Chapter 1435

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He Lingchuan knew that many truths were hidden in his narrative, but this was enough to shock the ordinary listeners.

Xin Yi's later stories were told in such detail that even the psychology of the demons was depicted. While the audience was enjoying it, a Panlong soldier couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Xin, how can you speak so meticulously, as if you saw it with your own eyes?"

He Lingchuan also felt that it was a pity that Xin Yi's eloquence wasn't used to be a storyteller.

Xin Yi smiled: "Separated by three thousand years, how could I see it with my own eyes? But I heard eyewitnesses mention it, and today is just a retelling."

Eyewitnesses? Could eyewitnesses of many ancient battles still be alive today?

Everyone looked at each other, feeling it was unbelievable.

"Who is this eyewitness?"

"My mentor, Xin Wuhuan. His Daoist name is also 'True Person Wuhuan'!"

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to react for a moment. Had this Mr. Xin's master lived from the ancient era to the present? How old was he then?

He Lingchuan's expression also changed slightly, remembering the Black Dragon memory he saw when he collected the Luosheng Armor and the Heart Scale.

After the Dragon God fell, several great immortals led their disciples to escape into cave heavens or small worlds to avoid wasting their bodies in a world of declining spiritual energy.

Since then, few immortals could span three thousand years of time and live to this day—

Zhu Erniang and the Great Fire Spirit Quju were gifted and were rare exceptions.

Was Xin Yi's master also one? Or was he one of the upper immortals who escaped into a cave heaven and hid back then?

Right, his master was also surnamed Xin!

Xin Wuhuan, Xin Yi—could the same surname be a coincidence? Xin Yi on the stage said amidst everyone's surprise: "Yes, my mentor is also the ancestor of my family. In the ancient era, my mentor was already a famous upper immortal."

There was a gasp from below, and the eyes looking at him became very complicated—surprise, novelty, envy, all present.

Sun Fuling was also surprised: "Mr. Xin is actually a descendant of an immortal, no wonder, no wonder!"

No wonder he was knowledgeable.

No wonder he could talk about secrets and allusions as if they were his own family treasures—they were originally the Xin family's "family treasures."

He Lingchuan also felt some emotion.

The Baili Lu family was also a descendant of an immortal, yet they had fallen to their current dilapidated state, a far cry from the glory of the Xin family.

The Lu family's immortal ancestor had long fallen, unlike Xin Wuhuan who lived to the present and had always protected his descendants.

Hmm, what did Xin Wuhuan rely on to survive the long period of spiritual energy decline? "So what I am telling you today are all the things my mentor saw and heard back then. Although there are some rumors and anecdotes, the overall credibility is very high."

His background and origin were very convincing, and the nitpickers below were silenced for a while, no longer dissenting.

He Lingchuan also had a sudden realization.

No wonder Zhong Shengguang treated Xin Yi differently; this guy's background was so strong that he could act as a bridge between Panlongcheng and the immortals.

Not to mention, his knowledge and experience could also be of help to Panlongcheng.

Amidst the reluctant atmosphere of the listeners, the public lecture ended.

After class, Xin Yi personally came to find He Lingchuan for a meal: "It's noon, shall we go to Hongxiang Restaurant for a casual meal? Would Master Sun do us the honor?"

Sun Fuling didn't refuse: "Good, let's go together."

Hongxiang Restaurant was an old-established restaurant in the city, its facade still maintaining the simplicity unique to Panlongcheng, with only the black-bottomed gold-lettered sign showing a touch of grandeur. In recent years, new restaurants in the city had sprung up like mushrooms, but old Panlongcheng residents still frequented old establishments like Hongxiang Restaurant.

It insisted on maintaining the old flavors of the city. Although there weren't many varieties of dishes, they were particularly suited to the stomachs of Panlongcheng people, and many had eaten there since childhood.

As soon as Xin Yi entered, the waiter greeted him with a smile, full of enthusiasm: "Mr. Xin is here, the usual seat?"

He also bowed to He Lingchuan: "General He!"

He Lingchuan looked sideways; did this guy Xin Yi have a reserved spot in the restaurant? "The usual spot." Xin Yi smiled at the two, "The food here is very much to my taste, I couldn't help but come a few more times."

Guests in the restaurant greeted He Lingchuan one after another, and three others greeted Xin Yi.

A newcomer, and already so popular? The three sat down, and Sun Fuling first ordered a bowl of osmanthus lotus root starch to moisten her throat. Masters lectured a lot, and they all liked the clear, sweet, and refreshing lotus root starch.

In the past, adding a little honey or white sugar was a luxury, but now it could be paired with long-grain raisins and crushed nuts shipped by sea, and the price wasn't expensive.

The signature dishes Xin Yi ordered included a plate of sour and spicy lotus root tips, and a large basin of red-braised offal—it was truly served in a sand pottery basin, red, fresh, and fragrant, and the whole restaurant could smell it.

In the past, Panlongcheng lacked materials, and food was sourced locally. The Chapa Plateau had plenty of water, and summer lotus roots were one of the most common ingredients; while the raw materials for braised offal were nothing more than pig blood, pig lungs, chicken feet, chicken and duck necks, and goose intestines—usually, whatever the tavern got, they would braise in a pot for the diners, and the taste was heavy, salty, and spicy.

