Douluo: The soul skills are too abstract, Tang San burst into tears!.

At this time, the outside of the compound was very lively.

A grand banquet is being prepared in full swing.

The members of the Min clan began to get busy since early morning, and everyone's face was filled with excitement and pride that was difficult to conceal.

In the square of the station, chefs were busy cooking various delicious dishes in the makeshift kitchen.

The clattering sounds of pots and pans interweave into a unique cooking melody.

Center of the field.

"Hey, kid, put the roast duck on the table, don't drop it on the floor."

A fat middle-aged member of the Min clan shouted to a young member of the clan.

"Don't worry, Master. I'm reliable."

The young tribesman responded with a grin.

Around the square, the tribesmen carefully arranged the banquet venue.

The colorful ribbons fluttered gently in the breeze, as if they were cheering for this victory.

Round dining tables are neatly arranged, covered with brand new tablecloths, tableware is neatly placed, and filled with all kinds of delicious dishes, smelling fragrant, waiting for the arrival of guests.

In the very center of the square.

A temporary stage was set up in preparation for the celebratory performances to be held later.

Several young tribesmen were adjusting the sound equipment around the stage, and bursts of cheerful laughter could be heard from time to time.

"Hey, hey, hey, one, two, three, four."

A tribesman was testing a microphone.

"Oh, turn up the volume of this speaker a little bit, otherwise no one will be able to hear you later."

The tribesman shouted to another tribesman who was fiddling with the speakers.

"I know, I know. Don't rush me. It will be done soon." The tribesman who was adjusting the sound system responded.

As time went by, guests arrived one after another.

Dugu Bo and Zhuge Lan arrived at the banquet after being personally welcomed by the White Crane tribe leader.

Dugu Bo was still wearing his iconic green robe, and his green hair looked particularly dazzling under the setting sun.

Zhuge Lan was dressed in a blue suit, with an upright posture and a majestic demeanor.

Zhuge Lan was holding Bai Chenxiang's hand. Her oval face was delicate and small, and her fair skin looked as delicate and smooth as mutton-fat jade against the backdrop of her white robe.

Sometimes there is a lively light in his eyes, as if he hides countless wonderful ideas; sometimes he is firm and persistent, which moves people.

Her long eyelashes are slightly curled up, like two small fans, and when she blinks gently, they seem to be able to fan a gentle breeze.

Those pink lips are like petals covered with dew in the morning. When they are slightly raised, a sweet smile is revealed. When she smiles, there are two faint dimples on her cheeks, which are full of playfulness and cuteness.

Her long, shiny black hair falls softly on her shoulders and back like a waterfall. Occasionally, a few strands of hair flutter in the breeze, adding a bit of lively beauty.

Zhuge Lan looked at Bai Chenxiang, his eyes full of tenderness and love.

The banquet officially started.

Sitting at the main seat at the banquet was Bai He, the patriarch of the Min clan.

He was wearing a gorgeous robe, smiling, with satisfaction in his eyes.

Sitting next to him were Dugu Bo and Zhuge Lan.

Humph--

There is now Zhuge Lan between him and his precious daughter.

It's so infuriating. I feel helpless as if my own daughter has been kidnapped.

The White Crane Patriarch stood up, raised his glass, and said loudly:

"Dear clansmen and friends, we gather here today to celebrate the victory of our Min clan."

The sound caused an uproar among the whole tribe, and everyone cheered happily.

Chief Baihe continued:

"In the battle with the Spirit Hall, we united as one, resisted tenaciously, and finally won. This is inseparable from the efforts of every member of the tribe. Let us raise our glasses together and toast to the victory!"

Everyone raised their glasses and shouted in unison:
"Cheers to victory!" After a round of white wine, the White Crane tribe leader said:
"This victory is inseparable from the help of Senior Du Douluo and Brother Zhuge Lan."

"If it weren't for your timely help this time, maybe our Min clan..."

The White Crane tribe leader sighed, and Zhuge Lanji quickly stood up.

"Oh my, my clan leader, you are too polite. The Spirit Hall has committed many evil things. It is our duty to protect our homeland."

"cheers!"

Zhuge Lan shouted to everyone.

"cheers!"

All the tribesmen responded one after another.

Two rounds of drinking.

Chief Baihe filled his own glass, raised it and said to Zhuge Lan:
"Brother Zhuge Lan, I have been listening to rumors and have been prejudiced against you. This is very disrespectful. I will drink a glass of wine as a punishment."

"That's not necessary! I'm used to that stuff."

After hearing this, Zhuge Lan quickly picked up the wine glass and drank with Chief Baihe.

"But, I also paid a heavy price..."

"My precious daughter has been captured by you!"

The White Crane chief said uncomfortably.

"Dad, what are you talking about..."

Bai Chenxiang lowered her head shyly, a blush appeared on her face, and she scolded in a low voice, but she felt very happy in her heart.

Zhuge Lan scratched his head embarrassedly and casually picked up the side of the dish on the table to eat to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"Son-in-law, you have to be nice to my Xiang'er, otherwise I won't be polite to you!"

Chief Baihe said calmly.

"Don't worry, father-in-law. Even if Xiang'er abuses me a thousand times, I will definitely treat her like my first love."

Zhuge Lan answered confidently.

When the tribesmen at the banquet heard this, they all shouted and made a fuss.

"Drink! Let's go!"

When Chief Baihe heard what Zhuge Lan said, he was overjoyed.

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere of the banquet became more and more lively.

A little boy from the Min clan suddenly jumped down from his seat, ran to the stage, picked up the microphone and said loudly: "I want to be like the adults in the future and defeat those bad guys in the Spirit Hall!"

His childish but firm voice made everyone laugh.

Bai He laughed and said loudly:

"Okay, little guy, then you must practice hard and become the pride of our Min clan in the future."

The little boy nodded vigorously, then skipped off the stage and rushed into his mother's arms, smiling happily.

At another table, several drunken tribesmen began discussing the details of the battle that morning.

"Let me tell you, I fought off several guys from the Spirit Hall by myself."

A red-faced tribesman said, patting his chest.

"Humph."

"You're just bragging. If I hadn't been the one to sneak attack those guys from behind, you might not be able to drink here in good health."

Another member of the tribe retorted unconvinced.

"Then I fought three Spirit Hall people head-on! I used my speed to dodge all their attacks and almost let them kill each other!"

The first tribesman was not convinced.

"Well, anyway, we won in the end, and that's all that matters."

The third tribesman smiled and tried to smooth things over. (End of this chapter)