But today, your Majesty is going to hold the [Qiongli Banquet]?

Di Mingjue narrowed his eyes slightly, and invisible pressure spread out in the stone house, "What? Didn't you hear your order clearly?"

"No no! I'll get ready now!"

Everyone retreated in confusion until they were alone.

Di Mingjue opened his hands and closed them, looking at the faintly flickering runes in his palms, his stern brows revealing deep tenderness and longing.

Yanyan, wait for me!

…

The news that Jiyu was going to hold the Qiongli Banquet spread throughout the entire Cultivation Continent almost instantly.

"Young Master, the emperor is going to hold a Qiongli Banquet. Will he announce that you are her Holy Queen at the Qiongli Banquet?"

In order to kill Muyan, Leng Qingwan lost three of her closest men. At this time, only Zicuckoo was left by her side.

Zijuan handed over the invitation to the Qiongli Banquet, her face full of excitement.

Leng Qingwan was ecstatic at first, but suddenly the scene of Di Mingjue hugging Muyan flashed before her eyes.

Her face was distorted for a while, and then she comforted herself: So what if that bitch had seduced the emperor? Now that bitch is dead, the position of the mistress of the extreme realm is not hers?

The emperor is holding the Qiongli Banquet now. He must be tired of that bitch and wants to select the real Holy Queen.

And looking at the entire continent of cultivating immortals, who else is more suitable to become the mistress of the extreme realm than herself?

…

Three days later, the Qiongli Banquet began.

Although there are only three days, many immortals from far away cannot make it.

But on the day of the Qiongli Banquet, the Jiyu Lingxiao Palace was still filled with guests from all forces.

Among these guests, the largest number are young girls with bright eyebrows.

Each one of them looked at the high throne. Even though it was still empty, it did not stop them from dreaming about how majestic and unworldly the owner of the throne was, how domineering the world was, and how people looked up to him.

Leng Qingwan glanced at the women present, raised her head proudly, and let out a disdainful snort.

Zicuckoo immediately stood aside and said with disdain: "What the hell are these women not doing to take pictures of themselves? How dare they think of the emperor? They are not even worthy of carrying your shoes, young lady."

Because the Qiongli Banquet was held in a hurry, even in many places, Di Mingjue did not directly notify anyone.

So those who came this time were all small sects from the surrounding areas, or forces attached to the Extreme Region.

Naturally, the status and status of the women sent by these sects and forces cannot be compared with the cold and quiet young master of the Tianyi Sect.

Sure enough, when those women learned about Leng Qingwan's identity, all of them looked envious.

There were even whispers reaching Leng Qingwan's ears.

"That is the young master of the Heavenly Medicine Sect, Fairy Qingwan, one of the three most beautiful women in the Immortal Cultivation Continent. The Qiongli Banquet held in Jiyu was so hasty this time, it must have already been decided on the candidate for the Holy Queen. The rest is just a formality."

"The candidate for the Holy Queen is none other than Fairy Qingwan. She is really enviable..."

"I heard that there has been an engagement between Jiyu and Tianyimen for a long time."

"As long as I can become the emperor's concubine, I will be satisfied. I don't dare to compete with Fairy Qingwan for the position of the Holy Queen."

Zicuckoo chuckled into Leng Qingwan's ear and said, "Young Master, did you hear that? Who in the Cultivation Continent doesn't know that you are the perfect candidate for the Holy Queen of the Extreme Realm! Even if those lowly maids know each other, they know that there is no way to get along with them.
Chapter completed!