Chapter 589: Sorry to Disturb, I'm Here to Buy Elixirs

At this moment, inside the medicine shop, following the closing of the door behind him, the Wind-Guarding Clan's Golden-Robed Ancestor, with his hands behind his back, looked indifferently at the surroundings.

This medicine shop was not big and looked very ordinary. Beside the stove, there was an iron pot boiling water, emitting a slow heat.

His first glance was at a young man wearing a coarse linen robe, sitting with his legs spread wide.

This young man's expression changed frequently; sometimes he frowned, sometimes he pondered, sometimes he was smug, and he was even muttering some messy poems, looking like nonsense.

For his arrival, the other party didn't even look at him.

The Ancestor's gaze swept over and saw it was just a small Golden Core, so he ignored him directly, looking toward the second person standing there holding a long sword.

This person was also a young man, currently smiling as he looked at himself.

"Linger, we have a guest!"

Linger, who was calculating accounts behind the counter, looked up upon hearing this.

The counter was too big, and her body was petite. She had been lowering her head to fiddle with the abacus. At this moment, she popped her head out and, noticing this Ancestor, her eyes lit up, and she called out enthusiastically.

"This guest, what would you like to buy? Our White Pills are especially famous throughout the Kusheng Mountain Range. One spirit coin each. If you buy more, you can get a discount."

The Wind-Guarding Clan's Ancestor frowned slightly, looked coldly at the sword-holding young man, and then at the girl.

For so many years, not many people had been able to be so composed in front of him.

The reaction of these people here was a bit different from what he had imagined. Fortunately, not everyone was like this. Not far away, a small cultivator was currently trembling in fear as he looked at him.

This kind of performance, in his view, was normal. Following this, the Ancestor's gaze landed on the person mopping the floor in the medicine shop.

One was a little fatty, one was an old man. They were both busy, mopping back and forth, especially that little fatty,

who actually turned his head and shouted at him.

"The place I just mopped is still wet, don't walk around!"

He was an ant that could be crushed at will; crushing him a bit more later would be fine.

Then he turned his head to look at the old man sitting in the distance teasing a parrot. This old man was a mortal, with the appearance of someone about to die.

The Ancestor confirmed it carefully and withdrew his gaze.

In his view, no matter what reliance these people had, causing them to pose in this manner when facing him and not putting him in their eyes, these were not important. He stood with his hands behind his back and spoke indifferently.

In his perception, with this step, this place would instantly be leveled to the ground, turned to ashes. These people before him would also complete the transformation from life to death in the blink of an eye, becoming dry bones.

Especially that little fatty, he would turn into flying ash.

But the next instant, the old man was stunned and looked down at the ground.

This medicine shop had no reaction, everything was as usual, as if his aura was like a stone entering the sea, with no trace or fluctuation to be seen.

Only the tea pot on the stove beside him shook, and with a clatter, it fell to the ground, spilling hot water everywhere.

The little fatty mopping the floor was suddenly anxious, looking up and glaring.

"You old fellow, I just finished mopping that place!!"

The Ancestor was surprised, his expression changed slightly, his divine sense scattered, carefully observing under his feet, and then looked at the fallen tea pot.

He felt something was wrong, his pupils contracted. He was very sure that his aura eruption before had no problem, and the power under his feet was also released.

According to reason, that step should not only have turned this medicine shop to ashes, but even the entire Earth City should have turned into ruins.

But now, only a tea pot fell down.

The Wind-Guarding Ancestor felt unease and vigilance rise in his heart. Just at this moment, he turned his head rapidly to look at the side room, where someone suddenly appeared holding firewood.

This was a woman dressed as a maid. At this moment, anger filled her face, killing intent was strong, and her whole body was like a volcano about to erupt completely, as if there was an irreconcilable hatred between herself and him.

"You old piece of meat, I just went out to get some firewood, and you actually knocked over the water I just boiled! Do you know how hard it is to boil it without using cultivation!!"

As the maid roared, her cultivation erupted. The fluctuation of a Xiang Linger Storehouse Great Perfection approaching Void Return made the Ancestor's mind even more heavy. He reacted instantly, knowing why his previous step had been ineffective.

At the same time, he also understood why these people's reactions were different from what he had imagined. All of this was because of this woman.

And although the other party was clearly so powerful, she was dressed as a maid. This point made him even more surprised. Although many experts had strange habits, he hadn't seen such a strange habit.

At this moment, he had already put away his initial arrogance, making himself as calm as possible. With a wave of his hand, he rolled up the tea pot and put it back in its original place, then spoke calmly, "I came here to seek justice for the loss of my clan's holy object. Since you are here, we can talk about this."

"I don't care about your holy object or not. This has nothing to do with me. You hurry up and boil the water for me, or I will eat you!"

