Chapter 644: Three People Traveling

The Fu family's main castle was located in the Zidao Mountains in the western part of the Yuanwu Kingdom.

This mountain was sealed and surrounded by pale purple mist all year round. Mortals who entered could not only not see anything, but after staying in the mist for a long time, their eyes would tear and their throats would swell, and if they stayed longer, they would die of poisoning.

Although the local people knew the danger of these purple mists and regarded them as poisonous scorpions, not daring to approach them at all, every year, some outsiders who didn't know the truth would still enter by mistake and be buried there.

The poisoning of these mortals didn't matter at all to the Fu family, who had long regarded this mountain as Fu family territory.

Mortals died, so what? Besides, being able to die under the "Poison Cloud Purple Miasma Formation" that the Fu family had spent so much effort to invite several formation masters to set up together could be considered a great fortune for these mortals.

But in the past few days, although the Zidao Mountains were still surrounded by clouds and mist, this place, which was rarely visited, began to become lively. From time to time, cultivators would frequently appear outside the purple mist, shout something, and then show a red-glowing, invitation-like object, and they would be taken into the mist and disappear.

The nearest mortal town to the Zidao Mountains was a small town called "Taihe". This town was not large, only ten miles in size, with a population of no more than a hundred thousand. However, all facilities such as restaurants and inns were complete, lacking nothing.

"A-Er" was a waiter at one of the two inns in Taihe Town, the "Yongqu" Inn. Although he was only eighteen or nineteen years old, he had been working as a waiter for three or four years.

Now, his somewhat thin and weak body was leaning against one side of the inn's main gate, listlessly greeting passersby to stay at the inn.

This wasn't because A-Er was lazy, but because it was the height of summer, and no one would have the strength to shout loudly after shouting for a whole morning under the scorching sun.

Therefore, even the stingy Shopkeeper Liu, who was famous for being tricky, saw A-Er's listless appearance and, although he was dissatisfied, only muttered a few words in a low voice and buried his head in beating a thick yellow wooden abacus, calculating a thick account book on the table.

A-Er looked up at the white, hazy sky, cursed a few times in his heart, and then muttered a few greeting words that he couldn't hear clearly himself, appearing even more listless.

He was thinking about whether to take advantage of Shopkeeper Liu's inattention and sneak back to the kitchen in the back to drink a few cups of cold water to relieve the heat in his heart. But just then, he felt the sky darken, and then it became cool all around, which startled A-Er, and he couldn't help but look up. As a result, he was greatly startled.

He saw that in front of him, three strange people had appeared at some point.

One was wearing a high crown and hemp clothes, short and fat, as if he were a big meatball; another was bald and barefoot, with bull eyes and horizontal flesh, a foot tall; and the last one was disheveled with a headband, full of murderous aura, his eyes cold.

"Are the three guests staying at the inn?" A-Er, who had been a waiter for so many years, was not a fool. After being startled, he immediately said with a smile. With his experience in identifying people for so many years, although these three looked fierce and scary, they were definitely generous big spenders.

"Nonsense, if we three weren't staying at the inn, why would we come here? Here, prepare three best rooms for us, and then prepare a table of good wine and food. Send it to the room." The short, fat man like a meatball glared with his small eyes, threw a large piece of silver, which smashed into A-Er's arms, and said impatiently.

"Yes, yes! Three masters, please enter. The wine and food will be sent immediately. A-Er, hurry up and prepare the three best rooms for the three masters." Before A-Er could say anything. Shopkeeper Liu, who had long noticed all this, immediately became like a strong man in his thirties or forties, swooped to the door, snatched the silver from A-Er's arms, and said with a flattering expression.

"Yes, Shopkeeper." Although he hated Shopkeeper Liu's behavior to the bone, A-Er could only answer helplessly. He sighed in his heart, the tip money that was in his hands was taken away by this person again.

If it weren't for the fact that he only knew how to do this waiter job, and there were only two inns in this town, he would never have continued working for this stingy ghost.

After cursing Shopkeeper Liu severely in his heart, A-Er still led the three to a room on the second floor with a full smile, and then exited.

"Eh?"

As soon as A-Er left the three, the feeling of being unable to bear the heat appeared again. This made A-Er scratch his head, feeling very confused in his heart. But after tilting his head and thinking about it, he went downstairs full of confusion.

A rich

Those three were sitting separately on one side of the table, looking as if they were not saying a word.

The second attendant looked at the three of them with some curiosity, and that disheveled cultivator seemed to have sensed something, suddenly casting a cold glance at him.

