Chapter 21

"Wait a moment, Wukong." Zhou Yang hurriedly called out to Sun Wukong, who was quickly walking into the villa. Once this foodie starts, all the food in the room will be gone without a trace.

"Shopkeeper, I'm really hungry, I want to eat." Sun Wukong's eyelids drooped, and he said weakly.

"Let's start with a roasted whole lamb to tide you over." Zhou Yang felt a bit strange saying this, but he couldn't bear to see Sun Wukong looking so pitiful.

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong took a quick step forward, grabbed the largest roasted whole lamb in the villa, and started devouring it.

"Hello, my name is Zhou Yang." Zhou Yang walked over to a green-haired girl and a pig-headed man.

"Hello, Zhou Yang. I'm Bulma." Bulma, dressed in a pink sports outfit, blushed and said shyly.

"Pervert." Oolong muttered, looking at Bulma with a drooling expression.

"Bang!"

"Go to hell." A punch was deeply driven into Oolong's face.

"Shopkeeper, I'm still not full." In no time, Sun Wukong had already eaten a nearly hundred-pound roasted whole lamb.

"Wukong, I have a banquet later. You can come with me and eat as much as you want." Zhou Yang said, wanting the people from the late Han and Three Kingdoms era to gradually adapt to his magic. Sun Wukong, the tailed youth, was just right for this.

"Zhou Yang, can I come too?" Bulma, standing beside him, pulled Zhou Yang's hand, her watery eyes full of anticipation, as if tears would spill if he refused.

"Of course." Zhou Yang wouldn't refuse such a talented and beautiful girl.

"Oolong, do you like money?" Zhou Yang looked at Oolong, who dared to be angry but couldn't speak, and tempted him with a bright smile.

"Who doesn't like money?" Oolong's eyes sparkled.

"Oolong, follow me." Zhou Yang said, walking towards the Multiverse Tower. Oolong curiously followed behind, and Bulma and Sun Wukong also went along.

"Oolong, take a look at what's inside." Zhou Yang directly opened a box of gold, silver, and jewels, which shimmered with a dazzling golden light.

"So much money." Oolong said.

"So beautiful." Bulma said.

"It's not edible." Sun Wukong said.

"Oolong, I heard you learned transformation techniques at the Transformation Kindergarten. Sell them to me, and you can take three items from this box." Zhou Yang continued to tempt him, thinking that while transformation techniques seemed weak, if he could transform into the head of a sect, wouldn't all the libraries be open to him?

"I'll take five." Oolong's eyes sparkled, and his mouth drooled, thinking of something with a lecherous smile.

"Of course." Zhou Yang said with a smile.

A white jade slip floated out of Oolong's body.

"Ding! Low-level secret technique, Transformation Technique, value: 10,000 value points."

"Ding! The host has gathered 'Ling Shen,' 'Rulai Divine Palm,' and 'Transformation Technique,' three items suitable for a Yellow-grade auction's finale. A Yellow-grade lower auction can now be held."

"A Yellow-grade auction will invite all customers with purchasing potential from the worlds the host can enter during the shopping period."

"Great! Great!" Zhou Yang was overjoyed, and he found Oolong much more likable.

"Let's go to the banquet together." Zhou Yang, in a great mood, took Oolong with him.

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The banquet at the National Master's residence was already well-known throughout the city.

Over two hundred invitations were sent out, and all the civil and military officials of Luoyang were invited, along with their families. Such a grand and special banquet was a first for the Han Dynasty.

When Zhou Yang brought Sun Wukong and the others to the National Master's residence, the servants looked at him with reverence. A pig-headed monster, a tailed youth, and a green-haired girl—none of them looked normal.

Could these be the National Master's friends from the immortal realm?

"Can you help Xiao Gui arrange the banquet, Bulma?" Zhou Yang asked Bulma, who was looking around curiously. As the daughter of the richest man on Dragon Ball Earth, she naturally knew the best way to set up a banquet.

"Sure." Bulma felt energized.

Around 6:30 PM, Jia Xu arrived with his wife and two sons.

