klisemfg Chapter 942 Youth
Chapter 942 Youth
"Spiritual herb wine?" Yan Yixuan's gaze sharpened as she felt the immense spiritual power rolling on her tongue. Suddenly, the figure of the young man, who appeared to be about the same age as her, began to blur.
Am I...drunk?
Immediately following was the sound of four heads cracking walnuts, which came from the table. His confused consciousness belatedly realized: "We've fallen for their trap! But he drank it too, so why is he alright?"
Reading Yan Yixuan's gaze, Changqing smiled slightly: "How could someone who drugged you be drugged by their own medicine? You're still so young, aren't you? You dare drink something offered by a stranger? Today is your first lesson in the ways of the world."
Another sound of a head hitting the table rang out.
He picked up his wine jar, leisurely returned to the table, and sat down to eat again, as if nothing had happened. The guests at other tables were all terrified. To knock down a celestial being in broad daylight, they felt that being on the same floor as this guy meant certain death! They all began to leave their seats.
Until only the faint snoring and the sounds of the two little ones vying for food remained on the top floor.
After finishing his candied hawthorn, Sun Ming'en licked his lips. "You took down an immortal in just over ten breaths, Brother Ji. Your methods are indeed swift." He looked at the wine jar beside Chang Qing and was about to reach for it when Chang Qing stopped him. "It'll explode if you drink it!"
The hand trembled violently and reluctantly withdrew.
Changqing looked at Sun Ming'en with a gentle smile on his lips. He switched the wine jar in his hand and placed a jar of emerald green sake on the table: "It's very nourishing. A small cup every three days is enough to make up for your weakness. Drinking too much will cause internal heat."
Sun Ming'en, on the other hand, dared not take it. His gaze swept across Chang Qing's face as if seeking confirmation, but all he saw was calmness.
Bring over the small wine jar, gently uncork it, and a rich, fresh aroma of herbs wafts out. Pour a small cup, savor it slowly, and your eyes light up. Your stomach, which wasn't hungry before, suddenly grows ravenous, and you start fighting with the two little ones for food.
The meal lasted half an hour. As the setting sun dipped below the horizon, the spirit stone lanterns on the street lit up, their long lines of light covering the buildings, dazzlingly bright. The various colored light bands gave Changqing a somewhat dazed feeling: "Cyberpunk??"
It's almost there.
When the waiter was told that Yan Yixuan and her party would need to sleep for several days before waking up, the waiter nodded repeatedly in agreement, promising to take good care of them. He agreed so readily, as if afraid that the man in front of him would get angry and make him fall for him.
As night fell, Changqing, unusually, became interested and led the three of them to wander around the streets. They bought all sorts of novel trinkets, furniture, tables, chairs, and benches without hesitation, spending money like water, which made Sun Ming'en's heart clench.
“This stuff is enough to open several stores,” Sun Ming’en reminded him.
Changqing shook his head: "Not nearly enough! We're still short of medicinal herbs!!"
After a shopping spree that lasted until late at night, when her earrings were already overflowing, she finally stopped. The two little ones beside her had already changed into new clothes and kept looking at them with great curiosity.
As for Sun Ming'en, he said he had a heart condition and went home.
It wasn't until the third day in the city that they were able to use the spatial passage. Their destination was Xianwu City. Of course, they were charged a spirit crystal as a toll, which was indeed a bit of a rip-off for ordinary people.
The airship was enormous, and there were several merchant caravans on board. Several familiar faces greeted Sun Ming'en, suggesting he was well-liked.
The space tunnel allows one to travel billions of miles to the outside world in a single day, and it is accessible to ordinary people. Changqing couldn't help but sigh that this was a good thing, but the price was a bit exorbitant, and most ordinary people couldn't afford to ride it.
Just as they entered, in several rooms of a towering restaurant in the city, someone sat up, clutching their head, the immense heaviness in their head causing them unbearable pain.
Yan Yixuan held her head, her delicate brows slightly furrowed. Her memory lingered on a teasing face, and she could still hear that person's voice: "Today is your first lesson in seeing the world!"
Suddenly realizing they had been drugged, they hurriedly checked themselves. Their clothes were disheveled, but it was clear they had been pressed down while asleep. The inner lining was intact. After sitting cross-legged and examining themselves, they found their primordial yin energy was still intact, indicating no one had done anything improper to them. Moreover, within their abdominal dantian, in the ninefold waterfall, a large mass of spiritual energy was accumulated, waiting for them to refine it.
The situation was unclear, so the group quickly gathered together, exchanged ideas, and reached a conclusion on whether or not they should seek revenge.
"Our Danxin Manor has never suffered such a humiliating disgrace! No, this revenge must be taken!!"
Yan Yixuan frowned and expressed a different opinion: "I don't think so. That person must be a fellow cultivator. He took advantage of our lack of vigilance and gave us a lesson. You also drank that spirit wine. It is not an ordinary thing, nor is it something that people of our cultivation level can enjoy. I suppose that person has a very high status. If we go to seek revenge, I can't guarantee that the other party will kill us to silence us."
"He dares to cause trouble on my sect's territory! Even if he had a few more guts, he wouldn't stand for it!" A new generation disciple from Zilin Garden lost his temper, no longer daring to be bullied on his home turf: "Fairy Yan, please wait here in this city. I'll catch that thief and come back to apologize to you."
Yan Yixuan wanted to go along, but was stopped: "Why trouble the fairy to come personally for such a trivial matter? And to prevent you from getting splattered with blood, just watch!"
Another handsome young cultivator, at this moment, showed off his biceps like a sycophant.
"Hehe, then I'll trouble you all~" With a charming smile that revealed her great talent, Yan Yixuan did not stop the group from going, because she herself had also developed a great curiosity about the unfathomable young man.
"Smash!" The cultivator from the Purple Bamboo Forest kicked the door open, grabbed a forty-meter-long sword, and led two others out in a grand and imposing manner.
Watching their retreating figures, Yan Yixuan chuckled, "If even they can't pass the test, they're not qualified to be my male concubine! Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, hehe, I'll definitely bring you down." With a wave of her arm, the door, which had been shattered into pieces, was restored, and she prepared to refine the pure spiritual energy in her Qi Sea.
After a series of inquiries, the disciples of Zilin Garden learned that three days had passed, which made them very anxious. Fortunately, the other party's caravan was conspicuous enough, and they soon found out where the caravan was. However, the result was a slap in the face to the three of them. The caravan had left half a day ago, causing their boast to fall apart. It seemed that this trip would take at most three days.
The three looked at each other, feeling embarrassed, and immediately made a decision—to pursue the murderer across thousands of miles!
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As soon as he stepped out of the spatial passage, Changqing sneezed, feeling a tingling sensation on the back of his head that quickly disappeared. Changqing didn't pay much attention to it.
Looking up, the thousand-foot-high city wall resembled a majestic mountain, its top unseen. A vast, ancient, and invincible aura swept over him, the aura of an absolute powerhouse, spanning countless ages without waning, demonstrating its former might. Under such an aura, Changqing was like an ant, his life hanging by a thread: "It seems this city lives up to its reputation. It is indeed the Daoist temple of the Sage Martial Venerable. Even every brick is imbued with his Daoist essence."