Chapter 1121

Chapter 1121: Spirit Butterfly Clan

On this day, the Hidden Spirit Sect was bathed in a myriad of radiant lights.

The clouds in the sky formed welcoming messages for the guests.

The guest island next to Hidden Spirit Island was fully decorated and ready to welcome visitors.

The Hidden Spirit Sect had invited all the human Great Luo and major forces within the human race.

Even if some human Great Luo couldn’t attend in person, they sent their avatars, as a pack of dragon jerky from a Great Luo true dragon was worth the journey.

Additionally, over 300 Golden Immortals from various major forces arrived.

The guest island was packed with distinguished guests.

This banquet served two purposes: first, to announce to the entire Immortal Realm that the territory of Dragon Immortal Palace now belonged to the Hidden Spirit Sect; second, to build good relationships with the human Great Luo and major forces.

Since ascending to the Immortal Realm, the Hidden Spirit Sect had coexisted harmoniously within the human territory.

Puppets controlled by Grape began serving various dishes, moving among the guests.

The dishes served at the Hidden Spirit Sect were all made from Golden Immortal great beasts slain on the front lines.

Prepared by the gourmet division and the Heavenly Gourmet Golden Immortal, these dishes rivaled those of the Grand Dragon Feast.

Dishes with unique aromas were placed on the tables, tantalizing the guests’ taste buds.

At this moment, the Hidden Spirit Sect was truly hosting a Grand Dragon Feast.

All the disciples sat at their designated tables, poised and ready, as if preparing for a formidable enemy.

Suddenly, a dragon roar echoed through the heavens.

The disciples looked up to see a massive dragon made of various dishes flying toward them.

The dragon dispersed above the disciples, and the dishes fell like meteors, landing precisely on the tables.

“The Grand Dragon Feast begins~”

The disciples immediately started eating, picking dishes that would aid their cultivation.

“I heard this Grand Dragon Feast was prepared using a secret technique, so it won’t be like last time when we could only eat a few bites,” Eryuan said excitedly, drooling over the table full of dishes.

“I heard the Grand Elder has been raising Great Luo true dragons, so we can just take dragon meat from them whenever we want,” Ertie told his simple-minded sister.

“I already knew that! And to keep the dragon meat from the Great Luo true dragons tender, it’s best to harvest it every thousand years,” Eryuan replied, looking up at the sky, wondering if more dishes would be served soon.

“You shouldn’t talk to Eryuan right now; all she can think about is eating,” Li Lei Hu laughed from the side.

On the guest island, Xu Fan held a cup of dragon bone wine, greeting each of the human Great Luo.

All the human Great Luo expressed their admiration for Xu Fan; despite being in the Golden Immortal realm, no one dared to underestimate him.

Meanwhile, far away in the Thousand Mountains of Despair in the Southern Dipper Immortal Realm,

Han Feiyu was drooling as he watched his sect brothers and sisters feast at the Grand Dragon Feast.

“What kind of life am I living?” Han Feiyu muttered, dodging the fierce winds.

“There’s half an hour until the next gale arrives; please hurry,” the voice of the Mechanical Puppet Xiao A echoed in Han Feiyu’s mind.

In the endless void, Han Feiyu moved forward slowly, shielded by a glowing protective barrier.

A Gale swept past, which Han Feiyu dodged easily, then he adjusted his course, ready for the next gust.

“I thought I could reach Master Ancestor and have a chat, but instead, I ended up connecting with Grape.

And now I’m stuck with this view, not realizing how heartbreaking it is~”

Han Feiyu muttered as he pulled out a large meat pie and started munching on it, followed by a big swig of ten-thousand-year-old stalactite.

“Yesterday, this meat pie tasted great, but now…”

At that moment, Grape zoomed in for a close-up of the Grand Dragon Feast.

“Your share of the Grand Dragon Feast is stored in the treasure vault. You can enjoy it when you return,” Grape’s voice echoed from the communication mirror in Han Feiyu’s hand.

“Over a hundred thousand years… when will this ever end?”

“By the way, any news from Wujie?” Han Feiyu suddenly asked, sounding concerned.

“No updates, but judging by the essence jade pendant he left in the sect, he’s stable,” Grape replied.

“Good to hear,” Han Feiyu nodded.

Just then, a bright light in the distance caught Han Feiyu’s attention.

“Head toward that light. I sense the aura of the Southern Dipper Immortal Realm. That might be the exit,” the voice of the Mechanical Puppet Xiao A suddenly chimed in.

“An exit!!” Han Feiyu’s excitement surged as he pushed the little spiritual energy he had left, speeding toward the light.

“You need to go thirty percent faster, or you’ll hit a Gale,” Xiao A’s voice echoed in Han Feiyu’s mind.

“Not anymore~” Han Feiyu’s expression turned resolute as he pulled out a disposable Postnatal Spiritual Treasure and activated it on himself.

In an instant, Han Feiyu regained his true immortal level and shot through the bright light.

Suddenly, Han Feiyu found himself in a valley.

The valley was filled with unfamiliar spiritual flowers, some of which had already begun their spirit transformation.

Han Feiyu took a deep breath, absorbing a surge of spiritual energy into his body.

“Freedom… this is the taste of freedom~” Han Feiyu couldn’t help but shout.

But just then, a shadow loomed over him.

Turning around, he saw a stunning girl with butterfly wings, her body adorned with petals, hovering above him, studying him curiously.

“The Flower Spirit Butterfly Clan, located in the far south of the Southern Dipper Immortal Realm, is guarded by a Great Luo Saint,” Han Feiyu’s spirit whispered in his mind.

“Miss, where is this?” After a moment of silence, Han Feiyu spoke first.

“This is our clan’s sacred ground. Why are you here?” The flower spirit girl’s curious gaze turned stern as she questioned him.

“I was caught in spatial turbulence and ended up here by accident. If I caused any harm, I’m willing to compensate,” Han Feiyu explained.

“You’ve tainted our sacred ground. I wonder what you’ll use to make up for it.”

A cold voice rang out as the Great Luo Saint of the Flower Spirit Clan emerged from the void, standing before Han Feiyu.

“Magic treasures, Immortal Jade—whatever I have, I’ll offer it,” Han Feiyu quickly said, signaling his spirit to halt the Golden Immortal puppet.

“Then give me one hundred billion Immortal Jade. Do you have that?” The Great Luo Saint’s gaze grew increasingly menacing as she stared at Han Feiyu.

A pink spiritual light shot into Han Feiyu’s forehead.

“From today on, you are a vassal of the Flower Spirit Clan. You’ll be free only when you repay your debt.”

“For now, follow the flower.”