Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 277: Chapter 277 Deities Clash, Mortals Suffer_1

“Such a tainted Spiritual Root, and the Cultivation Technique—even incomplete ones will do—or information about cave dwellings, you can decide for yourself.”

Shen Yi used a Goose Egg Stone to transmit his voice and smoothly handed several Storage Bags to A’Qing.

“Understood.”

A’Qing clutched the bags excitedly. She didn’t know why, but this seemingly unfounded trust from the other party always managed to fill her with inexplicable warmth and joy.

The others were already growing restless and seemed ready to get up and come over.

Just then, a line of attendants descended from upstairs, each carrying a jade tray in hand.

The rich aroma instantly captured everyone’s attention.

The exchange of Precious Tools was even forgotten.

They quickly served delicacies at each table according to the number of people and brought over fragrant medicinal wine.

At the end of the attendants’ procession, Mei Xiyao paced gracefully to a corner.

She stopped slowly, her delicate and pretty face holding a touch of respect, and spoke softly, “Qingfeng Zhenren invites the two of you to talk upstairs.”

A’Qing very consciously excluded herself from the invitation.

With her hands pressed against the tabletop, she watched the attendants go by and couldn’t help swallowing her saliva.

Seeing this, Mei Xiyao chuckled lightly, “Don’t worry, a portion will be prepared for you too.”

“Thank you, Sister.”

A’Qing happily withdrew her gaze.

To the onlookers, however, it was enough to make many shake their heads in secret. Did this fair-faced young man really think he could win over Miss Mei with sweet talk? Having received guests at the Eight Directions Food Pavilion for years, her standards were known to be high as the heavens.

Yet, even Qingfeng Zhenren wished to invite that senior.

He surely did not have a simple background.

“Alright.”

Shen Yi was somewhat puzzled but did not refuse.

After all, having just left Great Qian, he had yet to see many truly formidable experts.

Chen Zhong didn’t care much.

He understood he was just included incidentally and was simply curious why A’Qing was specifically excluded.

The two of them stood up. Shen Yi glanced at A’Qing, “After eating, continue working and don’t wander off.”

“Mm-hmm!”

A’Qing grasped her chopsticks. The delicacies of the Eight Directions Food Pavilion were something she had only heard about from her elders, never having actually tasted them herself.

Shen Yi withdrew his gaze and followed Mei Xiyao upstairs.

They went straight up to the ninth floor.

Even with Chen Zhong’s age, he couldn’t help but look around curiously.

Primordial Grandmasters were seen only on the floors below the fifth.@@novelbin@@

The privilege of ascending to the sixth floor was reserved for those in the Divinity Transformation Realm, and that was only on days when the Eight Directions Food Pavilion held a grand banquet and invited guests from all over.

As for the ninth floor… that was a courtesy extended only to Nie Jun, and it was precisely because of this treatment that the Pavilion dared to set such rules.

“Here we are.”

Qingfeng Zhenren sat behind a wooden table and gestured to them with a lift of his hand.

The place wasn’t as luxurious as Chen Zhong had expected, in fact, it was barely more elaborate than a roadside eatery.

The young man didn’t seem very comfortable, but he still nodded with a smile, “Please, have a seat.”

Shen Yi sat down calmly, “May I ask why the True Man has sought me out?”

Unless he was mistaken, he had had no dealings with Wutong Mountain so far… except for the Gathering Spirit Furnace in his Storage Treasure.

“Such a promising young man, I’m delighted to see you.”

Qingfeng Zhenren’s lips curled upward, not stingy with his praise, “We’ll talk after we eat.”

However, when these words came from his youthful appearance, they seemed somewhat amusing.

Perceiving Shen Yi’s discomfort,

Qingfeng Zhenren rolled his eyes, “I may look young because I advanced swiftly through the Primordial breakthrough. I’ve already lived for over three thousand eight hundred years… Let’s eat.”

With that roll of his eyes, any semblance of his erstwhile sagely demeanor vanished, scarcely befitting a cultivator who had lived nearly four thousand years.

Chen Zhong, a native of Great Qian, had some connections with Wutong Mountain, but he remained silent, not attempting to cosset up due to the True Man’s friendly demeanor.