This glance felt bone-chilling, as if he had instantly fallen into an ice cellar. The second attendant was terrified and hurriedly lowered his head, then retreated from the room in a panic. Even when he returned to the entrance of the inn, his heart was still pounding incessantly, unable to control it in the slightest.

And at this moment, the three people in the room finally began to talk.

"Brother Han, why use the Soul-Startling Technique on a mortal! Could it be that you find that kid unpleasant to look at?" The short, fat man chuckled and said to the disheveled man as soon as he sensed there was no one outside the room.

"It's nothing. This waiter is also a person with spiritual roots. Although his spiritual root aptitude isn't very good, it's still no problem to cultivate to the third or fourth layer of Qi Condensation," the disheveled cultivator said expressionlessly.

"Spiritual roots? That's truly a bit unexpected. However, hearing Brother Han say this, this waiter's aptitude isn't much either. But Brother Han can actually see spiritual roots directly without contact. Truly an astonishing divine ability," a flash of surprise crossed the short, fat cultivator's face, and he said with some emotion.

"My cultivation base is no higher than you two fellow Daoists; I have just practiced a related secret technique," the disheveled cultivator swept a glance at the short, fat cultivator and said slowly.

"Brother Han is too modest. However, with aptitude like that waiter's, even entering the cultivation world would have no future to speak of. Even if one were lucky enough to cultivate to the Foundation Establishment stage like you and me, without a sect to rely on, one would still be a lonely ghost, bullied by cultivators of the same rank! We came to Zidao Mountain also to see if there might be any opportunity on the day of the Fu family ancestor's birthday. If we could be favored by a large family or a demonic sect coming to offer birthday wishes, then our fortune would be great. It's just a pity that rogue cultivators like us can only enter Fu Family Castle on the day of the birthday celebration; otherwise, why would we need to come here and stay for half a month," the short, fat cultivator sighed and said with a bitter smile.

"Hmm!" The disheveled cultivator nodded indifferently, appearing unwilling to say more.

Seeing the disheveled cultivator's appearance, the short, fat man couldn't help but exchange glances with the bald, burly man, and the bald man also opened his big mouth to speak.

"Brother Han, my brother and I only knew we were also going to Fu Family Castle to offer birthday wishes, which is why we traveled together. But after traveling together for several days, we only know that you are also a rogue cultivator with extraordinary cultivation, but we don't know where you practiced before, and why we have never heard of your great name," the burly man stared with a pair of bull-like eyes, looking at the disheveled cultivator and saying in a muffled voice.

After the burly man said this, a flash of brilliance appeared in the short, fat man's eyes, staring at the cultivator surnamed Han without blinking.

The disheveled cultivator's expression did not change, and he only replied indifferently:

"Han Mou was previously a cultivator in the Yue Kingdom and only recently moved to the Yuanwu Kingdom. It is not strange that you two fellow Daoists do not know Han Mou."

"Yue Kingdom! Isn't that the area under the responsibility of the Ghost Spirit Sect? Why didn't Brother Han go to the Ghost Spirit Sect to try your luck? Why come to our Yuanwu Kingdom?" The short, fat cultivator asked, blinking his small eyes.

"Brother Luo, how do you know Han Mou hasn't been there? It's just that there has been no way to enter. Moreover, in the Yue Kingdom, the Ghost Spirit Sect is now the sole power, and they simply do not tolerate the existence of any other sect's cultivators. That is why I came to the Yuanwu Kingdom to try my luck. I didn't expect that as soon as I arrived here, I would hear about the Fu family ancestor's birthday celebration. This is a rare opportunity, and Han Mou naturally will not let it pass easily," the disheveled cultivator said calmly.

"So that's how it is. It seems Brother Han has not had it easy either." The short, fat man laughed when he heard this and stopped asking anything further, beginning to chat about some rumors in the cultivation world.

After the table of food and wine was finished, the disheveled cultivator said his goodbyes and went to the room next door to rest.

As soon as the disheveled cultivator walked out of the room, the short, fat cultivator's previously smiling expression instantly vanished, replaced by a hint of ferocity.

He suddenly pulled a talisman from his bosom, pinched a spell with both hands, and then waved his hand, and the talisman instantly turned into a large sheet of white light, covering the entire room.

This talisman was actually a sound-insulation talisman!

"Brother Luo, is what this kid said true or false? Is he really a rogue cultivator?" As soon as he saw the cultivator surnamed Luo finish casting the spell, the bald, burly man hurriedly asked, looking impatient.

"A rogue cultivator? Definitely not. He's most likely a disciple of some small sect!" After the short, fat cultivator sneered, he touched his chin, which was full of fat, and said sinisterly.

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