs Hall arrives!"
"Head of Lishi Hall arrives!"
Accompanied by shouts, the high-ranking officials who had already prepared, dressed in large, bulky ceremonial robes, entered the great hall.
This Heaven Worship Ceremony had been widely rumored to be attended by Gu Xuan, the leader of the Flying Heaven Gate.
However, even after the announcements were completed, the Sect Leader did not appear. It seemed he would not be coming.
As the high-ranking officials took their seats, Ye Yang did not see "Shao Yang Sword" Wang Sandao among the crowd. Instead, he saw his Disciple, Wang Huan, eager in the crowd.
Wang Huan had been living very comfortably since arriving at the Flying Heaven Gate recently. The Spiritual Qi in the Twilight Danxia residence was abundant, far incomparable to their previous Shaoyang Cave.
Furthermore, after Wang Sandao arrived at the Flying Heaven Gate, he was appointed as the Deputy Head of the Law Enforcement Hall, a solid deputy-head level cadre of the Flying Heaven Gate. As Wang Sandao's direct Disciple, Wang Huan naturally caught the attention of many interested parties.
Many people who couldn't reach Wang Sandao started with Wang Huan, first asking for small favors, then inviting him to banquets as thanks, then inquiring about news, inviting him to play, giving gifts to curry favor, and deepening their connections.
Wang Huan also gradually became a core figure in his small circle, sweeping away the previous depression he felt in Shaoyang Cave, and even his face had gained a few pounds.
...
The high-ranking officials sat in the great hall. Grand Elder Mo Niansheng, clad in purple Daoist robes, looked at the hundreds of Disciples below and cleared his throat, saying, "I'll say a few words."
As Mo Niansheng spoke, the slightly noisy great hall immediately fell silent.
The Grand Elder narrowed his eyes and glanced below, very satisfied. Then he took out a stack of manuscripts bound with sheepskin and cleared his throat.
"This Heaven Worship Ceremony, I am here on the important entrustment of Sect Leader Gu. In the past ten years, we have emphasized talent, discovered talent, cultivated talent..."
Mo Niansheng spoke for almost an hour without stopping. Just as Ye Yang was about to give up and his eyelids were drooping, he finally finished reading.
After Mo Niansheng finished reading, he looked up and saw that all the Disciples in the hall were spiritless and drowsy. He let out a cold snort.
Mo Niansheng finished reading the manuscript and sat down in his seat.
The Second Elder walked to the center.
