Chapter 394: Chapter 394

The moon hung high in the sky, and night had fallen.

Compared to earlier, the Lu Immortal Mansion was busier, with guests continuously arriving to offer their congratulations.

Tomorrow would be the day Lu Shangxing, the young master of the Lu Family, took a concubine.

If it had been an ordinary man taking a concubine, there certainly wouldn’t be so much fanfare.

In Da Zhou, the status of concubines was extremely low.

Marrying openly and honorably was almost an impossible matter.

A concubine differed from a wife, for a wife was the future matriarch, whereas a concubine could not make public appearances.

But for the Lu Family, a top power, even a concubinage ceremony was an extremely grand affair.

Many women even secretly envied Si Nanyan’s good fortune.

If they could become a concubine to Lu Shangxing, that would also be considered climbing up the social ladder.

At this moment, outside Linlang City, the lights shone brightly as usual.

There were guards stationed at the city gates, checking the passersby.

There was a decree within Linlang City against flying.

Aside from some top-notch powerhouses, almost everyone had to strictly obey this rule.

Wen Zhixing’s figure slowly emerged in the distance. With other people’s cover, he smoothly made his way here.

Originally, he had planned to select a suitable person to borrow another’s appearance and identity.

But now that he had an identity prepared by the Qinglian Fairy, there was no need for such trouble.

Wen Zhixing looked down at the invitation in his hand, where the name was clearly written.

The Qinglian Fairy had even specifically noted Bai Shian’s identity and background: The Bai family from Zhongzhou.

The Bai family was a mid-level power, not among the top, but also not too weak.

Moreover, there were some underlying conflicts between the Lu and Bai families, just not openly displayed.

Although the Lu Family had invited the Bai family, their attitude was perfunctory.

The Bai family, not wishing to attend this wedding banquet, had thought to send a newly promoted junior to make a ceremonial appearance—a mere formality.

And this Bai Shian had already been intercepted by the Qinglian Fairy en route; he was currently trembling inside a dark room.

This Bai Shian does bear some resemblance to my current appearance.

After understanding the situation, Wen Zhixing smiled slightly, and his figure underwent some subtle changes.

His features changed but remained handsome, and his height was now even more commanding than before, naturally making his presence more distinguished.

Only, the right hand that previously held the folding fan now switched to the left; this person was left-handed.

Deeming his disguise adequate, Wen Zhixing blended into the crowd and walked toward the front.

Just as Wen Zhixing reached the city gates, he was stopped. "It seems to be your first time in Linlang City, sir?" a guard clad in Battle Armor spoke courteously.

In the past few days, those who came to Linlang City were either powerful figures or top-level God prides, and the guards did not dare to be negligent.

"Yes, it’s my first time. I am here by invitation for the wedding banquet of the Lu Family tomorrow."

Wen Zhixing nodded. His white clothing set off his extraordinary elegance, his eyes shimmering with a gentle luster, and his manner carried a certain noble indolence.

As he spoke, his left hand fluttered lightly, and the fan in his hand unfurled.

On the pristine white fan surface, two dragon energies spiraled upwards, adding a hint of dragon’s might to Wen Zhixing’s presence.

The guard looked at Wen Zhixing, sensing his extraordinary nobility, and immediately nodded, adding, "May I ask if you have an invitation, sir?"

Wen Zhixing smiled amicably, tucked away his folding fan, and handed over the invitation.

"Ah, so it’s Sir Bai. My apologies."

After carefully examining the invitation, the guard immediately bowed and returned it with both hands.

Although the Bai family was merely an average power in Zhongzhou, to these guards, they were akin to a towering tree.

Wen Zhixing simply smiled and asked, "May I enter now?"

"Sir Bai, please." The man hastened to make way.

Wen Zhixing nodded slightly, a smile ever-present on his face, and then stepped into Linlang City.

"Please wait, gentlemen. Is this your first time in Linlang City?"

Just then, another voice rang out beside him.

Wen Zhixing turned his head to see several young figures walking into the city, also being stopped.

"Do you have an invitation?" the guard asked.

"An invitation? No, we’re just here to enjoy the bustling atmosphere," one of the youths replied, shaking his head, an answer echoed by the others.

"Then please follow me to register your identities. Any strangers here need to be registered; it’s the standing rule of Linlang City," the guard patiently explained.

The young men nodded upon hearing this. After stating their identities and registering, they briskly entered the city.

Wen Zhixing was immediately surprised by this sight.

So, it’s possible to enter Linlang City without an invitation after all? This is somewhat different from what I imagined.

The next moment, he scanned the city interior.

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But a glance revealed nothing more than ordinary vendors lining the streets, the noise of the bustling crowd filling his ears.

This was probably Linlang City’s night market.

There were vendors shouting their wares, Martial World performers showcasing their skills in the vicinity, their cheers mingled with the laughter of children.

For the moment, he saw no sign of any hidden sentries.

Everything seemed lively and prosperous.

Could it be that the Lu Family feared I wouldn’t be able to enter this place? Wen Zhixing mused, stroking his chin.

Indeed. If the inspections were too strict, ordinary people would be kept out. Without some means of my own, I truly wouldn’t have been able to get in.

Aren’t they underestimating me a bit too much? Wen Zhixing touched his nose, feeling thoroughly looked down upon.

Then again, it was understandable. They were such a vast power; what, after all, was his own identity, his cultivation?