Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3455: Heading To The Celebratory Banquet

Lin Mu finally looked closely at her clothes.

Now that he knew what they were, he could faintly sense the depth hidden within them. No obvious aura, no overwhelming pressure, but a subtle stability that felt like ancient mountains.

"Those are made from Celestial Beast leather, right?" Lin Mu asked slowly.

He had long since suspected it, but was not sure of it.

Cattaleya nodded. "My clan makes these. Everyone in my clan has the same problem. Clothes die fast. So we use beast leather that does not."

Elyon’s mouth opened slightly. "Do you realize those clothes are probably worth more than a few kingdoms?" He had never expected that those crude clothes were worth so much.

Daoist Chu nodded. "Likely."

Lin Mu sighed. "Then I suppose it does not matter what you wear. No one will dare complain."

Meng Bai nodded. "True."

Cattaleya grinned proudly. "Good. Then I stay like this."

With everyone finally ready, they headed out.

The banquet venue was a massive hall built into the great stone hand that formed the heart of the city. Golden pillars carved like fists lined the entrance. Red and gold banners fluttered in the air, carrying the emblem of the Martial Fist King Sect.

As they walked, many people turned to stare.

Lin Mu in his black and gold robes looked like a walking legend. Every step he took carried calm dignity mixed with hidden power.

Meng Bai looked young but noble in his blue robes, like a rising star of a great clan.

Daoist Chu looked like a proper formation grandmaster, refined and mysterious.

Elyon looked sharp and dangerous, like a shadow that learned to wear clothes.

And Cattaleya looked like a warrior who had just walked out of a battlefield and into a palace, boots still ready to stomp someone.

When they entered the hall, silence fell for a moment.

Then whispers exploded.

"That is Lin Mu..."

"That is Cattaleya..."

"Look at their clothes..."

"Why is she dressed like that..."

"But it suits her..."

Tables filled the massive hall, arranged in layers like terraces. At the highest level sat sect patriarchs, kings, clan heads and Immortal Court representatives. Lower levels were for top one hundred contestants and their companions.

As they were led to their seats, eyes followed them everywhere.

Cattaleya leaned close to Lin Mu and whispered, "Too many people. If someone annoys me, I punch them."

Lin Mu smiled calmly. "Try not to."

She grinned. "No promises."

The night was just beginning, and already, it was clear and this banquet would not be a quiet one.

The banquet hall set up by the Martial Fist King Sect was unlike any hall Lin Mu had ever seen.

It was built inside the giant stone palm, echoing the symbol of the sect itself.

Vast pillars carved with scenes of legendary battles supported a domed ceiling made of translucent crystal, through which one could see the stars and drifting clouds of the Martial Fist King World.

Countless glowing formation runes shimmered faintly along the walls, maintaining temperature, pressure, and spiritual balance so that even mortals could breathe easily inside.

When Lin Mu and his group entered, nearly every head turned.

It was not subtle.

Whispers spread like ripples on water.

"That’s him."

"Daoist Lin Mu."

"The champion."

"The one who defeated Cattaleya, the One Flick Woman."

"Did you see that final clash? I still cannot believe it."

Cattaleya walked beside him with her usual relaxed stride, hands behind her head, ignoring most of the looks. Meng Bai walked slightly behind, trying not to stare too much, though his eyes kept drifting around in amazement.

Daoist Chu walked with the calm dignity of an old cultivator who had seen too many banquets to be impressed, while Elyon scanned the hall out of instinct.

Attendants quickly approached.

"Esteemed guests, please follow us."

They were led past several tiers of seating.

The lower ranks sat closer to the outer ring of the hall, then the mid ranks, then the higher ranks. Lin Mu noticed many powerful figures there, sect masters, elders, kings, lords of great worlds, and even beings whose cultivation he could not fully perceive, sure being at the Transcendent Immortal Realm.

’This is probably the highest number of Transcendents I’m seeing in one place so far...’ Lin Mu thought.

Finally, they reached the highest tier.

There were only a dozen seats here, each made from Immortal jade and lined with golden formation threads. At the center sat a massive throne like chair carved from a single piece of ancient stone. This was the seat of the Martial Fist King Sect Patriarch.

To his right, an empty seat waited.

"That is yours, Daoist Lin Mu," the attendant said respectfully.

Lin Mu paused for a moment.

Cattaleya blinked. "Wow. You get the best seat."

Daoist Chu chuckled softly. "As you should."

Lin Mu nodded and walked forward. As he took his seat, the Patriarch himself turned and looked at him.

The old man’s face was lined with age, but his body was like forged iron. Thick muscles moved under his robe even when he simply shifted slightly. His eyes were sharp, but warm.

"Daoist Lin Mu," the Patriarch said, cupping his fists. "Welcome. Sit well."

Lin Mu returned the gesture. "Thank you, Patriarch Xiong Tian. I am honored."

The Patriarch laughed. "Honor goes both ways. You have given this world a spectacle it will remember for tens of thousand years if not longer."

People nearby immediately leaned closer.

An elder from The Great Mountain Supremacy Sect said, "Young friend, your bearing is as steady as an ancient peak. Truly admirable."

A queen from a river domain kingdom said, "I have seen many prodigies, but few with your calm. Even after shaking the heavens, you still sit as if you merely finished a stroll."

Lin Mu smiled politely. "You flatter me. I only did my best."

Another elder laughed. "That ’best’ almost broke our stadium in half."

Even the Patriarch laughed at that.

Soon, a deep bell rang.