I am a loser, but I defeated countless geniuses with the Soul-Calming Tower.

Chapter 2372

Most of them were dressed in the Confucian scholar's robes of Ruyun Academy, with their hair tied in a bun, exuding a distinctly scholarly air.

Lin Xuan's gaze fell upon the thirteen statues of sages, and Wu Mingyao's voice immediately rang out, as if she were observing Lin Xuan's every move.

"Sect Master, those are thirteen deceased sages of our dynasty. The students who entered the Confucian Cloud Academy are all disciples of these thirteen sages."

"This sacred site opens once every ten years, lasting four days each time. During the rest of the time, the statues of the sages automatically absorb and condense the light of Confucianism, Taoism, and immortality."

As Wu Mingyao spoke, Lin Xuan gradually learned everything about the Ruguang Banquet.

At the same time, the thirteen statues of sages began to glow, and rings of special energy surged out, quickly covering the entire sage dojo.

"The light of Confucianism, Taoism and immortality has begun to converge. In another half hour, the baptism of sages will begin."

Hearing Wu Mingyao's words, Lin Xuan looked around and clearly saw the excited light in the eyes of the students, as if they couldn't wait to rush into the training ground.

Even the quiet and refined scholars now revealed the posture of hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.

"It seems that this Confucian Banquet is really not simple, so many beings at the Earth Immortal level are flocking to it."

Lin Xuan couldn't help but sigh out loud.

"Hehe...of course it's not simple."

A soft laugh suddenly reached his ears; it sounded somewhat familiar. Lin Xuan slowly turned his head to look.

Suddenly, a group of people came into view.

The person at the head was dressed in magnificent attire, embroidered with the rising sun and moon, making it easy to see that he was from the royal family.

Lin Xuan had met the big-mouthed demon cultivator Fu Qiu once before, who respectfully followed beside him. There were three other people accompanying them.

Surprisingly, they were all old acquaintances of Lin Xuan!

"Zhikong, Lan Chuyan, Mi Luoxiu!"

Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes.

The voice just now sounded very familiar; it was none other than the one Miroxiu had spoken of.

The group quickly approached, their gazes all fixed on Lin Xuan.

"Lin Xuan...it's been a long time!"

Miroxiu's gaze turned sinister as he spoke again, his words carrying a profound meaning.

"Amitabha!"

Zhikong chanted Buddhist mantras, a faint murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Lan Chuyan's eyes were cold, and she didn't speak, but her aura was brewing, giving people the feeling that she was about to make a move at any moment.

"It really has been a long time!"

"I never expected you to show up here. Are you here to die this time?"

Enemies meeting are bound to be hostile, and Lin Xuan showed them no respect whatsoever.

All three imperial clans showed anger in their eyes, but before they could speak, the seventeenth prince, Wu Mingquan, who was in front of Fu Qiu, spoke first.

"Young Master Lin Xuan is indeed a handsome man, and as rumored, he is quite domineering."

"Sect Master, this is the Seventeenth Prince, Wu Mingquan," Wu Mingyao introduced at the opportune moment.

"Ok!"

Lin Xuan nodded, but did not respond to Wu Mingquan's meaning.

Wu Mingquan's words seemed to be praise, but in fact they carried a condescending tone and were intended to suppress Lin Xuan. So why should Lin Xuan give him a good look?

"presumptuous!"

"Lin Xuan, what is your intention? Why do you not pay your respects to the Seventeenth Prince?"

Fu Qiu suddenly spoke, his gaze unfriendly.

"Isn't this the sea monster Fu Qiu, who sits eighth on the Heavenly Fate Ranking? Why is he acting so dog-like?"

Lin Xuan's voice rang out, startling all the creatures present.

Fu Qiu instantly realized what was happening, his eyes widening in anger: "Who are you calling a dog?"

"saying you!"

"What? Isn't it obvious enough?"

Lin Xuan responded calmly, and upon hearing this, Xu Yan and the other women all smiled.

"You... bastard..."

Fu Qiu's aura began to surge, and his eyes blazed with fury.

However, he was interrupted.

Wu Mingquan raised his hand, and Fu Qiu instantly fell silent.

"Alright, today is the Confucian Banquet, and we must not be presumptuous in front of sages."

"Moreover, Young Master Lin Xuan is not a member of our dynasty, so there is no need to constrain him with the etiquette of our dynasty."

"Yes, I understand!" Fu Qiu hurriedly bowed and responded with utmost respect, but out of the corner of his eye, he glared fiercely at Lin Xuan.