Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 2028 1483: Celebration

"Clan Leader, a messenger from the Li family of Mount Wanxian has arrived."

Suddenly, an unannounced guest appeared at the He Family on Yumen Mountain in Yumen State.

"Why would the Li family dispatch someone here so abruptly?" Doubt gleamed briefly in Chief He's gaze, yet with their families' constant exchanges in mind, he promptly directed that the visitor be ushered inside.

Li Mingwei, an Earth Immortal cultivator dispatched by the Li family, entered with a deep bow and declared, "Junior greets Senior."

"Skip the extra courtesies. Mr. Li, after journeying thousands of miles, do you carry pressing tidings?" Chief He gave a nod before straightly asking the question weighing on him.

Without some critical matter, there was no way to justify the Li family's sudden envoy.

"Recently, two Spirit Ancestors from our clan broke through to Heavenly Immortal realm. Our family views this as a momentous event and plans a magnificent feast—not just to celebrate the two Spirit Ancestors, but also to seize the chance for preaching the Dao and aiding the juniors."

After a brief pause, Li Mingwei continued, "Meanwhile, the Li family aims to capitalize on the influx of top cultivators and forces at this gala by staging a vibrant auction."

Then, he offered a purple jade invitation with utmost respect.

Chief He's features lit up with astonishment at the surprise invite, yet he smiled, took it graciously, and responded, "I understand. We'll definitely dispatch envoys to offer our felicitations when the moment arrives."

"This junior has further tasks and must depart soon. Please forgive my haste, Senior."

Chief He nodded in acknowledgment and had his kin guide Li Mingwei away from Yumen Mountain.

"I can't fathom the Li family's intentions..." As Chief He toyed with the invitation in his grasp, curiosity danced across his face.

Merging the Heavenly Immortal Ceremony with an auction—were they concerned about low turnout for the festivity and hoping to lure crowds this way?

It had been almost a century since Qingpeng survived the tribulation to become a Heavenly Immortal, and his cultivation had long solidified.

Regarding Qingcang, Li Zhirui had checked on him in person. Though wounds lingered, after days of activity, all seemed fine.

Actually, the He Family of Yumen wasn't alone; across much of the East, Li family members carried invitations to powers everywhere. Distances varied arrival times, and each faction's rank decided if elite or lesser kin were sent.

Countless others shared Chief He's bewilderment: was this a majestic rite from the Li family, or merely a marketplace auction?

Still, no one could ignore how this tactic seized the interest of myriad cultivators, sparking intense wonder about the Li family's spectacle.

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Those dispatched with invitations trickled back to Mount Wanxian, reporting the responses and musings of diverse sects.

Li Debo gathered these insights to plan seats, cloud beds, and arrangements.

The whole Li family buzzed with fervor for the event, running multiple drills to guarantee flawless execution.

Days flowed silently onward until the Heavenly Immortal Ceremony finally dawned.

Dang, dang, dang—

Come morning in Shanhai State, clear and ringing bells echoed one after another.

This served as alert and caution alike!

"The weather refuses to play nice today." Li Debo eyed the gloomy skies, his brow creasing deeply.

Luckily, countermeasures stood ready. At his order, Earth Immortal kin shot skyward, fingers weaving complex seals amid flashing spiritual glows.

In mere instants, the heavy clouds vanished utterly, bathing thousands of miles in radiant, spotless clarity.

"What sheer might!"

Loose cultivators in Shanhai State gaped at this heaven-defying display, eyes alight with longing for when they might wield such dominance.

"Quit fantasizing about unreachable feats—worry instead about snagging a prime spot at this epic affair."

The Li family's impending Heavenly Immortal extravaganza did permit loose cultivators' attendance.

Certainly, strict rules applied; else, Shanhai State's hundreds of thousands alone would overwhelm Mount Wanxian.

Standards weren't overly brutal but demanded real effort—tallied from merits gained via Li family missions in Shanhai State.

The leading six thousand in merits earned passage to Mount Wanxian and entry to the ceremony.

Despite being relegated to the remotest, lowest tiers away from the Preaching Platform, those positions drew savage rivalry among loose cultivators.

Desperate souls among them readily shelled out spirit stones to buy merits from peers.

The Li family foresaw this and welcomed it, as it only boosted merit's worth—ultimately benefiting them.

Dang!

With the bell's toll, the dense fog cloaking the Ten Thousand Immortals Mountain Range gradually lifted, unveiling a stairway of blessed clouds.

"Please proceed in good order. Guides will direct you. Avoid clamor or disorder, and absolutely no fights or clashes—offenders face harsh penalties without mercy!"

The once-rowdy, thrilled loose cultivators hushed instantly, falling into neat lines.

The five thousand loose cultivators got seated swiftly on cloud beds fitted precisely for them. Beside each, a cloud table bore spirit fruits and a壶 of spiritual tea.

"The Li family spares no expense—these spirit fruits and teas are all Individual Immortal quality!" one loose cultivator murmured in shock.