Chapter 219 The Eastern Wilderness is a Good Place



Wu Er didn't react much when he heard "Eastern Wilderness".

When he heard about the Demon Saint, Wu Er calmly took a sip of tea.

But when he heard the name Kunwu, he almost spat out the tea in his mouth.

Kun Wu! The fifth son of the Demon Saint?!

Wu Er unconsciously gripped the hem of his clothes tightly.

I had initially treated this as just a story, but upon hearing the name, I connected all of these events together.

Kunwu had previously told Wu'er about the origin of her name.

Because she was the fifth daughter, she didn't have a name and was simply called Kunwu.

After our last meeting, Kunwu said one last thing: "Your name is known throughout the world."

Thinking about it this way, Wu Er naturally connected all these things together.

No...no, it shouldn't be such a coincidence, right?

Wu Er took a deep breath, pricked up his ears, and continued listening to the storyteller.

He hadn't been listening carefully and thought he might have misheard the name.

It's the same story I told before, the plot is the same as a typical hero story, although there are some differences, but nothing new.

But what Wu Er was listening to wasn't these things. Although he was listening attentively, he was actually listening for the names of the main characters in the story.

The storyteller spoke fluently and eloquently, striking the ruler and gavel repeatedly, making the story vivid and engaging.

Everyone else listened intently, but Wu Er was sweating profusely.

He didn't want Kunwu to be that demon saint, and he didn't know why.

It's probably because... if Kunwu becomes a demon saint, then he'll be even less worthy of her, let alone repay the favors he owed her.

Perhaps this is what is called inferiority complex?

To be honest, based on Wu Er's cultivation speed, he can already be considered a genius.

But he still couldn't get rid of his inferiority complex. Perhaps it was because he became a beggar at the age of nine and did menial jobs to make a living for his teens, so he always had a sense of inferiority deep down.

After listening for a while, the storyteller repeated the name again.

Wu Er listened to the name attentively.

When the word "Kunwu" reached his ears, it was clear that Wu Er breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, "ζ˜†ζŒ" is not "ζ˜†δΊ”"; they just sound very similar.

"Sure enough, I must have misheard."

Wu Er breathed a sigh of relief and loosened his grip on the hem of the clothes.

Since you misheard, there's no need to be nervous anymore. Just listen to the story.

Then Wu Er took another sip of tea, but this time his brow furrowed; the tea didn't taste quite right...

Perhaps the tea had been sitting for too long, as it had gotten a little cold.

......

Wu Er walked out of the teahouse, and when he came outside and was exposed to the sunlight, he stretched.

I'm all relaxed now, and I feel like my muscles have loosened up quite a bit.

Now that you've relaxed, it's time to find some serious work to do.

After all, life is not just about relaxation and enjoyment, but also about urgency and exhaustion.

Thinking about it, Wu Er went to the place where he usually took jobs.

This is a branch of the Hunyuan Sect. Because this cultivator city is very close to the Hunyuan Sect, almost all the missions are issued by the Hunyuan Sect.

Because Wu Er had received hush money from the Jugong sect a few days ago and became a guest elder of the Hunyuan sect, he was able to take on more work and received more rewards than others.

When we arrived, there was no one to greet us.

There's no way anyone could be specially assigned to receive them; these people from the major sects are all incredibly arrogant.

Even the lowest-ranking disciples wouldn't lower themselves to speak to a group of rogue cultivators.

There was only one person sitting behind the large counter on the side; he was there to confirm the task he had accepted.

Although this person's cultivation level was not high, he sat very high and his face was full of impatience.

Wu Er was already used to this man's sour face, because he had to see it every time he came.

Rather than dealing with someone's sour face, it's better to see what jobs are available.

There were several large bulletin boards on the side, with jade plaques on them engraved with one task after another.

Arriving at the bulletin board, Wu Er scanned each notice one by one.

After reviewing all these tasks, I found that although they were somewhat different, they had one thing in common: they all led to the Eastern Wilderness.

Clearly, something has happened in the Eastern Wilderness.

Wu Er had also heard some things in the teahouse earlier.

It is said that another demon saint has emerged in the Eastern Wilderness, which is no small matter. Perhaps only one in several thousand people will encounter such a person.

This means that there is now another overlord in the world, and another person to share the world's resources.

Clearly, this is not what some people want to see.

For example, these three immortals of the human race in the Central Plains, although they occupy the Central Plains and the Central Plains is very rich, also have a lot of resources from the Eastern Wilderness.

After all, a place without a demon saint is essentially without a master, and everyone wants a piece of it.

But now that there's a new owner, it will be much harder to acquire resources as easily as before.

If things go wrong, that newcomer might even covet the resources of Zhongzhou.

So these people in power have already realized the threat, which is why they sent people to the Eastern Wilderness.

Although no demon saints or immortals have directly declared war, the situation between humans and demons is currently very tense, like a powder keg that could explode at the slightest spark.

"It seems these three from Zhongzhou are quite anxious... they've even arranged for rogue cultivators to join them."

The fact that they recruited even independent cultivators when the headquarters was short-staffed speaks volumes about their attitude.

It seems that the Central Plains are not very welcoming of this new Demon Saint.

Wu Er muttered under his breath, "This immortal is really stingy."

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