Chapter 400: Beware of Those Who Can’t Order Dishes

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The two sides naturally exchanged pleasantries for a while. Wang Feng said enthusiastically to Liu Yishou, "Brother, I hope you don’t mind a few extra guests at the dinner table later?"

A few extra guests... Wasn’t this just taking advantage of the situation?

Liu Yishou cursed inwardly but maintained a perfectly natural smile. "The princess of the Ice Spirit Kingdom has arrived, and we were unaware. It’s already my fault for not providing proper hospitality—how could I mind? Guests are always welcome. Captain Wang Feng, please feel free; no need to be so polite."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone called out from across the lobby, "Captain Wang Feng!"

"Brother Fantecy!"

More people?

Everyone turned to see seven or eight figures dressed in Fire God Holy Sanctuary attire approaching. Leading them was Valaroca, the captain of Fire God Holy Sanctuary, accompanied by Fire Mountain’s goddess Nailuo Luo, the fiery warrior Chai Jing, and others.

Valaroca strode forward with a hearty laugh. "After hearing about your great victory in Winterdeep, we couldn’t sit still. Since we had nothing to do back at Fire Mountain, we decided to come watch your match against Xifeng. Hah, we just arrived this morning—what perfect timing!"

"You’re staying at this hotel too?" Wang Feng asked.

"This place isn’t cheap, and we’re not on official expenses. We’re staying across the street," Retsun Chai Jing said with a grin. "Just now, Nailuo Luo spotted you entering this hotel, so we rushed over—and sure enough, it’s you!"

"Hell, you came all this way just to stay in some cheap dump?" Without hesitation, Wang Feng waved his hand and rapped on the check-in counter. "Get my brothers the best rooms you’ve got—one each!"

"This is too much..."

"We’re brothers, aren’t we? Then stop being so polite! Go grab your stuff first. This hotel’s decent—I’ve already checked. Once you’re settled, we’ll feast tonight and drink until dawn!"

The Fire God Holy Sanctuary crew were all straightforward folks. Wang Feng’s words made them feel respected, and they beamed with delight. Without ado, they turned to fetch their belongings.

Liu Yishou stood nearby, opening and closing his mouth several times before finally speaking. "Captain Wang Feng, the thing is, Senior Brother Zhao only asked me to host—"

"Look who’s playing big spender~" Wang Feng didn’t even bother listening, whistling mockingly instead.

Liu Yishou’s face darkened as he forced down his words. With difficulty, he nodded at the questioning front desk clerk.

But Wang Feng’s next words nearly made him choke on his own rage: "Add two more tables for the banquet. There’s a crowd. Winnie, you know food—you order!"

"Order? What’s order? I only know how to order the whole menu." Winnie finally caught on to Wang Feng’s scheme and grinned. "How many menus do you have? Bring everything—three times over. And the best alcohol—nothing under a thousand gold. These guys drink like demons. If you’re short, stock up before dark!"

Liu Yishou almost collapsed upon hearing this.

It wasn’t that Xifeng Holy Sanctuary couldn’t afford it—they could cover any cost. The problem was Senior Brother Zhao Ziyue footing the bill... Wouldn’t he skin Liu Yishou alive afterward?

Damn, these Rose bastards really had no shame!

Dawn’s glow bathed the mountain forest as thousands of Gandharva people silently ascended the stone steps toward the Celestial Song Temple. Men and women, young and old, all wore ceremonial silks, carrying instruments or incense caskets and perfume pouches. Passersby regarded them with admiration.

The steps led to the Celestial Song Temple, a sacred structure built into the mountainside—one of the Gandharvas’ musical sanctuaries. Every dawn and dusk, tens of thousands would come to pray or fulfill vows. The temple gates stood open, and Yin Fu, clad in ritual robes, stepped onto fragrant mist before a censer. As the young high priestess and designated successor to the temple’s lord, she served as bridge between the Deity of Melody and the Gandharvas.

The musicians could only gather in the plaza before the temple, where a sound-barrier rune array confined all music within three meters. Thus, every few paces, groups shared musical secrets, occasionally performing—yet all sound remained contained.

