Chapter 250: Chapter 250: Let Show You Too_1
“Using Upper Realm Demon Kings as food? Do they also have Transcendent Cultivators?” Shen Yi asked, sowhat surprised.
“No, that’s not the case. Their culinary skills are astonishing and loved by many powerful beings. Like that Demon King, for instance, was sent by Wutong Mountain’s Mystical Sword True Person. After Nie Jun had consud the essence, the Eight Directions Food Pavilion hosted another feast, which so Demon Emperors from the Thousand Demon Cave also attended.”
Lady Qinghua spoke tactfully.
But Shen Yi raised an eyebrow—wasn’t this just eating leftovers?
To have Demon Emperors eating leftovers, their cooking skills must be outrageously good… Of course, there was also that Mystical Sword True Person, who could make a group of fierce demons willingly accept his second-hand offerings.
Tsk.
Shen Yi shook his head, filled with emotion.
Here he was, not even daring to reveal his Primordial Realm cultivation, yet soone else was commanding respect from demons rely with their reputation.
His own influence was still too weak.
“My lord possesses peerless Divine Skills. Given ti, he will surely astound all heroes. Even the Mystical Sword True Person will have no choice but to bow down and serve before my lord,” Lady Qinghua said, bowing respectfully.
“If you dare to go out and say that, you can forget about ever leaving here in this lifeti,” Shen Yi warned silently as he glanced over. He had no desire to attract a heap of inexplicable hatred before even stepping out the door.
However, he was definitely going to visit the Eight Directions Food Pavilion.
Lady Qinghua’s analysis of the situation was rather vague.
For example, why did the cultivator’s caves appear near the Thousand Demon Cave? What was the identity of those cultivators who left behind the caves, where had they gone, and what was the attitude of the Thousand Demon Cave and the Immortal Sect toward loose cultivators?
All of this was unknown.
But one thing was certain.
Even disciples of the Immortal Sect had to search inside the caves for their paths forward.
And if he wanted to make ands to the Martial Temple, he didn’t necessarily need to stay in the Great Qian all the ti. Establishing a substantial reputation might even yield better results.
Before making ands, filling his own stomach reasonably shouldn’t be asking too much.
Shen Yi walked out of the room.
He went to the mountaintop and saw the busy Sect Master, “I’m going back to the Martial Temple. I will co after a month to collect it.”
“Rest assured, Officer Shen, the progress is even smoother than I anticipated,” Lin Jingyi said. Once he started the weapon forging, he no longer trembled when he spoke, rely glancing back at Shen Yi briefly, replying succinctly before turning his attention back to his work.
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Great Qian Imperial City, Martial Temple.
The night was deep and quiet.
A crimson cloud gently descended upon the armor courtyard.
Shen Yi, out of habit, brushed off his sleeves, ready to return to his quarters when he saw a hunched figure.
The gaunt face emotionless, looking towards him.
Then cracking a grin, the smile skin-deep as he said, “Junior Brother Shen, long ti no see.”
“…”
Such a chill in the middle of the night.
Shen Yi inwardly complained, then gave a slight nod, “Senior Brother Wu.”
Wu Dao’an looked deeply at the young man, and then heaved a sigh, beckoning, “Follow .”
Shen Yi was puzzled but followed the other man towards the main hall.
The hall was empty, save for a Yin God floating within.
On the ditation cushions, there were two boxes.
“Grandmaster Zhu,” Wu Dao’an appeared sowhat desolate, simply offering a greeting.
Zhu Jue nodded, then turned to Shen Yi, “Junior brother…”
He seed to want to say sothing but just sighed.
At this, Wu Dao’an watched, slightly puzzled. He had never seen Grandmaster Zhu reveal such an expression to others—it was as if he was… seeking help?
Never mind…
Wu Dao’an turned back with a bitter smile, “I advised you not to wander around last ti, but you would not listen no matter what, and the old man is tired of saying it. Look here,” he said.
With that, he bent down and opened the two wooden boxes.
Each box, cushioned by golden-yellow soft fabric, contained a small jade doll.
“You might not know what these are…”
“How did they die?”
Shen Yi walked slowly to the front of the wooden box and cut off the other person’s words.
This jade doll was unmistakably the Dao Infants of two fallen Primordial Grandmasters.
“Uh…” Wu Dao’an opened his mouth but didn’t expect the youngster to actually recognize them, though it did save him a lot of talking.
He closed his eyes: “We don’t know how they died, because we’re not worthy to know.”
Wu Dao’an usually referred to this group of people as coarse martial n.
But at this mont, he took a deep breath with effort, crouching beside the wooden box, his sparse hair looking sowhat bleak.
His hoarse voice also lost a bit of vitality.
Whether it was the backbiting of colleagues or the stagnation in cultivation, nothing was more distressing than this junior brother joking about his life every other day.
“Shen Yi, the old man has given you all he could… don’t scare anymore… Can you?”
“Consider it begging you.”
The old man looked sowhat pitiful, Zhu Jue floated lightly beside him, stretching out his hand to straighten those few sparse strands of hair.
“Don’t ss with my hair!”
Wu Dao’an glared at him unhappily, and Zhu Jue smacked his lips, suddenly a trace of golden light erged from his brow.
He carelessly pinched the golden light between his fingers and shook it at the old man.
“…”
Gazing at that insignificant speck of golden light, yet it illuminated his entire field of vision.
Wu Dao’an’s mouth gaped open, his eyeballs nearly bulging out of their sockets.
Had Senior Brother Zhu achieved enlightennt after being silent for three thousand nine hundred years?!
While he was still stunned, he suddenly felt soone pat his shoulder.
Wu Dao’an turned around in wonder.
Then he locked eyes with a pair of bright golden eyes, the seven-foot-tall Golden Body Dharma Identity squatted behind him, touching his hair with the tip of its finger.
To guard against the old ancestor, this ti Shen Yi simply took over Qinghua’s consciousness.
“Are we done?”
The Golden Body Dharma Identity uttered a deep voice.
Zhu Jue, pinching the golden light, suddenly felt a bit awkward and quietly put it back in his brow.
He hadn’t expected the junior brother to be willing to show Wu a glimpse of the Golden Body Dharma Identity.
Exposing one’s cultivation realm before the Golden Body fully ford was an act of great trust.
“Quick, put it away!”
Wu Dao’an suddenly snapped out of it and urged anxiously.
The Golden Body transford into a bead and returned to the sea of qi.
Shen Yi opened his eyes.
He wouldn’t do sothing like revealing his realm.
The reason for deploying the Golden Body was because after tonight, it was highly likely that it would no longer be his realm.
“…”
Wu Dao’an sat down on the ground, drained. He had intended to use the demise of two Primordial Grandmasters to give Shen Yi a lesson.
But unexpectedly, the other party had given him a lesson out of the blue.
Ordinary people should mind their own business and leave the prodigies be…
A Golden Body Dharma Identity was only a step away from the true Divinity Transformation Realm.
Once the other party crossed that step,
next ti… the Mysterious Light Cave might need to provide a plausible cause of death instead of casually sending back a corpse without bothering to say a word.
Wu Dao’an silently looked at the two wooden boxes.
His feelings were too complex to express.
Then he suddenly rembered sothing, “Since Junior Brother Shen is already… doesn’t that an you don’t need to go out in person anymore?”
The Golden Body goes out, while the flesh stays in the Martial Temple.
Even if sothing happens, at least the return of the Yin God gives an additional contingency.
“That won’t do, I still need to go,” Shen Yi said casually.
This ti, not only Wu Dao’an but also Zhu Jue rubbed the back of their heads, uncertain what to say.
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