The spectators naturally retreated far away, not daring to disturb, while they stretched their necks, eagerly looking into the distance, each with excitement on their face.

To have Lady Baihua and so many esteemed guests personally go out to greet someone certainly meant that the arriving person carried immense weight, to the extent that the entire banquet seemed to be just a backdrop for her.

Unlike others who felt excited, expectant, and tense, Chu Xuan took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and looked northward indifferently.

Soon, everyone outside Wuyou Valley, including the many cultivators from Dieyi Workshop, saw a figure riding a cloud from afar.

The person arriving had neither multicolored auspicious clouds nor a myriad of lucky omens, nor celestial flowers scattering; neither were there azure dragons and white tigers, nor divine beasts like the azure bird or purple phoenix by her side; she neither rode a carriage nor a sedan, just a single white garment whiter than snow.

Many cultivators were greatly surprised, as they thought a cultivator of the ninth realm would be akin to an Immortal, surely making a grand entrance that would change the heavens and the earth, with all sorts of phenomena, but it was unexpectedly so serene.

Only Chu Xuan was unsurprised, thinking he understood her character somewhat; she never liked creating a spectacle, and wherever she went, only a cloud followed at her feet.

As the white figure drew closer, everyone unconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to look up.

Lady Baihua led the guests, slightly bowing in unison, shouting, "Welcome, Primordial Monarch Taixu!"

Only Chu Xuan remained with hands behind his back, looking up without moving.

The nearby Zhao Daniu became a bit anxious, hurriedly tugging at Chu Xuan’s sleeve, fearing this guy might get slapped to death by Primordial Monarch Taixu and inadvertently involve himself.

Chu Xuan ignored him, continuing to look on steadily.

After not seeing her for years, she was as before, her unparalleled beauty hidden amid the clouds, her demeanor aloof and distant, her skin like ice and snow, graceful like a maiden, donned in white with a mist-like skirt trailing behind.

She held a pure white marten in her arms, without a hint of blemish, appearing ethereal like an immortal.

Upon her arrival, she didn’t even glance at Chu Xuan, as if he wasn’t there, merely stopping mid-air, nodding slightly towards Lady Baihua and the others, saying, "No need for formalities."

Her cold voice carried a trace of indifference, as if nothing in the world could concern her.

Only after she spoke did the crowd dare to lift their heads, catching a glimpse so fleeting.

Unfortunately, Primordial Monarch Taixu’s visage was not clearly visible, only the outline of an ice-cold beauty could be seen, and everyone watched in awe as she flew straight into Wuyou Valley, disappearing quickly.

It was only then that Lady Baihua led the guests back into the valley, where it turned lively and noisy once more, and everyone was excited—for after returning home, they would have a significant topic to discuss:

I had the chance to see Primordial Monarch Taixu in person!

For Chu Xuan, the encounter after years of separation ended so quietly.

Chu Xuan smiled wryly. Even though he had anticipated this, deep down, he couldn’t help but entertain a fantasy—perhaps she would reach out to him?

In the end, the cold and merciless reality utterly shattered his delusion.

Just now, only the little white marten cast a joyful, caring glance at him; her gaze never settled on him from beginning to end.

...

Amidst the fervent discussions, new guests continued to arrive, but they could no longer capture the attention of the crowd.

Everyone was discussing the Monarch, talking about her beauty, her temperament, her strength, her spiritual pet...

Even Du Liangyou and his raucous friends were full of praise, not daring to show any disrespect.

At this moment, a woman in yellow descended before Du Liangyou, controlling her sword, and spoke coldly, "Are you the young master of the Du family?"

Du Liangyou’s spirits lifted, and he hurriedly stepped forward, nodding and bowing, trying to forge a connection.

However, the woman seemed impatient, casually waving her hand for him to follow.

Du Liangyou naturally agreed, and before leaving, flashed Zhao Daniu and Chu Xuan’s way with a smile mixed with provocation, pride, and disdain.

Zhao Daniu gritted his teeth, his fist clenched tightly, but his rationality told him he had to endure.

Chu Xuan’s thoughts were no longer focused on a clown like that.

He walked calmly towards Ye Shiyu, choosing to undertake a test of strength.

Because he wanted to see what he would encounter in an illusion targeting his inner weaknesses.

The spectators, especially those around Zhao Daniu, were quite surprised to see this happen.

After all, this young man had been observing from the sidelines, and everyone thought he was just a commonplace guy, not even daring to retort when provoked.

Zhao Daniu appeared excited, thinking to himself:

I knew you weren’t an ordinary person; where is there someone like you, so bold for beauty that you don’t value your life? 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Initially, Du Liangyou followed the woman in yellow towards the mountain gate with arrogance, but now, looking at Chu Xuan, his expression turned somewhat uncertain.

The woman in yellow seemed curious about someone taking the Wuyou Valley examination, as she’d never seen anyone do it before, so she deliberately slowed her pace to see how this young cultivator would perform.

Soon, the bone age test was passed.

Then Chu Xuan walked up to the Tiangang Stone, casually striking it with a palm without even looking at the result, then stood still under the mountain gate archway.

Everyone looked toward the Tiangang Stone, only to see a clear, glaring bright red palm print on its surface, glowing and lingering for a long time.