25 Green hat

Suddenly, a resounding bell rang through the air, its chime echoing across the realm.

Ding-dong!

"The assembly has begun." an announcement was made loud and clear for all to hear. Every cultivator felt a little nervous when they heard the bell ring, as it symbolised the beginning of the assembly.

"Let's go." said the sect master of the Blue Wave Sect with a little apprehension, and they all travelled on foot. Everyone had a tacit understanding not to fly, so as not to accidentally offend the young master.

Upon entering the venue, they were greeted with floating platforms, a floating arena, and a floating throne next to it. Although they all had different conjectures about it, they remained silent and took their seats according to their status, as if they had a tactical understanding of the arrangement.

The ancestors sat in the first seats, followed by the sect leader and the elders. Next came the core disciples of the sect, followed by the inner disciples, and so on, until the last few seats were for the lone cultivators.

In this realm, only four sects reigned supreme, standing as pillars of power and influence. Over time, these sects had come to an unspoken understanding—a delicate balance of strength and cooperation. Each sect recognized that attempting to destroy one another would only lead to mutual losses. Instead, they had agreed to swiftly eliminate any emerging sects that threatened their stability and resources.

After all, the resources within this realm were scarce and coveted, making every cultivator's path fraught with challenges and fierce competition. As a result, the majority of cultivators aligned themselves with one of the four major sects, striving to gain favor, support, and access to limited resources. Yet, there were also lone cultivators, individuals who had not found their place among the sects, either due to a lack of talent or circumstances beyond their control.

As for the mortals, they were oblivious to the existence of cultivators, living their lives like ants, completely unaware of the extraordinary beings surrounding them.

As the cultivators settled in their seats, including the Dragon Sect members taking their respective places, they anxiously awaited the arrival of the young master the host of the event.

Suddenly a chilling and overwhelming aura suddenly descended upon the assembly. It engulfed the cultivators, sending shivers down their spines and filling their hearts with sheer terror. The intensity of this aura was unimaginable, causing their breaths to catch and their bodies to tremble involuntarily.

In the presence of such a terrifying force, even some cultivators with formidable cultivation levels found themselves entranced, their bodies instinctively bowing in reverence as if under a hypnotic spell. The sheer power and weight of the aura alone rendered them powerless, overwhelmed by its unrelenting pressure.

Each cultivator felt their heartbeats quicken, their pulses racing, as the atmosphere became charged with an undeniable sense of foreboding. The moment seemed suspended in time, as they collectively braced themselves for what was to come, unsure of the origin or purpose of this terrifying presence.

From the depths of the void, a majestic ship materialized, sailing through the ethereal expanse. Emerging from within the vessel was a young man with golden hair and piercing eyes, exuding a terrifying aura that enveloped the surroundings. His very presence commanded attention, his striking features resembling that of a banished immortal, an otherworldly being of unrivaled allure.

Clothed in a resplendent golden robe, he seemed to embody the essence of strength and power itself. Every step he took resonated with a primal force, captivating the eyes of those who beheld him. Despite his remarkable appearance, his countenance remained impassive, giving away little of his thoughts or emotions as he advanced towards the throne.

The cultivators in attendance couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and trepidation as they watched the young man's approach. His aura, radiating an indomitable energy, left an indelible impression upon their hearts, instilling both reverence and fear. It was as though the very fabric of existence quivered in his presence, acknowledging his extraordinary might.

Walking behind the young man, an entourage of three women, each possessing an unparalleled beauty, graced the assembly with their presence. These women, bearing collars inscribed with the name "Lu Shen," moved with a submissive demeanor, clearly acknowledging their role as followers and supporters.

The first among them, with a golden horn adorning her head, trailed closest to Lu Shen, emanating an air of regality and grace. Her presence captivated the attention of those around her, drawing the eyes of many towards her alluring figure.

Following closely behind was a woman with stunning blue hair, exuding an air of mystery and allure. Her captivating presence commanded attention, leaving an indelible impression on those who dared to meet her gaze.

Lastly, a woman with vibrant green hair completed the trio. Her mesmerizing beauty, accentuated by her snow-white complexion and perfectly sculpted curves, seemed to defy mortal standards. She possessed an irresistible charm, capable of stirring desire in even the most restrained hearts.

If the hot blooded youth didn't know there place they all would have jumped at them by now. After all they can be considered as the number one beauty but the terrifying aura radiated by the young man made them bow they didn't dare to have any thought all except one guy.

Zhang wei who was sitting amongst his fellow inner disciple felt a sense of resentment upon laying eyes on his childhood lover standing obediently behind Lu Shen. In that moment, he felt as if he were wearing a green hat.

After all, after getting his cheat his over confidence has build up and has already considered all the beautiful woman he met till now his.

"Damn that bastard young master! I will kill you miserably. How dare you touch what's mine." Zhang Wei thought with seething hatred, clenching his hand in anger.

However, he was aware of his limits and knew that it was not his time yet so he suppressed his feelings deep within.

"Hahaha, how does it feel to wear a green hat, my dear protagonist?" Lu Shen contemplated with a sinister amusement, sitting in his Throne.