Chapter 111: The Mediocre Talent Senior Brother

As the few members of the Demon Race entered Duobao Pavilion, they suddenly felt a chill on their bodies, as if something were not quite right.

Yet they looked left and right, only to find no one around them paying them any attention.

What was going on?

One of them could not help but knit their brows.

That feeling of being watched simply would not dissipate from their heart, leaving them with a sense of hair-raising dread all over.

The four of them were together, having replaced the identities of a small family from Tianxuan Continent, wearing their skins to participate in this trial of the Lingya Secret Realm.

Furthermore, they carried a major mission on their persons.

It had to be completed before the Demon Lord emerged in full force.

"Be careful and cautious, act with vigilance."

The four communicated privately via secret voice transmission, though their faces betrayed nothing at all.

This matter was of great importance; there could absolutely be no possibility of the news leaking out.

Alas...

The shopkeeper was extremely helpless.

He had originally thought the preparations made this time were sufficient, but he had not expected that they would still fall short by one step in the end.

He could not help but say helplessly, "Dear guests, the guest rooms at our Duobao Pavilion have truly all been booked out."

"You few might as well go look elsewhere."

Such words.

Everyone present knew it clearly in their hearts.

Only Duobao Pavilion had guest rooms to stay in; where else could there be anything else nearby?

It was nothing more than...

Being a savage.

But for those with strength and status who held themselves in high regard, who would be willing to lose face like that? The Duobao Pavilion shopkeeper calmly sized up the few people before him.

They not only dealt in the business of resources, but also in the business of intelligence.

If he had not seen wrong... among these four, three were direct disciples of the Qianshan Sect, and one appeared to be an elder of the Qianshan Sect.

Although it was a small sect, they should not have arrived so late.

Had some mishap occurred? Or was there something wrong with the Qianshan Sect? He secretly noted this in his heart, revealing nothing.

The Demon Race members disguised as Qianshan Sect disciples did not wish to invite too much trouble; hearing the Duobao Pavilion shopkeeper say this, they frowned.

Although they felt it was somewhat troublesome, they were sensible enough to nod and leave.

They did not feel there was any problem with their conduct, yet in the eyes of those in the know, there was already a major problem.

"Could these few have changed their temperaments?"

"According to their character, they shouldn't just flick their sleeves and leave so lightly."

"There is something strange."

"Could it be that they are unwilling to provoke Duobao Pavilion?"

"Unlikely, don't forget how they treated the Qianshan Sect's Duobao Pavilion branch last time."

"That is true."

"Either they have changed their temperaments, or..."

Multiple cultivators exchanged glances, their eyes meeting, remaining calm and composed.

They had not thought that there might be a Demon Race invasion and replacement.

But these few Demon Race members were being too cautious, which did not match the Qianshan Sect's usual style at all; it was no wonder they invited suspicion from others.

Immediately, someone quietly waved their hand, and each using their own methods, they followed behind.

Lu Ren glanced at the direction in which those few had left, but did not move.

If he were to get involved now, he feared he would startle the snake; although he had disguised himself, a slight investigation would reveal his identity.

It was better to wait until entering the Secret Realm to deal with things as they came.

He set down his chopsticks, "Miss Yu, the hour is late, you should find a place to settle down, farewell."

Yu Jiaojiao watched Lu Ren leave, smacking her lips.

"The Lu Family Head is truly as his name suggests, lacking in tenderness toward the fair sex." "However, this is also good!"

She did not care in the slightest, waved her hand, tossed a bag of Spirit Stones onto the table, and asked the other onlookers with a smile.

"Is anyone willing to give up a superior room for me?"

……

……

The night was deep.

At the foot of Yashan.

The crackling of firewood burning and the sound of the wood splitting apart, mixed with the gloomy night, kept emitting the scent of roasted chicken.

Surrounding the pile of firewood were a woman in red and a handsome youth in green.

He focused on turning the roasted chicken in his hands, his eyes never leaving it.

The woman in red beside him, however, was bored to tears.

She sighed softly, "Next time you act, you must not be so reckless."

"I was in seclusion and did not know you were bold enough to go alone into such a dangerous place; you didn't even think about how heartbroken I would be if you didn't come back."

A flash of helplessness crossed the youth's face.

He said helplessly, "Shi... Shishi, I don't know how many times you've said this; I know, I certainly won't make the same mistake again in the future."

"Here, the roasted spirit chicken is ready, come and have a taste."

The woman in red then beamed with joy.

There were also many cultivators nearby, almost all of whom had failed to secure a place to stay, or were rogue cultivators, and there were also those from the Buddhist Sect.

It is well known that the Buddhist Sect has always refrained from competing with others.

Although they are wealthy, these great monks are also each and every one capable of enduring hardship.

At this moment, smelling the aroma of chicken drifting and permeating the air, not a single one of these great monks showed any sign of being moved; they all sat cross-legged, softly chanting Buddhist names.

But there were also others who were attracted by the fragrant roasted spirit chicken.

"This fellow Daoist, I wonder if you are willing to sell your roasted chicken?"

The shadow cast from above blocked the flickering light of the fire.

Qin Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up; what came into his view was a man of handsome and heroic appearance.

The man wore a somewhat complex sect Daoist robe, his face handsome and imposing, looking like a god descended to earth.

An extremely strong sense of vigilance suddenly erupted in his heart, as if two tigers had met.

Qin Yuan said calmly, "Apologies, fellow Daoist, my roasted chicken is not for sale."

Xiao Zigui felt a bit regretful, but still nodded.

"I have disturbed you, fellow Daoist."

He turned to leave, but before he could take a step, he heard a voice coming from behind him.

"However, if you would like to eat it, fellow Daoist, I can share it with you."

Xiao Zigui hesitated.

He turned his head to look at Qin Yuan's extremely enthusiastic face, and after thinking it over repeatedly, he ultimately could not resist the expectant gazes behind him.

Xiao Zigui could only nod.

He immediately accepted this kindness.

"Then many thanks, fellow Daoist."

The two women waiting behind him all swarmed forward, arriving at his side quite happily.

While sizing up and estimating this person's identity, Qin Yuan revealed a smile as refreshing as a spring breeze.

He was very confident in his own charm; as long as he wanted to, even if a woman would not fall in love with him, very few women could resist his charm.

He tentatively asked, "I wonder which sect you hail from, fellow Daoist? It seems I have never seen you before, yet I feel as though we are old friends at first sight; perhaps we have met before?"

Hearing his words, before Xiao Zigui could say anything, Tang Yanyu beside him had already burst into laughter.

Her tone was dismissive: "If you put it that way, you are mistaken; my senior brother had mediocre talent before and has never left the sect, so you certainly have never seen him."

(End of chapter)