Chapter 70 Immortal Cultivation 15

Second Level, the human world.

"... It happened so fast - the white-robed immortal raised his long sword and slashed forward, and an unfathomable crack appeared in front of the three people..."

"The devil was indeed not afraid at all, and the majestic demonic energy dyed half of the sky black..."

"... Well, that's it for today. If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next episode."

The storyteller on the stage, wearing a long gown and a jacket, took a sip of water slowly and said leisurely.

"Hey, you're done -"

"Yes, yes, I'm listening to the exciting part!"

"Not enough! One more!"

The audience in the audience whispered in dissatisfaction, and some shouted loudly to the storyteller on the stage.

"Pah--"

a silver coin was thrown from the second floor onto the stage, and rolled to the feet of the storyteller.

"Little storyteller, my master wants you to continue~"

A teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old stood by the escalator on the second floor, wearing a high ponytail, a black outfit, and a fox-like face.

"I just said..."

"Pah--"

another silver coin fell on the stage.

"Little brother, what do you want to say?"

The teenager smiled and sounded friendly, but the storyteller saw a hint of threat in that smile.

"Uh... I say, what I'm going to say next is..."

Rules are dead, but people are alive.

Who would have a problem with money?

The storyteller cleared his throat and began his endless talk again.

Ning Wan, the black-clothed youth standing on the second floor, saw the storyteller take the silver and continue to tell the story. He turned around with satisfaction, pushed open the door, and entered the private room.

In the exquisite and retro private room, a man sat at the table.

The dark-colored robe covered his whole body, and only a thin young man could be roughly seen. A few strands of white hair on his shoulders were exposed from the black robe, and they were softly placed on his chest.

Along the neck, half of the ferocious ghost face covered the left face, and the exposed right face was covered with red bloodstains, spreading from the corners of the eyes to the outside, and with the red blood pupils, it revealed an indescribable beauty and weirdness.

Anyone who saw these blood pupils would recognize that this was a real demon and would want to retreat.

Ning Wan pushed the door open and walked in, going straight to the empty seat opposite the black-robed man.

She sat down, poured herself a cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp:

"Sir, I think this story is boring, why do you like it so much?"

And you have been listening to it for so many days.

Ning Wan curled her lips, listening to the impassioned tone of the storyteller downstairs, lying on the table bored, with her hands crossed on her chin, blinking her foxy eyes at the black-robed young man:

——her "lifesaver".

He is a "hybrid" born from the union of a cultivator and a demon. The cultivators in the fairy world hate him, and the demons in the demon world despise and laugh at him.

In the end, he was almost dragged into the abyss of the dead by his enemies.

The blood-filled demon world has not seen the sun for many years, but the blood color on the horizon that day was particularly strong.

A person walked out of the abyss of the dead where no living creatures were seen for a hundred years.

No, maybe it should not be called "person".

The demonic energy that surged into the sky undoubtedly showed that this was a powerful demon. How could

Ning Wan be willing to die in this place.

He used up the last bit of his strength and stretched out his hand to the person who seemed to have walked out of hell...

"Gone."

The man in black robe suddenly stood up, turned around and disappeared into the room.

"Hey——"

Before Ning Wan could react, he saw that the person in front of him had disappeared, and hurriedly followed the remaining breath.

Just at the same time when the figures of the two disappeared from the room, downstairs, two figures stepped into the hall.

When the two figures stepped in, Lu Xiangwan, who was carrying a long sword, seemed to sense something and looked towards the private room on the second floor.

As Dongfang Xianyun and Lu Xiangwan walked in, the originally bustling restaurant lobby fell silent for a moment.

The reason was simple.

The auras of these two people were so unique that it was hard not to notice them.

Realizing that the identities of the two people in front of them were not simple, especially the man in white with a long sword on his back, the guests in the restaurant all looked at them and did their own things.

Everyone withdrew their eager gazes when they first saw them, but their eyes secretly observing them did not diminish at all.

Lu Xiangwan never cared about the eyes of others and walked upstairs on his own.

He was still thinking about the strange feeling he had just had.

Thinking so, he did so. He

walked straight up the stairs and came to the tightly closed door.

He pushed it open.

There was no one.

There was only a wide open window and a cup of tea that was still warm.

Lu Xiangwan lowered his head, holding the teacup in his hand, turned around and left.

"Are you ready to register for the Tianzihao private room on the second floor?"

After going downstairs, Lu Xiangwan walked to Dongfang Xianyun who was registering his name information, and asked the restaurant owner.

This kind of large restaurant usually allows guests to register their identity information before entering.

"This... this is the guest's privacy, we here..."

The shopkeeper was a little hesitant.

Lu Xiangwan glanced at Dongfang Xianyun.

Dongfang Xianyun understood, took out a silver coin from his pocket and gently placed it on the counter.

"Is that enough?"

Lu Xiangwan slapped the sword in Dongfang Xianyun's hand on the counter, and the silver coin was on the other side.

"Haha...that's enough..."

The shopkeeper didn't dare to offend these two "evil spirits" and quickly took out the registration book from behind and quickly searched.

"It's right here..."

"Wei Wan? Ning Wan?"

Dongfang Xianyun followed the direction of the shopkeeper's finger and whispered the name on the paper.

The shopkeeper pointed at the two names and added:

"The two people in the Tianzihao private room on the second floor came three days ago. They usually ask the waiter to bring them food, and they hardly show up."

"One of them is a teenager who is about seventeen or eighteen years old, and the other is called 'sir' by the teenager. He is wearing a black robe and his face cannot be seen clearly, but from his figure he is a young man." "

Oh, and there's more. The teenager just now rewarded our storyteller on the stage with several silver ingots, saying that his master wanted to continue listening to the story."

"What story?"

Dongfang Xianyun asked.

"Oh, it's about the story of their immortal cultivators, the white-robed sword fairy fighting the demons. The demons have been rampant recently, and the audience likes to hear this."

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands, carefully observed the expressions of Lu Xiangwan and Dongfang Xianyun, and smiled awkwardly:

"My two lords, this is all I know..."

"Okay, please tell me now, shopkeeper."

Dongfang Xianyun glanced at Lu Xiangwan who turned and left, smiled at the trembling shopkeeper, left another silver ingot, and turned and left.

"Brother Xiangwan, did you find anything?"

Dongfang Xianyun asked after walking out of the restaurant and approaching Lu Xiangwan.

"I felt something was wrong when I entered the restaurant."

Lu Xiangwan carried a sword on his back and his expression remained unchanged.

"Hmm... Even you can't find it for a while. This demon is quite good at hiding."

Dongfang Xianyun touched his chin and thought about the next itinerary.

As for why he acted with Lu Xiangwan, it all started from the end of the Immortal Dao Competition a few days ago.