He knew all too well how proud the disciples of Wutong Mountain were.

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This one is merely better disguised.

Soon, Mei Xiyao lifted the curtain, yet she didn’t have the privilege to serve the dishes—instead, it was the thick-necked old man in charge of carrying the plates, the owner of the Eight Directions Food Pavilion.

The dish was simplicity itself.

Each person was served just one plate, containing a few pieces of tendon meat drenched in thick oil and red sauce.

Qingfeng Zhenren didn’t even use chopsticks, unceremoniously grabbing the meat with his hands and shoving it into his mouth.

Chen Zhong picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks cautiously and after tasting it, his whole face fell into a stupor.

“…”

Shen Yi had just chewed once when a chill flashed in his eyes.

In his mouth, that insignificant piece of meat transformed into demon blood and was swallowed into his stomach.

One piece of meat, one drop of blood.

If this was not the flesh of a Demon Emperor, Shen Yi would crush the plate and swallow it whole.

He didn’t feel that his current status warranted such a valuable treat from others.

Although Chen Zhong did not possess the Blood Transforming Divine Ability, when the beef entered his stomach, he also immediately sensed something was amiss.

He stopped eating, his chopsticks held in midair.

“Why don’t we discuss the matter first, True Man?”

Shen Yi put down his chopsticks and looked across the table.

“No, you really must eat, I’d feel embarrassed to speak otherwise.”

Qingfeng Zhenren waved his hand, swallowing chunks of tendon meat.

Not until his plate was clean did he look up at the two silent figures across from him and said helplessly, “Actually, it has nothing to do with you. I’m mainly here for him today.”

He pointed his finger at Chen Zhong.

“Eh?” Chen Zhong raised his head in astonishment.

The next moment, the old man’s face turned deathly pale.

“Just go back to Great Qian after you finish eating, and you won’t need to come out for a few hundred years.”

Qingfeng Zhenren wiped his hands on his sleeve, “My senior brother directly slaughtered the Blood Transforming Demon Emperor—this, what you’ve eaten, I couldn’t persuade him; he’s got that stubborn personality, whoever annoys him must die.”

“Thousand Demon Cave may not dare to run wild on Wutong Mountain.”

“You’ve seen what happened to the Mysterious Light Cave, a Transcendent Spirit True Man says die and they die.”

“But what worries me most is your Great Qian, those Golden Bodies in the Martial Temple can’t leave the Imperial City, right? Your ancestors are still asleep, and your territory is so vast… Tsk.”

Looking at Chen Zhong about to faint.

Qingfeng Zhenren awkwardly advised, “Actually, it might not be so; they might go after my senior brother next.”

Really, might it not?

Chen Zhong struggled to stay conscious, wondering whether Nie Jun or Great Qian seemed like the easier target—was there really any need for debate?

The Blood Transforming Demon Emperor of the Nineteenth Cave had died just like that… and before that, the White Feathered Demon Emperor had met the same fate.

Wouldn’t Thousand Demon Cave go mad?

The land of Jiuzhou was full of weaknesses, impossible to defend even if one wanted to.

“My Wutong Mountain isn’t one to shy away from responsibility for actions taken; several of my senior brothers and sisters have emerged from retreat, trying to draw the ire of Thousand Demon Cave as much as possible.”

“Anyway… you’re better off looking after yourselves,” Qingfeng Zhenren shook his head.

When immortals battle, mortals suffer.

This was never an empty saying.

Nie Shixiong was just killing demons; he meant no harm, it was just that his eyes were lifted too high, unable to see the common people beneath his feet.

“Senior, Chen must take his leave.”

Chen Zhong shakily stood up, uneasily bowed to Shen Yi, and then walked slowly towards the downstairs.

“How come your complexion doesn’t look too good either?”

Qingfeng Zhenren sighed, then curiously turned his gaze to the young man opposite him.

“Really?” Shen Yi picked up the beef again and brought it to his mouth, his eyes showing no disturbance.

“Maybe it was just my mistake,”

Qingfeng Zhenren faintly smiled, and finally, his youthful face bore a hint of Wutong Mountain’s characteristic air.

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