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Chapter 256: Eight Directions Dining Hall
Chapter 256: Eight Directions Dining Hall
Amidst the tense atmosphere, the door to the small pavilion opened once again. Everyone's gaze shifted towards it, and they saw a tall, slender youth in a black robe stride out.
Casually, he returned the jade box to Lin Jingyi and calmly scanned the crowd, whose faces were filled with displeasure.
Without a word, he summoned the Crimson Cloud and slowly rose into the air, heading towards the Grand Dry Dynasty's borders at a leisurely pace.
"..."
Hou Wanshan was taken aback, not quite understanding what Lord Shen was thinking.
Instead of quickly returning to the Martial Temple with the treasure or staying in Li Prefecture for a while, he was blatantly leaving in full view of so many people, heading outside the Grand Dry Dynasty.
Wasn't he practically inviting others to rob him?
As expected, the Primordial Sages, after a moment of hesitation, subconsciously restrained their emotions.
Like predators before a hunt, they tried their best to conceal the greed in their eyes.
"Hmm."
Lin Jingyi, feeling a sense of deja vu, glanced sympathetically at the Sages.
The Crimson Cloud in the sky seemed to be strolling, even pausing for a moment to ensure everyone could see where it was headed.
"I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first."
An impatient short man turned and headed towards the crowd, but his companion pulled him back, whispering, "Can't you use your brain?"
Not to mention, the Governor of Li Prefecture hadn't made a move yet, which was clearly a trap, and the youth's poor acting skills made it obvious that they were being played for fools.
...
Outside the Grand Dry Dynasty, Shen Yi stood with his hands behind his back on the Crimson Cloud, accompanied by Qinghua Madam.
They waited quietly for a while.
Shen Yi turned to look back, only to find the sky still empty.
He had hoped to earn some extra money, but it seemed that opportunity had passed.
"They're probably still inquiring about your background."
Qinghua Madam, who seemed to have a good understanding of these cultivators, said softly, "When traveling, opportunities that are too obvious are rarely seized upon by others."
Everyone wanted to take advantage of such opportunities, but they also valued their lives.
Shen Yi retracted his gaze and raised his palms. His long fingers seemed empty, but upon closer inspection, one could see streaks of cold light flowing through them.
Cold Jade Mystic Hands.
Was this the true treasure?
Shen Yi clenched his palms, barely sensing its presence.
Although he hadn't seen many valuable items, judging by the others' reactions, it must be an extremely precious treasure.
"Forget it, I won't wait any longer."
Shen Yi lowered his hands and let Qinghua lead the way.
They completely left the Grand Dry Dynasty's territory, entering an entirely different environment.
There was not a soul in sight, nor were there any roads.
A slight misstep in direction could result in a deviation of thousands of miles from their destination.
According to the travelogues he had read earlier, the Eight Directions Dining Hall was located to the west of the Grand Dry Dynasty, in a valley that wasn't particularly large.
The valley was filled with various rare treasures, which they used to create exquisite medicinal meals.
Although called a dining hall, it was more akin to a pill sect in the eyes of other powers.
A single medicinal meal could rival a top-grade pill.
Hence, it was greatly favored by numerous powerhouses.
"If that cultivator's Daoist Mansion is indeed in the Eight Directions Valley, Qinghua, I estimate... many people should know about it."
Qinghua Madam had visited once, and her knowledge of the situation was likely far more detailed than what was written in the books: "They won't provide meals to just anyone, but they also don't have a habit of turning people away. As they claim to be a dining hall, they never involve themselves in cultivator disputes."
"Precisely because of this, the dining hall has a wide network of friends, including powerful cultivators like Master Nephew Nie of the Mystic Sword. That's why others usually don't dare to cause trouble there."
Qinghua Madam turned to Shen Yi, "Even without revealing your Golden Body, with your cultivation, you'd still be an honored guest."
"I understand."
Shen Yi knew she was reminding him.