The maid sneered.

The Ancestor frowned. He had intended to be polite, but the other party was actually so rude. Did she really think he was afraid?

So he scattered his divine sense and, after careful investigation, found that there was indeed no Void Return expert here, so his gaze turned cold, and he looked toward the back room.

"Little thief, get out here!"

As he spoke, the Ancestor took a step forward, rushing straight toward the back room. He no longer intended to waste time here.

At this moment, in a flash, he arrived before the curtain of the back room where he perceived Xu Qing to be.

He raised his right hand and grabbed; the thin curtain fluttered and swayed. The next instant, the Ancestor's expression changed. He felt a powerful force suddenly backlash from within the swaying curtain. Before he could react, it enveloped his entire body with a boom. The Ancestor shuddered and took several steps back, his internal organs churning. He turned his head abruptly to look at the maid, his eyes filled with pervasive killing intent, and spoke coldly.

"You want to protect him?"

The maid rolled her eyes at him, impatient.

"If you can kill him, then kill him. It would be even better if you killed the one holding the sword at the door; I would even thank you."

Saying this, the iron pot on the stove made a whistling sound; the water had boiled.

The maid immediately went over, picked up the iron pot, and walked quickly toward the mortal old man teasing the parrot. When she approached, her footsteps became light. This scene made the Ancestor stunned again.

He saw with his own eyes that the fellow Daoist, who had the same cultivation base as him, seemed like a different person now. The ferocity in his expression had vanished completely, replaced by an incomparably obedient demeanor as he brewed tea for that mortal old man.

This scene made the Ancestor's heart skip a beat. While feeling eerie, he also secretly took out a jade pendant to carefully investigate the old man.

This jade pendant was also a treasure of their clan, which could accurately determine all cultivation fluctuations below Essence-Nurturing. And at this moment, the jade pendant fed back that everything was normal.

The Ancestor was a bit puzzled, but he instinctively felt that this medicine shop was not right, very not right. At this moment, while hesitating in his heart,

he looked at the person mopping the floor, then looked at the sword-holding young man, and then at the muttering cultivator.

Finally, he swept his eyes over the counter; everything was as usual.

This gave him a very eerie feeling.

The Ancestor hesitated, and just at this moment, he suddenly saw the mortal old man stop teasing the parrot and pick up the teacup to take a sip.

In his exposed left hand, he seemed to be turning a bead. Looking carefully, there was actually a terrified face inside that bead. He recognized it; it was Black Child Shangren.

Although this Shangren's cultivation was not high, he was now being held in someone's hand. The horror of this scene instantly made the Ancestor's scalp tingle, and his footsteps retreated slowly.

He wanted to leave. He felt that this medicine shop was a bit terrifying because he thought of another possibility that his jade pendant didn't react to.

Although this possibility was extremely slim, looking at everything around him at this moment, he felt that this impossible thing didn't seem so impossible.

This thought made his forehead sweat, his body couldn't stop trembling, his heartbeat accelerated crazily, and at this moment, all his changes were the same as the changes of the people in the shop after seeing him.

That sense of tension made him feel unprecedented regret in his heart. He felt that he had been careless, rash, and shouldn't have been so impulsive to walk into the little medicine shop.

"If my guess is true, then how could this place be a little medicine shop? This is a Nine-Nether Hell!"

As the Ancestor trembled, Linger sighed.

"Are you really not buying elixirs? Our elixirs here are very good."

The Ancestor was silent, took out his storage bag, and sent it to the counter, speaking in a deep voice.

"Buy!"

Linger was happy, put away the storage bag, took out a Bai Dan, and handed it over.

The Ancestor silently took it, retreated slowly, stepped on the ground where he had walked before, trying his best not to dirty it, and instinctively glanced at the mortal old man drinking tea.

That old man also raised his head slightly to look over. The moment their gazes met, the Ancestor's mind roared suddenly, as if a million heavenly thunders had exploded, making his body tremble even more, and the sweat all over his body soaked his golden robe in the blink of an eye.

"Essence-Nurturing!" The horror in the Ancestor's heart turned into a nine-day giant wave, bombarding his mind, drowning his brain. Every inch of flesh and blood and every bone in his whole body seemed to be screaming, telling him of danger, danger, danger.

These cognitive senses of danger seemed to possess independent life, biting his flesh and blood, his soul.

He regretted, incomparably regretted, unprecedentedly regretted. He felt that the biggest mistake of his life was walking into this ordinary little medicine shop.

"How could it be like this?" The Ancestor was sweating like rain, and with a thud, he instinctively knelt down.

At the same time, the Shizi Elder spoke softly, "Come." ===== CHAPTER 590 =====