Suddenly, a voice shattered the array, echoing across the temple. A male Gandharva, playing a lute, sang with tones that pierced the heavens. The performers paused, gazing at him with admiration—only those who grasped music’s soul could break the array’s limits.

When his song ended, a priest ushered him reverently to Yin Fu.

"Hymn to the Song Deity. Your name?" Yin Fu smiled, touching his forehead with her fingertip. A glowing sigil appeared briefly before vanishing.

"Hail the God of Music and Song, I am the rankless singer Shashang." The male singer's voice trembled slightly as he received the rune, his heart swelling with emotion.

"Brother Shashang, in the name of the divine, I bestow upon you the title of First-Tier Singer. This is your Singer’s Badge. From this moment, you are an official singer of the Heavenly Song Mansion. May you always heed the teachings of the divine..."

Yin Fu’s petite face lit up with a radiant glow, and her voice gradually deepened. To Shashang, it was no longer Yin Fu's voice he heard, but the lofty, ethereal yet profound teachings of the divine.

On the steps nearby, hidden behind a gauzy curtain, Lucky Heaven gave a faint smile. In her gaze, Shashang's soul grew smoother and brighter under the guidance of Yin Fu's teachings—a unique "awakening" ritual of the Gandharva clan.

Having received this awakening, Shashang soon returned to the square wearing a Soul Singer’s Badge bestowed by the Heavenly Song Mansion. He accepted the congratulations of the crowd with pride, for in the Gandharva faith, only the songs of a Soul Singer were deemed worthy of pleasing the gods.

Meanwhile, Yin Fu was now receiving a Gandharva girl cradling an incense box. The young woman wore a delicate white veil embroidered with red exotic flowers, its lower corners adorned with two small incense burner symbols.

"Second-Tier Incense Master."

"She has crafted exotic incense as an offering to the gods!"

The singers and musicians in the square went quiet, all eyes turning toward Yin Fu.

The incense crafted by the Gandharva was one of the economic pillars of the Datura Empire, but to the Gandharva, incense was their greatest offering to the gods. Music and song were for pleasing and serving the divine, while incense was an act of devotion. Legend held that the ancestral gods of the Gandharva fed on incense.

"Lesser High Priestess." The female incense master knelt in deep reverence before Yin Fu, raising the incense box above her head in a gesture of worship to the gods.

Yin Fu accepted the box with solemn care. After a prayer to the gods, she gently lifted the lid, releasing a delicate yet enduring fragrance. Inside lay three incense pellets, faintly pulsing with soul energy.

With her own hands, Yin Fu opened the incense burner before her and placed one pellet inside. A wisp of spirit flame ignited the pellet, and instantly, the fragrance soared into the sky.

The divine bell in the main hall of the Heavenly Song Mansion suddenly boomed—a divine response, ringing without human touch.

Immediately, eighteen priests clad in Gandharva celestial robes filed out, dancing in a circle around the incense.

"Congratulations! Your incense has been accepted by the gods! May we know its name?"

"The incense is named 'Blissful Flame.'"

Yin Fu carefully inscribed the name on the incense box and then imprinted a third incense burner symbol on the maiden's veil, marking her as a Third-Tier Incense Master.

Outside in the square, the crowd burst into cheers. Witnessing the consecration ceremony of a Third-Tier Incense Master was a moment of glory for every Gandharva present.

Unfortunately, no other singers or musicians cleared the trials that followed, and none of the subsequent incense offerings triggered the divine bell's toll to signify advancement.

By the time morning passed, the Gandharva gathered in the square had dispersed in an orderly fashion. Yin Fu exhaled deeply and rose to return to the inner chambers, only to spot Lucky Heaven. She stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Dear Yin Fu, you really do look the part now." Lucky Heaven smiled softly. She had long confided in Yin Fu about her impending marriage. Though reluctant, she knew her brother was right—as a princess of the celestial race, she had a duty to set an example and make sacrifices for the empire's future.

"Sister, are you still troubled about the matter of the Holy Son?"

Indra’s position was clear: whatever decision she made, she should at least meet and understand him first. In the words of Wang Village, it was like an arranged meeting—a matchmaking session.