I Have A Qi Fortune Altar-Chapter 122 - 115: Everyone, Don’t Spoil the Book; The Pursuit Discount is So Impressive (Thanks to the Alliance Hierarch Boss)
Chapter 122: Chapter 115: Everyone, Don’t Spoil the Book; The Pursuit Discount is So Impressive (Thanks to the Alliance Hierarch Boss)
Chen Yuan’s arrival did not stir any waves, except for a woman in white who sized him up and down for a moment, but quickly turned her gaze back.
She seemed to be discussing something.
Soon, a pot of wine was brought up by a servant with a smile on his face, saying,
“Sir, you’ve finally arrived, our tavern’s wine is top quality, something you can’t find just anywhere outside.”
“Is it really as good as you claim?”
Chen Yuan was somewhat skeptical; how good could this roadside inn’s wine possibly be?
Resting on the roadside, it was almost like lying down to make money, no need to worry about the number of customers, so naturally, there was not much dedication.
“You’ll know once you’ve tasted it, but I must warn you, don’t drink too much—this wine has quite a kick.”
“Alright, I got it, hurry up with the meat, will you?”
Chen Yuan waved his hand; after eating, he still had to continue on his journey.
“Right away, sir.”
The servant flicked his cleaning cloth over his shoulder and turned to hurry the kitchen along.
Having poured himself a bowl of wine, Chen Yuan took a light sip and found it passable at best, nowhere near as good as the servant made it out to be.
Chen Yuan savored the wine, squinting his eyes, pondering what was to come.
What was the Heavenly Patrol Bureau like?
After joining the Heavenly Patrol Bureau, how should he conduct himself?
How could he enter the ancestral hall of the Yang Family that the Qi Fortune Altar had indicated?
In a world with a strong concept of clan, any family with a bit of strength would guard their ancestral hall tightly, often not open to outsiders except during ancestral worship.
Outside the door, a middle-aged matron with a seemingly young teenager, not far into his teens, entered the inn. An attendant standing by immediately came up to greet them and started talking.
The teen’s indifferent gaze swept over the hall and suddenly fixed on Chen Yuan, a faint gleam of covetousness flickering in his eyes.
Immediately thereafter, the teen exchanged glances with the woman beside him as if conveying some message.
“Shall we sit there?”
The woman’s voice, somewhat shrill, pointed in the direction of Chen Yuan.
The attendant hurriedly said,
“Sir, we have space upstairs; that table is already occupied.”
The woman glanced at him, threw a piece of silver,
“Any problems now?”
The attendant’s face showed hesitation, but after a look at Chen Yuan’s back and the somewhat hostile middle-aged woman, he ultimately took the silver and quickly retreated.
The woman, leading the teen, slowly approached Chen Yuan and said very kindly,
“Young Master, there are no seats left downstairs, may we…”
Chen Yuan furrowed his brows, clearly unhappy,
“There are no seats downstairs, but there are upstairs; I prefer not to share a table with others.”
Chen Yuan’s refusal was firm, foreseeing that if he complied, who knew what trouble might follow.
The woman’s face stiffened slightly, not expecting such a blunt refusal from the young man. After exchanging a glance with the teen beside her, she sat down directly,
“Don’t be so unapproachable. We mother and son simply want to eat something.”
Chen Yuan set down his chopsticks, looking at her levelly,
“So, what’s the difference between upstairs and downstairs?”
“You…”
The teen’s gaze shifted, and he reached out to grab the bag next to Chen Yuan.
“Scram!”
With a frown, Chen Yuan forcefully kicked, sending the teen stumbling back several steps, falling to the ground.
“What are you doing?”
The woman immediately cried out in shock and anger.
“Didn’t you see what happened?”
Chen Yuan watched the people before him intently.
It certainly wasn’t as simple as wanting a meal—although he had his back turned, he could feel that they were coming for him; otherwise, why not take the available space upstairs?
They definitely had an ulterior motive!
The woman helped the teen up, glaring at Chen Yuan,
“He is just a child!”
“Even if he is a brat, what’s that to me? Just state your purpose directly,” Chen Yuan said as he slowly reached for the hilt of his saber.
Their dispute immediately drew the attention of everyone in the inn.
A few burly men clinking their cups exchanged a look and slowly stood up.
Another group of young men dressed in white also turned their attention to the scene, one of the women eager to intervene, but an older man held her back.
He shook his head slowly at her, signaling not to make trouble.
Meddling in others’ affairs has cost many greenhorns their lives upon first entering Jianghu.
“Hey, brother, well done.”
A few burly men approached, one of them smiling at Chen Yuan.
“Oh?”
Chen Yuan arched an eyebrow. He had thought these men were unhappy seeing him pick on the weak and were about to intervene on their behalf, but it seemed they were not following the usual script.
“Bloodthirst Qing, how quickly you change your appearance,” the leader of the men said to the woman’s teen companion, his eyes cold.
Chen Yuan sized them up—one and all robust, each carrying a Nine Ring Great Saber, with the leader showing a rugged stubble and a deep gaze.
