The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1264 - 481: Crown Rank·Spicy Goddess

"Lower your head as a gesture of respect?"

Ye Hanjun mulled over the phrase and couldn’t help but burst into helpless laughter.

The Meng Family had soared to the heavens overnight, setting countless strict rules; it wasn’t hard to understand.

The Meng Family, whose main house was annihilated by Ye Shura in this epoch, just how long could their moment of glory last?

His thoughts freely scattered.

Ye Hanjun, following the maidservant from the Winged People, step by step, entered the Palace of Heavenly Gods.

Among those accompanying him were Ye Liuying, Ye Yin, Li Youbao, and Lie Xinxin.

Among them, Li Youbao, being a Sect Master, was naturally guarded in the middle.

She gazed at the palaces one by one, marveled at jade buildings and golden gates, her beautiful eyes sparkling, as if she had fallen into a dream.

Such grandeur, was this the dwelling of the Divine Clan?

The Meng Family, although a newly risen Divine Clan, possessed such lavish resources and had built massive architectural complexes.

What about the families represented by her companions? At their zenith, could they possibly be worse off than this?

"Swish!"

Walking through a dense layer of light film, the empty, vast streets vanished from sight.

Sometimes melodious, sometimes joyful, music, along with the Singer’s resonant voice and the dancers’ graceful movements, permeated her senses.

Li Youbao, focusing and quietly gathering herself, felt nervous sweat in her palms.

"Relax."

Ye Hanjun patted her shoulder.

Waiting until her rigid body eased a bit, he began to calmly observe every corner of the palace.

Huge—this was his first impression.

The Palace of the Heavenly Gods, merely one palace, yet it held a majestic aura capable of swallowing the surrounding lands, where high-end luxurious building materials and master-level decorative crafts played indispensable roles.

Everyone in their own roles—this was his second impression.

Some were drinking heartily, others conversing, some serving, and some on alert.

Ye Hanjun saw not a single ill-dressed person; guards fully armed, guests dressed impeccably, as if each one was a paragon of elegance and virtue, these qualities overwhelmingly prevalent.

Of course, that didn’t mean there were no provocateurs.

Ye Hanjun instantly noticed that at the southern side of the palace, no tables or chairs had been set up, and a group of diversely shaped Fond Spirits were either clustering or scattered.

"Roar... good wine... good wine..."

A giant ape, staggering as it walked, held a hundred-meter-tall barrel of wine, gulping it down with "glug glug" noises.

Then, tossing aside the barrel, with a drunken expression, it babbled at the maidservant:

"Not enough... I love to drink..."

"Serve the wine... hurry up... can’t you see a bit?"

"Exactly! Make it quick!"

Another creature, a giant tiger with beautiful patterns lying on the ground, raised its head and barked fiercely:

"We have traveled millions of miles to come to the Heavenly Realm..."

"It’s said we’ll drink merrily to celebrate the Heavenly God, how can you spoil our fun?"

"The maid understands!"

Frightened, the maid scurried into a side hall.

Moments later, the immensely strong Bronze Bull, pushing carts after carts of new wines which stacked up like a wall, enclosed all the chaotically staggering giants.

"Drink! We won’t return until drunk!"

The giant ape and giant tiger immediately hooked arms, laughing nonstop.

"Bang!"

A gigantic bird split open a barrel with a wing, stretched its neck inside, and furiously gulped down the wine.

Once it pulled its head back out, it kicked away the empty barrel; its bright yellow feathers flared out like an emperor’s ceremonial robes, full of majestic and dominant aura:

"Our Yellow Bird Clan wishes to affiliate with the Divine Clan!"

"The Meng Family, where are you? Not seeking vain titles, but a life-extending Holy Medicine to save my aged father; I vow to toil like an oxen or horse, without complaint!"

"Ha ha ha, Yellow Bird? Just the most mediocre of the Holy Clans among the Feather Clan!"

"Even if you dug out your heart and presented it personally to the Heavenly God, that lord wouldn’t spare you a glance!"

A large rooster with colorful feathers, strutting leisurely with its head held high, came close.

Though smaller than Yellow Bird, the look it gave was filled with disdain:

"Ah Huang, get it straight."

"This is the Heavenly Gods Banquet, and guests are expected to bring gifts."

"You come empty-handed and instead ask for favors, really think you’re someone significant, deserving attention from the Meng Family?"

"Chicken Bloodstone, I do not wish to waste words with you."

Yellow Bird, from a higher position, had an icy look in its eyes:

"I asked for the people of the Meng Family, it has nothing to do with you."

"If you want to meddle, get out of my way."

"Wow, not much skill but quite the attitude."

Called Chicken Bloodstone, the big rooster, clicking its sharp beak, had a sinister smile:

"Sorry, I actually do have a say!"

"Ten days ago, my father led the Far Flying Chicken clan to all pledge allegiance under the Heavenly God!"

"We are the third core vassal following the Ma Po Sect and the Hai Xiong Clan!"

"Huang Niaodan, you once plucked all my feathers, making me lose all my dignity, let’s settle this account now!"

"Far Flying Chicken... already recognized by the Heavenly God?"

Yellow Bird folded its wings, its eyes twitching three times, seemingly ignoring it, remarked:

"Chicken Bloodstone, your father is indeed strong; under his leadership, the Far Flying Chicken clan is doubtlessly a Saint King Level force."

"But this is the Heavenly Gods Banquet, aimed to proclaim to All Heavens that there is a master in the Heavenly Realm, named the Heavenly God."

"My Yellow Bird clan, though fallen on hard times now, truly deserves the name among the Holy Clans in the Feather Clan."

"By obstructing my affiliation, are you overstepping the rules?"

"If other Feather Clans see your arrogant and domineering demeanor, what would they think? How would they view the Heavenly God?"

"You!"

The proud Far Flying Chicken changed its expression abruptly, its face turning livid.

Its peripheral vision scanned the surroundings—Blue Phoenix, Heavenly Dog, Pi Fang, Ghost Bird... Not a few Holy Feather Clans had visited, both natives of the Heavenly Realm and those who had broken away and Rooted outside in earlier years. The looks they gave, evidently filled with scrutiny and mockery, made its face extremely unappeable.