Reincarnated As A Baby? My Cry Is A Dragon Roar!

Panda Novel

Along the way, Lin Xuan felt that it was not that his feet were tired, but his mind was tired.

When they finally arrived at their residence, the cultivator called Qifeng did not stop but left directly. From the looks of it, he originally planned to tell the Lin family's ancestor about the Golden Banquet in a few days.

Because of the Great Abyss Master's words, they did not even leave a good expression. He flicked his sleeve and left.

The young Lin family disciples who were left behind looked at each other. How could they not know?

Ever since they stepped onto the land of the Central Yan Continent, these cultivators had not thought highly of them.

After all, they were all "unknown" Lin family members from the "isolated" Northern Azure Continent.

For some reason, after they alighted from the spirit ship outside Linjin City, they passed through and arrived at the Shangheng family. The families who rode their swords midway seemed to know them. In any case, they looked at them differently.

Lin Yanyi looked around and approached Lin Feng. He asked in a fawning manner, "Ancestor, do you think we should stay here now?"

Lin Feng looked around. The guest courtyard they were in was a small courtyard alone. The courtyard was very exquisite, and there were enough rooms.

However, looking at the direction they walked in, this courtyard was probably close to the edge of the Shangheng family and not close to the middle.

"Do you still want to live outside? Go choose your own rooms!"

After Lin Feng finished speaking, he entered the room opposite Lin Qingtian and Ancestor Lin Bao.

The Great Abyss Master, Black Crow, and the Suanni followed him into the room next door.

The remaining disciples looked at each other. In the next moment, they recalled the sound of footsteps fighting. After a commotion, the courtyard returned to silence.

In the end, only Lin Xuan was left in the middle of the courtyard. He looked around and looked at the guest room that the Lin family disciples had specially left behind.

He stretched. "I need to rest!"

After such a long journey, he could finally have a good sleep.

However, before Lin Xuan could step out, the door in the middle suddenly opened with a crack. Lin Bao waved at him, "Xuan'er, come here!"

Lin Xuan was speechless.

He sat in front of the bed and stared at the three pairs of eyes. He asked, "Ancestor, do you have any instructions for Xuan'er to come in?"

Lin Bao was the first to nod. "Go and ask around what the Golden Banquet is. Ask carefully so that we can plan first."

Lin Xuan slapped his forehead, and a loud sound sounded in the quiet room.

"I'll go now. Ancestor, please wait a moment."

After Lin Xuan finished speaking, he stood up and left. He stood in front of the courtyard and casually found a direction. His figure seemed to have turned into an afterimage and instantly disappeared from the courtyard.

Along the way, Lin Xuan only followed behind the ancestor and did not ask about anything else.

The Lin family's ancestors were also confused. In any case, they packed their luggage and brought Xuan'er to the place.

Although they had made some preparations along the way, it was still the "isolated" Northern Azure Continent after all. No matter how they inquired, there was only very little information.

Therefore, Ancestor Lin had already planned that after they entered the Shangheng family, it would not be too late to find out about the Golden Banquet.

Lin Xuan had yet to take a breather when he was sent by the ancestors to investigate. At this moment, his status as the Lin family's Saint Child was no longer precious.

He did not think too much about this problem. He grabbed a cultivator who looked to be of a high grade and flashed into an empty courtyard.

"Let me ask you, when will the Golden Banquet begin?"

The cultivator whose lifeline was instantly grabbed by Lin Xuan shouted sternly, "Who are you? How dare you be impudent in the Shangheng family?"

At this moment, Lin Xuan's face was covered by a square towel, and his voice was a little low. This modification was very perfunctory as he did not spend much effort here.

"Say—or you'll be like this."

Lin Xuan released a trace of spiritual qi and a trace of corrosion in front of this person.

The corrosive power surrounded by the black fog swallowed the spiritual qi silently.

When the cultivator whose lifeline was pinched by Lin Xuan saw this situation, his voice instantly disappeared, and his eyes even carried some fear.

"The—the power of corrosion! You—"

Lin Xuan exclaimed. It seemed that this cultivator had some knowledge and actually knew that this was the power of corrosion.

At this moment, the cultivator's face was distorted. Looking at the corrosive power, he seemed to be exceptionally terrified. This corrosive power had probably left an unforgettable impression on this cultivator.

"I thought this thing was rare. I didn't expect that I would be so frightened after casually capturing a cultivator!"

Lin Xuan shook his head and said, "Can you tell me now?"

The cultivator seemed to have reacted and hurriedly said, "The Golden Banquet will be held in three days. At that time, there will be a starting ceremony, and then there will be a seven-day exchange."

"There are 50 competitions a day. The daily winners will fight on the last day to decide the final winner and give them a golden plaque."

Lin Xuan said, "Isn't it an exchange between the various families? Why is there a winner?"

The cultivator said, "This is also a kind of exchange. The disciples of the families will fight and learn from each other and overcome their shortcomings. How can a competition not be considered an exchange?"

At this moment, Lin Xuan finally understood that the Golden Banquet was not an exchange expressed in words, but in body movements.

He could not help but shake his head. The Northern Azure Continent was still too remote. He could even get such a small piece of information wrong.

"Then are there any arrangements between the various families?"

The cultivator naturally nodded, "The Shangheng family has naturally arranged it. When the name cards are sent to the various families, the order has been arranged. We just need to participate on time."

"This… Fellow Daoist?" The cultivator who was held hostage by Lin Xuan looked at him hesitantly and asked, "Can I leave now?"

Lin Xuan clicked his tongue impatiently, "Who said I'm done asking?"

"What's that golden plaque?"

"The family that obtains the golden plaque will be able to bring it to the next Golden Banquet."

Lin Xuan looked at the cultivator who revealed a proud expression for some reason, not understanding what he was saying.

The cultivator hurriedly said, "It is a great honor to receive the golden plaque at the Golden Banquet!"

"This represents the young cultivators of this generation of the families. This is a huge honor!"

Lin Xuan vaguely understood. To put it simply, whoever won could host the next Golden Banquet. This meant that among this batch of young cultivators, the cultivator who won was the king!