It seemed they had come specifically for the young man before him.
The woman became flustered and quickly looked beside her.
“Who are you?”
The teen spoke for the first time, his voice unusually hoarse, like dry bark rubbing against each other, his eyes gradually reddening.
“Hmph, a month ago, you killed my brother. The four of us came for revenge, but to our disappointment, we scoured the area near this inn for over half a month without sight of you,
yet today you appear!”
Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes. His guess was correct; these two were not as simple as they seemed, but what puzzled him now was why they were targeting him?
“A month ago… I killed quite a few people, can’t remember all of them.”
The Qing Demon tilted his head slightly, revealing a cold smirk at the corner of his mouth.
Then, he suddenly grabbed his chin and tore it off.
“Rip.”
A human skin was forcibly torn off, revealing a somewhat ferocious face.
The skin of his face was abnormally wrinkled, resembling an old man, with sunken eyes and a deep, bone-exposing scar at the corner of his mouth.
“Hmph, those not involved should leave. Today, I shall tear this demon to pieces!”
The robust leader, with arms bracing, expanded rapidly, causing his clothes to stretch and tear apart.
The diners, in a flurry of panic, hurried out of the inn, fearing for their safety.
The previously assertive young woman’s face turned a bit red, seemingly realizing that she had almost wronged an innocent person. She, along with several others, also stood up, ready to leave.
“Today, no one is leaving!”
The Qing Demon’s eyes turned cold, filled with a murderous intent. He grabbed the table Chen Yuan was eating at and threw it to block the inn’s entrance, trapping everyone inside. Some scrambled to the second floor, while others trembled in fear.
Chen Yuan frowned, thinking this behavior was damn similar to that of a crow’s!
“Including you!”
The Qing Demon’s gaze suddenly turned towards Chen Yuan, with a fervent glint in his eyes!
“Do I have a grudge against you?”
Chen Yuan looked down at the Qing Demon before him.
As expected, he seemed to be a dwarf.
“No grudge, but you have something I want…” the Qing Demon said with a grin.
Even before approaching the inn, the Qing Demon had sensed a mysterious attraction as if it were calling to him. It was the scent of Bloodthirst.
The Demon Technique he practiced required him to regularly consume the Essence Blood of martial artists to suppress the backlash.
Therefore, he had an unusually keen sense for the scent of Bloodthirst.
In Chen Yuan, he felt his own blood boiling, which is why he came to the inn and identified Chen Yuan at a glance.
Of course, his initial assumption was that it was the package on Chen Yuan’s body that attracted him, prompting him to cautiously probe.
“What thing?”
Chen Yuan’s brow furrowed, confused.
He had plenty of valuable items, but none that seemed to spark such desire in this fellow.
“You’ll find out when you’re dead!” the Qing Demon chortled menacingly.
“Humph, demon, meet your end!”
The leading big man cleaved his saber straight towards the Qing Demon.
“Bang!”
The Qing Demon moved nimbly. Being lithe and small, he easily dodged the attack, and the big man’s saber instantly shattered a table beside him.
Once the lead big man made a move, the three men behind him didn’t remain idle and quickly joined in.
All four men began to attack from different directions.
One of them even turned to Chen Yuan and said:
“Young brother, step aside to avoid harm.”
Chen Yuan nodded and replied with cupped fists:
“Alright, thank you.”
Since these fellows had a deep blood feud with the dwarf, he saw no need to rush into action and moved to the side, ready to watch the fight.
“Boom!”
The four big men acted boldly and powerfully, with saber edges sharp and fierce, which looked not like Jianghu techniques, but rather…
Martial skills from the military.
Chen Yuan could tell that each of the men was likely no weaker than Huang Xing, and together, they fought bravely.
No wonder they dared to take the initiative, confident in their superior strength over the Qing Demon.
But the reality was not as they expected. The Qing Demon’s speed was extremely fast, seemingly anticipating their every move with ease.
“With such meager skills, you dare to ambush me?”
The Qing Demon leaped into the air, swiftly dodging and reappearing behind one of them.
“You dwarf, have the guts to stop hiding!” one of the men shouted out loud.
“What did you say?”
The Qing Demon’s eyes flashed red, his entire being brimming with killing intent, hating to be called a dwarf, although that was the truth.
Those who had once called him a dwarf either got torn to pieces by him or… got eaten by him!
“I said, you’re a dwarf, a three-foot-tall bastard!” the man shouted back, unafraid.
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“Scum, die!”
The Qing Demon took a swift step, with palms turning a dark shade of green, reaching for the man’s head.
The big man, taken aback, immediately raised his saber to block.
“Clang!”
The Qing Demon’s palm struck his saber with a metallic clashing sound. The fine steel Nine Ring Saber in his hand bore some scratches, seemingly made by another precious blade.
The man staggered backward, and the Qing Demon advanced again, slamming a palm directly into his chest.
The diminutive figure contained an immense power, sending the big man, who was more than twice his size, recoiling several steps with blood spilling from his mouth.
Upon ripping open his clothes to check, a dark bruise of a palm print was starkly imprinted on it!
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