Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 305: Chapter 240: Seven-Colored Rainbow Light_3

After just a few words of conversation, everyone felt as if they were bathed in a spring breeze, and their perception of Zhao Sheng changed significantly.

Whenever a topic arose, Zhao Sheng could discuss it eloquently with unique insights that were refreshing to hear.@@novelbin@@

Although he might not look very impressive, he certainly was knowledgeable!

An hour later, the sun was high in the sky.

Zhao Sheng quietly counted the people present and found that only one hundred fifty-three were left; indeed, a quarter had been eliminated on the first day.

After waiting a little while longer, suddenly a seven-colored cloud drifted over from the horizon.

In the blink of an eye, the colorful cloud arrived above Perch Phoenix Lake and slowly descended.

Then, dozens of enchantingly beautiful women, adorned with fragrant clothes and circlets, descended from the cloud.

Each was so stunningly beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth, skin as smooth as ice and bones as fine as jade; they dazzled everyone present.

The Dong Family’s Weavers were truly as stunning as fairies descended to the mortal realm; their reputation was well-deserved!

“Hee hee!”

A light laugh broke the stalemate when a woman in a green dress with an exceptional demeanor stepped forward lightly and bowed gracefully. In a soft voice, she said, “Dong Xiaowan, on behalf of my sisters, greets all the Taoists and young masters here! May I introduce my sisters to you all?”

“That won’t do, that won’t do! How about we take turns introducing ourselves? How does that sound?” Lu Zhiwei from the Purple Sun Sect stepped out from the crowd, his gaze intensively fixed on Dong Xiaowan as he spoke.

“I, Lu Zhiwei, am the eighty-seventh true inheritor of the Purple Sun Sect, ranked second. I’m in the Mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, having just turned thirty-three, which is just right…”

“Brother Lu, no more, if you continue, it will be dark soon. It’s my turn now. I am Song Xingyun, from the Carefree Sect, my master is Elder Mu Ye…”

“Dong Lianqing…”

…

“I am Li Feixuan, a Loose Cultivator, known as…”

“…Immortal Device Sect of Dong Shu…”

…

In the crowd, Zhao Sheng watched as one after another young talent stepped up to introduce themselves and shook his head inwardly, thinking, “This matchmaking event in the Tianzhu Realm is really too clichéd. Couldn’t they change things up after thousands of years, like preparing a True Shadow Ball or some video presentations?”

Little did he know that this had been played out many times before, yet for millennia, the Phoenix Meeting had reverted to the original approach, clearly influenced by the Dong family’s hand.

Meanwhile, among the daughters of the Dong family, a petite and exquisitely beautiful woman with a goose-egg face and outstanding demeanor was silently observing the opposite side.

In her eyes flickered a hazy rainbow light, looking over one individual after another, seeing different colors of radiant light rising from their bodies—some single colors like red, green, blue, yellow, and others mixed like red and yellow, occasionally even tri-colored rainbows appeared.

Every time she noticed such a person, she would secretly take note of their appearance and compare it with the information in her mind to score them.

But at a certain moment, when her gaze met a pair of unusually colorful eyes, both of them trembled, each staggered by the backlash of their own secret techniques.

It was just a fleeting glance, yet Dong Miaozhen’s eyes tightly shut, her heart tremendously shaken.

In the depths of her eyes, suddenly reflected a pair of eyes gleaming with seven-colored rainbow light.

Across from her, Zhao Sheng lowered his head, his eyes blood-red, feeling both alarmed and delighted.

“The Dong family also has a secret technique similar to the Qi Observing Skill?!”

“Among the Dong family’s daughters, only that woman possesses this technique, which shows her position within the Dong family must be significant. A Reserve Weaver? Or perhaps…the Weaver!”

A bold guess surged in Zhao Sheng’s mind.