When traveling, one must know what to hide and what to display.
Only with sufficient strength can one truly participate in certain matters and avoid unnecessary troubles.
As Lord Shen's words fell, a red glow emanated from his skin.
After breaking through the Primordial Realm and leaving Da Qian for so long, he finally no longer needed to conceal his cultivation.
His figure suddenly accelerated, streaking across the sky.
...
In a magnificent valley, a nine-story tall crimson pagoda-shaped building stood tall.
While not luxurious, it exuded a festive atmosphere.
Unlike Da Qian, where the Martial Temple controlled the situation, this place was devoid of order.
Without the need for concealment arrays, the fact that they could still be so high-profile was enough to prove the Eight Directions Dining Hall's profound heritage.
At this moment, the place was bustling with voices, appearing lively and vibrant.
A crimson cloud streaked across the sky, and a figure in a black robe descended at the entrance of the building, promptly retracting his Dao Infant.
Two young servants raised their eyelids slightly.
The arrival of a Primordial Sage was an event that couldn't be treated lightly, regardless of the location.
However, their attitude at this moment could hardly be considered enthusiastic. In a listless tone, one of them said, "If you're here for a meal, please go to the third floor to find Miss Mei. If you're here for something else... please wait on the first floor."
"..."
Qing Hua Madam hovered in the air, anxiously glancing at her master.
She never imagined that the Eight Directions Dining Hall would now even disregard a Grandmaster.
"Mhm."
Lord Shen nodded slightly, showing no signs of surprise.
He took a step forward and walked inside.
To his surprise, the interior was a hidden paradise, with a spacious hall filled with over two to three hundred small tables placed in a scattered manner.
Qing Hua was momentarily stunned.
She finally understood the reason behind the servants' attitude.
Nearly all of the two to three hundred tables were occupied, yet not a single one had food on it. The people formed several factions, glaring coldly at each other.
Among them, the number of cultivators exuding Primordial Qi could be counted on one hand.
A dining hall that should have been bustling with food was now filled with an air of tension.
Not only were there many who knew about this, but the place was almost packed.
Lord Shen raised an eyebrow and casually chose a table in the corner to sit down.
Those who had been staring at him quickly averted their gazes when they realized he was alone.
Just then, a group of five people strolled in.
Everyone's expressions changed slightly, and they all stood up, saying, "We have met Senior Zhang."
The leader of the group wore a black robe and appeared to be in his prime, with a black beard.
Behind him were three others also clad in black robes, except for one who wore a gray short-sleeved outfit, looking somewhat out of place.
"Radiant Light Cave."
Qing Hua whispered softly.
Lord Shen, sitting in the corner without standing up, went unnoticed by everyone.
He calmly glanced at the gray-robed elder.
The elder had a golden wolf jade talisman hanging at his waist.
The Radiant Light Cave had dispatched a Primordial Sage to deal with the demons, and now they had arrived at the Eight Directions Dining Hall.
Everyone loudly proclaimed their connections, including over ten Grandmasters, but Master Zhang remained unmoved, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.
At that moment, a crimson-robed beauty slowly appeared on the staircase.
She frowned at the group from Radiant Light Cave and said softly, "Master Nephew Zhang is dining upstairs. Please keep the noise down."
Her words seemed to carry a hint of supernatural power.
In an instant, the entire hall became so quiet that even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard.
"..."
Master Zhang's eyes twitched, and without lingering, he led his group up the stairs.
Then, he turned back and said coldly, "Guard here and don't let anyone disturb us... while we dine with Brother Nephew Zhang."
Upon hearing this, the gray-robed elder silently nodded and stood at the staircase entrance.
"Having a Primordial Sage guard the door..."
"What an impressive display."
Although they were blocked downstairs, the numerous cultivators showed no signs of dissatisfaction. Instead, they looked on with awe, their hearts filled with indescribable shock.
No wonder it was the Radiant Light Cave; what a grand gesture.
(End of Chapter)
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