"Jia Wenhe, help me keep an eye on the ministers at the banquet." Zhou Yang was only trying to win over the generals and strategists he had recruited. As for the others, he had no patience to chat with them. Once Oolong walked around, everyone would be too intimidated to speak.

The banquet was separated by gender, following Western-style arrangements, but he still adhered to some basic customs of the late Han and Three Kingdoms era. All the women were arranged in the main hall, while the men were in the garden.

After Jia Xu arrived, Lü Bu came with his two wives and a spirited daughter. Gao Shun and Zhang Liao were still bachelors.

When Cao Cao arrived with five wives, two sons, and three daughters, followed by a group of burly men, Zhou Yang's face twitched slightly. Weren't concubines supposed to have a lower status? Lü Bu brought his concubines because he loved his wives, but Cao Cao, a warlord, also brought his concubines?

As time passed and more guests arrived, the venue gradually filled up. Familiar people gathered in small groups, sitting or standing, chatting. Everyone was curious, and while the banquet wasn't as orderly as usual, it was a new experience, feeling more free.

"Grand Tutor Yuan Wei, Grand Minister Wang Yun, Grand Controller Yang Biao... have arrived." As the servants announced the names, the former emperor's key ministers, led by Grand Tutor Yuan Wei, slowly walked in.

They all walked in with expressionless faces.

"Bulma, how's the banquet preparation going?" Zhou Yang asked Bulma, who had come to his side and was daydreaming.

"I'm a genius, everything is ready." Bulma said confidently.

Zhou Yang nodded and instructed Xiao Gui to guide everyone to the garden, which was large enough to accommodate thousands of people, like a small square.

As for the women, they were taken care of by Cao Cao's wife, Lady Ding, and Jia Xu's wife, Lady Li. He had briefly considered having Bulma take care of them but quickly dismissed the idea, fearing what this beautiful girl might do.

"National Master, what are these?" Cao Cao, standing beside him, asked a question that everyone was curious about. Everyone leaned in to listen.

Three stacks of crystal glasses, each taller than a person, were filled with various colored liquids.

"These are drinks. The red ones are red wine, the white ones are white wine, and the orange ones are fruit juice."

The group listened, feeling impressed and high-class. Some looked at the transparent glasses greedily, and if it weren't for the National Master's residence, they would have already taken them.

"National Master, this is my cousin Cao Ren, Cao Chun, Cao Hong, Xiahou Dun, and Xiahou Yuan." Cao Cao, holding a glass of red wine, introduced a group of burly men. Most of their eyes were fixed on Oolong behind Zhou Yang.

"Your family is truly talented. Cao Ren and Xiahou Yuan can serve as commanders in the Cavalry Camp, and Cao Chun, Cao Hong, and Xiahou Dun can serve as military commanders. What do you think, Mengde?" Zhou Yang smiled.

"Thank you, National Master." Cao Cao bowed, and the few people behind him also looked pleased. Who didn't know the Cavalry Camp, which gathered the elite cavalry from Bing and Liang provinces? Even the most ordinary cavalryman was a former squad leader, making it the most elite force in the Han Dynasty.

A military commander led a thousand elite cavalry, and a commander led three thousand elite cavalry.

"National Master, this is my clansman Xun Yu, styled Wenruo, and this is my classmate Guo Jia, styled Fengxiao." Xun You also brought two young scholars and introduced them.

Xun Yu, a great strategist, and Guo Jia, a genius, along with Jia Xu, the poisonous advisor, formed an invincible advisory team.

"Excellent, each of you is a talent of the highest caliber. Wenruo and Fengxiao can serve as advisors and commanders in the Cavalry Camp." Zhou Yang said.

"Thank you, National Master." The two men said calmly, the kind of people who wouldn't flinch even if a mountain collapsed before them.

"Now, please welcome the Chief of the Imperial Guards, Cao Cao, to recite a poem." Suddenly, a colorful light shone on a platform in the garden. Xiao Gui, looking a bit pale, held a microphone and shouted loudly.

"Bulma, did you arrange this?" Zhou Yang's face was a bit strange.

"Of course, how can a banquet be without performances?" Bulma said with a smile.

The light shifted to Cao Cao, who was eating and drinking heartily. For a moment, all eyes were fixed on him, stunned by the light.