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Chapter 257: Mystic Sword Zhenren Nie Jun (Thanks to the Alliance Leader, Golden Yellow Fragrant)
Chapter 257: Mystic Sword Zhenren Nie Jun (Thanks to the Alliance Leader, Golden Yellow Fragrant)
The crimson-robed beauty stood on the stairs, silently observing the gray-robed elder with a hint of sentiment in her beautiful eyes.
Mei Xiyao, who had been responsible for the comings and goings at the Eight Directions Dining Hall for hundreds of years, was well-versed in the ways of the world.
With a little thought, she could discern the identity of the elder.
He was not only a Primordial Sage but also sent by the Radiant Light Cave.
The Great Qian Martial Temple used to be one of the top three human powers, but now it was like a tiger fallen in the plains, exuding a hint of desolation.
It was precisely because of its past fame that it became a burden.
Even the Eight Directions Dining Hall, a small power, seemed to be living more freely than them.
"If you need anything, just tell them," Mei Xiyao said politely.
The gray-robed elder turned and nodded slightly, his expression calm and unperturbed.
It wasn't until the crimson-robed beauty turned and went upstairs that the elder withdrew his gaze. He listened to the whispers below, seemingly accustomed to it, and slowly closed his eyes.
In a corner, by a square table, Qinghua stood aloofly. Perhaps it was because she was trying too hard to emulate Shen Yi, but now every move of hers carried a strong resemblance to him.
"My lord, do you want Qinghua to eliminate those cultivators from the Radiant Light Cave?"
"..."
Shen Yi picked up the tea that the young attendant had brought and took a small sip.
He glanced at her quietly.
Using his mind, he replied, "Can you beat them?"
Qinghua Madam thought for a moment and said seriously, "I may not be able to defeat them, but I am willing to fight to the death for you, my lord."
"Calm down, I appreciate your enthusiasm."
Shen Yi put down the teacup and casually glanced at the elder.
To be honest, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable inside.
After all, with the Patrol Commander standing guard, it didn't reflect well on him as the Deputy Patrol Commander.
But being new to the place, he hadn't fully grasped the situation yet.
It wasn't in his nature to act rashly and impulsively for a momentary burst of anger.
The most important goal of this trip was still the cultivator's Daoist mansion.
Ideally, he could obtain treasures similar to Spirit Roots from it.
As for the group from the Radiant Light Cave...
When the opportunity arose, Shen Yi wouldn't mind casually confiscating their Storage Artifacts to take a look at the resources of the Celestial Sect.
After thinking this through, he turned his gaze around the room.
Even after reading numerous books before coming here, he still couldn't identify the identities of the people at a glance.
These people were at least at the Condensing Core Realm.
Among them, there was even a cultivator whose aura was only slightly weaker than that of Master Chang Qing.
"A starving camel is still bigger than a horse. In reality, the cultivators outside aren't stronger than those in Great Qian. It's just that those who dare to participate in the affairs of the cultivator's Daoist mansion have some skills."
Qinghua Madam explained carefully.
"What are they doing?"
Shen Yi saw a group of people standing in a corner, with several jade tokens placed on the table. They spoke in voices that were completely muffled as they concealed their auras.
Qinghua floated over and observed them for a while, staring at the movement of their lips. After a moment, she returned and said, "They are trading treasures. One of them seems to have found a loophole and was taken advantage of by others. They are mocking him."
Trading?
Shen Yi recalled and realized that the most valuable thing he had on him was probably the newly acquired Cold Jade Mystic Silk Hand.
As for other items, they were either irreplaceable, or their value was incomprehensible, or they weren't very useful to cultivators above the Primordial Realm.
It had been a long time since he had replenished his resources.
"Go and investigate, then report back."
Qinghua obediently floated away. After all, she was a demon soul, and others couldn't see her.
She wandered around, east and west.
Soon, she returned with a lot of news.
The most important information was about the cultivator's Daoist mansion in the Eight Directions Valley.
"According to them, this Daoist mansion has actually appeared at least three times before, but no one knew about it. Only the people from the Eight Directions Dining Hall would go in to try and find new ingredients. Later, the people from the Radiant Light Cave learned about it and recorded it in their travel journals."
Qinghua Madam telepathically conveyed her thoughts, "Last time, they miscalculated the timing and arrived too late, avoiding being trapped. Their evacuation was rushed, and their investigation was rather superficial, not even finding the most important treasure trove."
"However, they did discover traces of artifact refinement."
"The owner of this immortal mansion is likely an artificer, which is why Xuan Guang Dong came to investigate a second time."
"These people are just here to try their luck. Generally, major powers are quite generous and won't bother with leftovers."
Shen Yi listened quietly and noticed Qinghua subconsciously glancing upstairs before continuing, "But with Nie Jun here, if he also sets his sights on the immortal mansion, it might affect my master. Should I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Shen Yi directly retracted her communication.
Everything seems to affect her master, and she's afraid of offending him. If she followed her way of doing things, she and the others would probably be lying here today.
He was a 23-zhang golden body, not a 230-zhang one.
At most, he was slightly stronger than an initial Soul Transformation Cultivator, but it also depended on whether the opponent had any hidden deadly moves.
It was far from enough to support Shen Yi's unbridled actions.
As he was deep in thought, a figure with a strong alcohol aura descended the stairs with steady steps.
He appeared young, with messy long hair, and wore a loose, wide blue robe that hung open at the chest, giving off a carefree and unconstrained air.
His narrow eyes seemed calm, but they exuded an inexplicable chill.
"Move aside."
He walked behind the gray-robed elder.
The elder stood frozen in place, only moving to the side after being prompted, and said respectfully, "Senior Nephew Nie."
Nie Jun strode towards the stairs.
In contrast to the commotion when Zhang Zhenren arrived, the entire hall was now silent.
As he descended the stairs, he suddenly turned back and frowned, "Put away that thing at your waist; it's annoying to look at."
Hearing this, the gray-robed elder touched the jade talisman at his waist, hesitating for a moment.
If he hadn't been taught a lesson, who would want to embarrass themselves and their affiliated power at the same time?
It wasn't that he didn't want to put it away; he just didn't dare.
"I told you to put it away. Can you understand?" Nie Jun spoke indifferently. He didn't need to ask the reason, nor did he care who the elder was wary of.
The gray-robed elder no longer hesitated and quickly put away the jade talisman, "Thank you, Senior Nephew Nie."
As Nie Jun reached the door, a mystic light flew out of his sleeve, transforming into a wide mystic sword. He stepped onto the sword, and his entire person suddenly vanished from the spot.
Breathing sounds resumed in the hall.
Even Zhang Zhenren from Xuan Guang Dong descended from the third floor to confirm that Nie Jun had truly left before heaving a sigh of relief.
If Nie Jun also took a liking to this immortal mansion, even if Zhang Zhenren was unwilling, he would have to graciously give way and might even have to thank him for his efforts.
Mei Xi Yao walked out of the Eight Directions Dining Hall to see him off, standing respectfully for hundreds of breaths.
Only then did she turn and re-enter the hall.
Immediately, several Primordial Grandmasters surrounded her, "Miss Mei, Senior Nephew Nie has finished his meal..."
The owner of the Eight Directions Dining Hall had only prepared the meal for Nie Jun. That old man had the ability to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, and his culinary skills were no less than refining a precious pill. Everyone knew that Nie Jun only consumed the essence of the dishes.
(End of Chapter)
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