Chapter 670

Every small step of progress may seem insignificant.

In truth, it is something a Shattered Realm expert, after years of bitter meditation, still cannot obtain!

Yet now, a single sip of tea has actually allowed Wu Wudi's state of mind to advance.

Even Wu Wudi, who had seen great storms and tasted every delicacy under heaven, now wore a shifting expression.

Holding the tea, he asked Di Shitian and the others,

"This tea?"

Clearly, he was asking about the tea's origin.

Di Shitian and the others naturally knew what this tea meant to a powerhouse.

In fact, the first time Di Shitian tasted this fine tea, he nearly swallowed the cup whole.

That Wu Wudi could still hold his teacup and ask about the tea's origin

clearly showed his state of mind was indeed far more resolute.

Di Shitian explained with a smile,

"This is the Grand Longshou's specially made Awakening Tea—it's just called Awakening Tea!

As for where it comes from and the like, we know nothing at all.

We only know that, if by some luck we get to drink even a single sip, that's already wonderful."

"Exactly! Today we, too, are basking in your light—the Grand Longshou specially had Miss Jiang Yuyan serve us this Awakening Tea."

Senior Xiaoyaozi laughed heartily as well, pointing at the teacup in his hand as he spoke.

What works on the Shattered Realm is naturally even more useful for them, who stood at the supreme Mythical Realm.

It's just that Ximen Wudi was never a stingy man, yet he rarely offered it.

Clearly, either the tea was difficult to extract and limited in yield,

or there were other considerations.

"Good tea, good tea!"

Wu Wudi praised again and again, saying,

"I never expected Wu to receive such favor from the Grand Longshou. If it can help me break the blood curse, I'd even be willing to join the Qinglong Society."

As a man of the jianghu, Wu Wudi naturally knew the Qinglong Society would not help him for no reason.

Before coming, he had already thought about what conditions the Qinglong Society might set.

So long as it didn't demand his life or his son's, anything else could be agreed to.

But after entering, making peace with Di Shitian, and receiving such lavish hospitality,

and recalling the Grand Longshou Ximen Wudi's god-like bearing and methods,

Wu Wudi felt that following such a man would be even better!

"Ha! It seems you really do have a better eye for value than Mr. Xu."

Zhang Daoling could not help but tease again.

Back then, Di Shitian had snuck up to Qinglong Peak, still thinking to make Ximen Wudi submit.

Who knew Ximen Wudi detected him and inflicted heavy injuries with his aura alone.

He still refused to repent, and even fled back to Tianmen.

It took Ximen Wudi personally going to Tianmen before he grudgingly became Ximen Wudi's servant.

This matter had long become a laughingstock among the senior members of the Qinglong Society.

Although the Grand Longshou Ximen Wudi recruiting people into the Society had many tales worth telling before,

someone as clueless as Di Shitian was extremely rare.

Di Shitian was embarrassed again, his face flushing red, and said,

"Back then my cultivation was too low and my vision too shallow—how could I have known the Grand Longshou's might?

Luckily the Grand Longshou didn't treat me the way he treated Wang Xu!"

Wang Xu was none other than Master Guigu!

Back then, Ximen Wudi had intended to pull Master Guigu into the Society.

But Master Guigu, in Great Qin, was the head of the School of Vertical and Horizontal Alliances—a true paragon of lofty bearing—how could he be willing to submit to Ximen Wudi?

So Ximen Wudi made a wager with him: if he could take one strike from Ximen Wudi and survive, Ximen Wudi would let him go.

Who could have imagined that before the strike even landed, Master Guigu suffered heavy injuries.

In terror, he did just as Di Shitian had—using a secret art to flee for his life.

Ximen Wudi saw through Master Guigu's true strength, became utterly disappointed in him, and simply ignored him from then on.

If Ximen Wudi had treated Di Shitian the same way he treated Master Guigu,

that is to say, if he had not later gone to Tianmen and taken Di Shitian as a servant,

then Di Shitian would naturally still be holed up in Tianmen, secretly dreaming his dream of becoming a god.

In truth, he would be nothing but a frog at the bottom of a well, gazing only at the sky above.

One day, he would either be slain by Wu Wudi, or, as in the original, cut down by Duan Lang!

So in a certain sense, Ximen Wudi was truly Di Shitian's benefactor!

Di Shitian's words drew more laughter from the others.

He paid it no mind, and said to Wu Wudi again,

"This tea paired with pastries is a perfect match!"

478 The Source of the Blood Curse?

Hearing Di Shitian say this, Wu Wudi quickly popped a pastry into his mouth along with the tea.

These pastries truly were a delicacy of the human world.

He asked himself, he had also traveled to the ends of the earth, had seen and eaten the fare of every famous chef.

Even places overseas like You Dongying and Persia, he had once gone there in pursuit of the martial Dao.

The food from those lands, he had naturally eaten as well.

But these pastries, even if not the most delicious, ought to be among the finest delicacies he had ever tasted.

Eating these pastries, he nearly swallowed his own tongue along with them.

Paired with that sip of tea, he felt his whole person being sublimated.

Just as he was savoring this delicacy, a surge of scalding power poured into his body.

To his astonishment, his flesh actually condensed by a fraction!

"This…"

Truly, this tea could elevate the state of mind, and these pastries were no ordinary product either—they could actually sanctify the physical body?

One must understand that martial artists train in martial arts to glimpse the martial Dao.

The strongest part is not the spirit, not the state of mind, nor these things like true essence cultivation.

Once a martial artist truly reaches the Earthly Immortal Realm, each and every one's body is actually as hard as metal and stone.

Unless one is a martial artist of the same level, or higher, or uses divine weapons, poisons, and the like, they cannot be harmed.

Even martial artists of the Earthly Immortal Realm have physiques as formidable as this, let alone the Shattered Realm!

Wu Wudi had once believed his own body had already been pushed to its limit.

After all, he was already close to the limit of the Shattered Realm!

Only today, with this bite of pastry, did he realize he was still far from the limit!

"Haha! These pastries have no name—they're a secret method left behind by the Great Dragon Head, made by Miss Jiang Yuyan and Miss Baoqin.

Outside, you couldn't enjoy them!"

Seeing Di Shitian gave an explanation, eyeing with some envy the few remaining pastries still in Wu Wudi's hand.

How he wished Wu Wudi didn't know the details, and would let him sneak one away.

As for Miss Baoqin, that was Huang Rong.

"The Great Dragon Head is truly a divine man!"

Wu Wudi could no longer think of adjectives to describe his inner feelings.

Such a formidable and learned Great Dragon Head—why hadn't he encountered him sooner!

In his heart he felt some regret; if only he had known earlier, why listen to that Monk Sovereign's words and waste his time.

He should have returned long ago to Yunzhou, when the Qinglong Society was at its zenith.