The weakest peak master? All my disciples are immortal kings and empresses.

Just as Long Xiaoyun was about to explain Su Changqing's identity, Su Changqing stepped forward and said, "That's right, we are all good friends of Senior Brother Long."

"That's great! Then, fellow immortal masters, I am honored to host a banquet in Tengyun Pavilion today to welcome Brother Xiaoyun, and at the same time, I welcome all Taoist immortal masters to visit my Tianyuan Imperial Capital."

"Would you Taoist immortal masters be so kind as to honor me?"

When Long Xiaoshuo saw Su Changqing coming forward, he immediately focused his attention on him and asked Su Changqing very respectfully.

But Su Changqing saw through the little thoughts hidden in his heart.

"No need, we have all been fasting these days, so it is inconvenient to eat meat."

Su Changqing's eyes were cold, and he refused him lightly.

"This..."

Long Xiaoshuo didn't expect Su Changqing to refuse so straightforwardly. The smile on his face froze immediately. After a moment of silence, he smiled again and said, "That's not a coincidence. Xiaoshuo is not lucky enough to have a feast with all the Taoist masters."

"Then Brother Xiaoyun, I have something important to do, so I won't stay for long. I'll have a drink with you in the future. I also wish all the Taoist masters have fun in the imperial capital."

Long Xiaoshuo found a reason to leave first.

But he was angry in his heart.

In the Tianyuan Dynasty, no one dared to give him face like this. The cultivator in front of him was the first one, but he knew that even if Su Changqing refused him, he could do nothing about it.

"Brother Xiaoshuo, take care. I won't see you off."

Long Xiaoyun didn't keep him, and watched his back as he left the King Jing's Mansion.

"Uncle Thirteen, you are lowering your status..."

After coming to his senses, Long Xiaoyun said to Su Changqing bitterly.

He is obviously his uncle, but he calls him senior brother. Isn't this confusing the generations?

"But my status is just so-so. There is no need to be so particular. Besides, it is not convenient for too many people to know my current status."

Su Changqing waved his hand lightly and said indifferently.

The identity of a disciple of Xuantian Dao Sect is enough to make a sensation in an imperial dynasty, not to mention that he is also the peak master of Xuantian Dao Sect. If these people knew about it, they would definitely come to see him.

This would be detrimental to the future actions.

After hearing this, Long Xiaoyun instantly understood what Su Changqing meant.

After everyone entered the mansion, there was a small courtyard.

A middle-aged man with a dignified face sat in the main hall, supporting his head with his hands and closing his eyes in deep thought. He looked unhappy, as if he was entangled by something.

"Father!"

Long Xiaoyun called out to the middle-aged man.

Hearing the call, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, stood up from his seat, and after seeing that it was his son, he smiled again.

"Xiaoyun! Xiaoyun, why did you come back without telling your father in advance?"

Long Zhenrong quickly stepped forward and greeted Long Xiaoyun.

"The situation is urgent, so I wanted to come back earlier."

Long Xiaoyun explained.

After looking at Long Xiaoyun with satisfaction, Long Zhenrong set his eyes on Su Changqing and his three disciples, bowed slightly and greeted Su Changqing and the others: "Welcome the immortal masters to my humble home!"

"King Jing is so polite!"

Su Changqing waved his hand slightly and helped him up and returned the greeting.

Long Zhenrong was instantly dazzled by Su Changqing's immortal appearance. The man in white Taoist robes fluttered like a banished immortal. He could tell at a glance that he must be extraordinary.

Seeing his son Long Xiaoyun's respect for Su Changqing in his every move, he thought that Su Changqing must not be an ordinary disciple, and might even be...

"Masters, please take a seat!"

Then, several people found a good seat and sat down.

Long Xiaoyun, Luo Xue, Mu Xiaoxiao and Chi Hao sat down in order according to their seniority, while Su Changqing was invited by Long Zhenrong to sit in the main seat, and Long Zhenrong sat beside him.

"Master, my tea is not as good as Taoist tea, please forgive me!"

Long Zhenrong said modestly.

"King Jing, there is no need to be so restrained. We cultivators pursue nature."

Su Changqing said with a faint smile, and then took a sip of tea. Although it did not have the spiritual charm of spiritual tea, it still tasted sweet and good.

It can be seen that Long Zhenrong took out the best tea in the secular world.

"Haha! Immortal Master is enlightened!"

Long Zhenrong laughed and said.

He did not expect Su Changqing to be so approachable. You must know that in the eyes of mortals, these cultivators with natural immortal roots are all high and mighty.

Even if he is a prince and noble of an empire, he can only nod in a low voice when he meets these cultivators. After all, there is a natural gap between mortals and cultivators.

Looking back at the time, when the Xuantian Dao Sect came to the Tianyuan Dynasty to recruit disciples with immortal roots, Long Xiaoyun was the only one in the entire dynasty who had the best spiritual roots.

Tens of millions of peopleA genius with immortal roots turned out to be his son. When he knew about this, it was the happiest moment in his life for decades!

For this reason, he even set up a buffet for three days to celebrate.

"Xiaoyun, can you introduce the identities of the immortal masters?"

After a few greetings, Long Zhenrong asked Long Xiaoyun.

When Long Xiaoyun heard his father's question, he wanted not to deceive his father, but he remembered what Su Changqing had just said. He looked up at Su Changqing and respectfully asked for his opinion with his eyes.

"Just tell the truth, there is no need to lie in front of King Jing."

Su Changqing said lightly.

After Su Changqing's instruction, Long Xiaoyun said to Long Zhenrong with great joy: "Father, this is my thirteenth uncle, and these three are his disciples, and also my fellow Taoist friends."

"Thirteenth uncle?!"

Long Zhenrong was shocked after hearing this.

"That's right. Uncle Thirteen is the peak master of the Thirteen Peaks of our Dao Sect. He is of the same generation as my son's master, the Peak Master of the Third Peak, so I call him Uncle Thirteen."

Long Xiaoyun explained.

Long Zhenrong was even more surprised and looked at Su Changqing respectfully.

As a prince of the Tianyuan Dynasty, he naturally knew the information about Xuantian Dao Sect.

There are thirteen peaks in total, and there are thirteen peak masters in the thirteen peaks. Together with the leader of the Dao Sect, they are all the most valuable people in Xuantian Dao Sect.

Even in the Dao Sect, let alone these ordinary people, they are no different from those gods. Any one who descends in the dynasty will be treated at the level of state etiquette.

Even the emperor of a dynasty has to kneel down to pay homage to them.

It can be seen how valuable these peak masters are.

It is rumored that these top practitioners have even cultivated to the level of turning their hands to make clouds, turning their hands to make rain, and breaking the sky with a sword.

But Long Zhenrong had never seen one before.

I didn’t expect that today, I would be able to see a peak master in front of my son.

But this peak master looked young, even younger than his son’s age. Isn’t this too surprising?

Could it be that this peak master Su has cultivated to the state of rejuvenation? !