Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 943 Mingtai Banquet

Jing Yu frowned upon hearing this: "So, Ling Qishuang deliberately framed you? But what benefit would she gain from doing so?"

Guan Lingxiao gritted his teeth and said, "Who knows? Perhaps that crazy woman doesn't want to get married and deliberately used this trick to ruin her reputation... The Tianmang Sect is a True Immortal lineage, and they value their reputation highly. After something like this, how can they allow the sect leader's son to marry Ling Qishuang?"

“You really guessed wrong.” Jing Yu shook her head: “The Tianmang Sect really doesn’t mind, and is still pushing for their wedding…”

"Damn... this is really bizarre." Guan Lingxiao clicked his tongue in amazement: "What is it about Ling Qishuang that makes her so charming? Even after things have come to this, the Tianmang Sect is still so eager to marry her?"

"The reason for this matter is no longer important. What's important is how to clear your name and get you released!" Jing Yu sighed.

“There’s nothing we can do.” Guan Lingxiao shrugged indifferently. “To be honest, my disciple was very much cherished by the Master of the Wuxiang Sword Sound Pavilion. I imagine the Master has put in a lot of effort to get me out of here over the years, but it has obviously been in vain.”

"If the Tianmang Sect and the Ling family insist that their disciple had an affair with Ling Qishuang, who cares about the truth?"

Jing Yu frowned and said, "Are you just going to wait to die like this? I've heard that the Tianmang Sect plans to publicly execute you, the adulterer, on the day of Mingyutai and Ling Qishuang's wedding."

Guan Lingxiao was silent for a moment, then said slowly and deliberately, "If that day truly comes, it will be the focus of everyone's attention. What does it matter if I die? Do you really think this disciple wouldn't dare to draw his sword against a true immortal?"

Jing Yu had a bit of a headache: "You... wait a minute."

He suddenly realized something: "Ling Xiao, logically speaking, you've become a prisoner of the Tianmang Sect, so why don't they seal your cultivation? Or torture you?"

"Even if the Heavenly Light Sect, as a righteous sect, disdains such things... at least they should have taken your storage bag."

Guan Lingxiao was slightly taken aback: "Master, how do you know my storage bag wasn't taken away... Sigh, this disciple also finds this strange."

"I once asked the jailer guarding the dungeon, and he said that it was Ming Yutai, the son of the Tianmang Sect leader, who personally gave the order, requiring the jailers not to make things difficult for me. As for why this young master Ming did this, I am also completely baffled."

Jing Yu stroked his chin: "Ming Yutai personally ordered that you not be made difficult? That's really strange. This young master Ming is the biggest victim in this matter. His fiancée has given him such a big green hat, yet she's showing mercy to you, her lover?"

"The one who tied the knot must untie it; perhaps this matter will fall on the shoulders of Ming Yutai."

As Jing Yu was pondering this, she suddenly heard a loud rumbling sound. Turning her head, she saw a huge crack tearing across the sky, stretching from east to west. The world was gradually collapsing as the crack continued to widen.

The Xuanjing True Lord, seated on the golden lotus, and the many Xuanjing Academy disciples listening to the sermon below, were all numb, as they were destroyed along with the collapsing heaven and earth, allowing themselves to vanish.

Jing Yu understood that Guan Lingxiao was about to "wake up from his dream," so she shouted loudly, "Lingxiao, don't worry, Master will definitely find a way to get you out of here unharmed..."

Just as Jing Yu was about to leave completely, Guan Lingxiao seemed to have thought of something and suddenly asked:

Was Master's previous discussion about inner demons true or false?

Jing Yu chuckled and said, "It's just nonsense. Waiting until the inner demon has grown strong enough to be eliminated before you do? Isn't that just plain stupid..."

As the entire world collapsed, Jing Yu's consciousness also completely faded into silence.

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"Mingyu Terrace, Mingyu Terrace..."

Having awakened, Jing Yu sat cross-legged in the cave, lightly tapping the futon with her fingers, pondering:

"Why would Ling Qishuang frame Ling Xiao? Perhaps it was truly to sabotage this marriage, or perhaps it was simply because she didn't want to marry him..."

"Why was Ling Xiao chosen as the target of this framing? Perhaps it was just a coincidence, and they randomly picked an unlucky guy..."

"But there's no need to investigate why she did this, because the course of this matter is no longer within Ling Qishuang's control... Even if Ling Qishuang steps forward now to clear Ling Xiao's name, do you think the Tianmang Sect will just let it go?"

"So the landing point still has to be Mingyutai..."

In Jing Yu's view, Ming Yutai's statement is perhaps the most crucial.

So he had to find a way to make contact with the son of the leader of the Tianmang Sect.

Perhaps because of this scandal, Ming Yutai's whereabouts became a mystery, and to outsiders, she seemed to live a reclusive life. Perhaps she was being cuckolded and didn't want to be seen by others.

However, there is only one exception: every year-end, the young master of the Tianmang Sect would host a banquet at his mansion in the inner city of Tianmang, inviting the most outstanding talents from various forces to compete, exchange skills, and discuss profound truths.

This annual banquet is known as the Mingtai Banquet.

Jing Yu secretly investigated and found that Ming Yutai's invitation to the prodigies was not for personal favors or simple entertainment, but genuinely for mutual learning and improvement, in order to broaden their own path.

"Is he a person who is devoted to the Great Dao?" Jing Yu decided to find a way to sneak into the banquet to find out the truth.

Perhaps due to her advancing age, Jing Yu's perception of time has become somewhat dulled. Several months seem to pass in the blink of an eye, and three months later, the Mingtai Banquet was held as scheduled.

As the moon rose, Jing Yu transformed into a scholar in a green robe, holding a folding fan, and arrived in front of the inner city of Tianmang.

"Wait a minute—fellow Daoist, this is already the inner city area of ​​Tianmang Sect. Without permission, you are not allowed to enter, otherwise it will be considered a provocation against Tianmang Sect." A gatekeeper disciple of Tianmang Sect stopped Jing Yu.

"I've heard that tonight is the day of the famous Mingtai Banquet in Tianmang City, so I've come to join in the fun," Jing Yu said.

The two gatekeeper disciples exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Fellow Daoist, are you here to attend the Mingtai Banquet? In that case, do you have the young master's invitation?"

Jing Yu naturally did not have an invitation, but he had prepared for this in advance. Upon hearing this, he lightly shook the folding fan in his hand and said calmly, "Young Master Ming has invited talents from all sides. Didn't you say that besides those who were invited in advance, those with amazing skills can also be invited to the banquet?"

"Then they must at least be a first-level true disciple of a True Immortal lineage..." one of the Heavenly Light Sect disciples said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"I observe that your cultivation level is still only at the Nascent Soul stage. Most of those who have come to this banquet are cultivators from the Cave Heaven or Mahayana stages... The requirements for Nascent Soul cultivators to be seated are extremely stringent."

Jing Yu remained silent, but flicked his finger, sending out a powerful, piercing finger strike generated purely from physical strength, aimed at one of the disciples at the Cave Heaven Realm.

The disciple reacted extremely quickly, his true essence automatically activating, and a protective shield rose up to protect him.

However, the force of the penetrating finger did not diminish. When it came into contact with the magic shield, it made a "hissing" sound, and finally penetrated several inches into the magic shield before disappearing into nothingness.

"A physical body at the Cave Heaven level?" The disciple's expression changed drastically. He was a mid-Cave Heaven cultivator, yet his protective shield was almost pierced by a finger strike. This meant that the Nascent Soul cultivator in front of him was actually a peerless genius who had pushed his physical body to the Cave Heaven level ahead of schedule!