The taste had now been improved and had a unique flavor. Xin Yi pointed to the red-braised offal and said: "I've been in Panlongcheng for over a month, and this dish is still the best with rice. You Panlongcheng people really know how to eat."

He Lingchuan casually picked up a chicken foot; hmm, soft, tender, and chewy. If he shook it hard, the bones might even fall out, "These are all worthless scraps, I didn't expect Mr. Xin wouldn't mind."

"I was once assigned a task in the northeast of the Flash Gold Plain. It was uninhabited, with only vast tundra, and even animals were rare. I basically survived on moss and grass roots for over two months."

"Is Mr. Xin very familiar with the Flash Gold Plain?"

"Not bad, I've been there three times, so I have some impression." Xin Yi picked up a lotus root tip and chewed slowly, "Actually, I originally thought that all lands of suffering were as chaotic, disorderly, poor, and hopeless as the Flash Gold Plain, until I came to Panlongcheng and realized that people could have a second choice."

The living conditions in the Panlong Wasteland were originally very harsh. The Flash Gold Plain was rich in materials but suffered from years of war, while the Panlong Wasteland couldn't even grow crops; fortunately, there was the Chapa Plateau where one could farm and raise people.

Sun Fuling had also heard He Lingchuan describe the Flash Gold Plain, and she interjected: "How do the countries there compare to Xiro?"

"Generally even worse."

Sun Fuling was incredulous: "Worse than Xiro?"

Like other Panlongcheng people, her feelings toward Xiro were a mix of anger and disappointment; it was hard to believe there were countries in the world more spineless than Xiro.

"No matter how bad Xiro is, it's at least a country under the rule of law and has Yuan power; the small countries and forces in the Flash Gold Plain that rise and fall overnight barely even have Yuan power."

When comparing who is worse, there is no bottom line.

"But there are also powerful countries in the Flash Gold Plain, such as the Yao Nation. This country doesn't have a long history but is very aggressive, and surrounding countries have to live by its mood." Xin Yi drank some wine, "I don't know if this country can eventually unify the Flash Gold Plain and end the hundreds of years of turmoil."

He Lingchuan knew the answer.

"Since Mr. Xin is an immortal descendant and knows many secrets, I have a question to ask."

"General He, please speak."

"Is Nightmare Qi a new power that only appeared after the world's catastrophe?"

"Correct." He Lingchuan was a great general of Panlongcheng and a confidant of Zhong Shengguang; Xin Yi knew that the secrets he mastered exceeded those of ordinary people, "General He knows about the Tianluo Star, right?"

"I know." He Lingchuan continued to ask him, "When did the human world discover that Nightmare Qi would be sucked away by the Tianluo Star and supplied to the Heavenly Demons outside the realm?"

The laws of Nightmare Qi were created because of the Tianluo Star. For the world after the Great Catastrophe and for the immortals at that time, it was a brand-new thing. At first, the immortal sects certainly didn't know much about it.

"Good question!" He Lingchuan's question went straight to the core, and Xin Yi also said solemnly, "The Dragon God has fallen, and there is no longer a great power like him who can fully understand the laws of heaven and earth and perceive the changes in principles. The immortal sects at that time certainly noticed the appearance of Nightmare Qi, but they soon discovered that it was harmless to anyone; it just couldn't be used by practitioners and immortals, and if it remained in the world for a long time, it would turn back into spiritual energy. Therefore, most immortals and demons continued as usual and didn't pay too much attention to Nightmare Qi; only a few immortals conducted research."

If you can't use something yourself, you have no interest in it; this is the instinct of living beings.

"After the Great War between Immortals and Demons ended, the origin of the world was destroyed, and spiritual energy became scarce. Before the Dragon God fell, it said that the origin of this world was still vigorous and had a powerful self-healing ability. As long as sufficient time was given, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth could naturally recover."

Sun Fuling raised her dark eyebrows: "Therefore, the upper immortals escaped into cave heavens and waited for the recovery of spiritual energy?"

The Dragon God hadn't said how long "sufficient time" was—fifty or sixty years? Three or five hundred years? Or three or five thousand years? It only gave a kind of principle.

The upper immortals couldn't afford to wait and could only avoid the world, quietly waiting for the resurgence of spiritual energy.

The living beings in the world couldn't afford to wait either, but they had no other way and could only drift with the tide, like rootless duckweed.

Life and death, how many springs and autumns.

Her tone was a bit mocking, and Xin Yi smiled: "This group of upper immortals escaped into small worlds also to preserve their strength in preparation for the Heavenly Demons to make a comeback. The Tianluo Star embedded in the sky is the work of the Heavenly Demons; who knows what backhands they have, who knows when they will descend again? At that time, if there is no overwhelming power of upper immortals, what will the human world use to deal with the Heavenly Demons? By then, it will be truly a scene of misery."

Sun Fuling nodded slowly, stirring her spoon and taking another sip of lotus root starch: "Makes sense, makes a lot of sense."

(End of chapter)