Dominating Martial King
Chapter 792 - 333: Barbecue Skewer (Please Subscribe)_4

Chapter 792: Chapter 333: Barbecue Skewer (Please Subscribe)_4

However, there weren’t many buildings inside; only around one hundred and eighty or ninety mud houses, three tall buildings, and just over three hundred residents.

When Chu Xisheng arrived at this place, these people were all looking at them with wary and scrutinizing gazes.

Chu Xisheng was also sizing up the residents.

He noticed that their overall cultivation was not weak, the lowest being at the Sixth-Grade, with about a dozen at the Fourth-Grade.

’Eight-direction Wind’ Yang Dongpeng was leading the way while explaining, "Most of these people are locals, many of whom are former slave soldiers. They took the risk to break through in cultivation and escaped from the village. They hunt various beast species on Buzhou Mountain or collect various ores, exchanging them for advanced promotion methods from us.

So here, silver coin is of little use; they only value various martial arts skills, powerful magic artifacts, talismans, etc. It turns out the disciples of your Formless Divine Sect are the most welcome here, as your sect has collected most of the world’s martial arts skills. If you are willing to offer a cultivation technique above the Fourth-Grade, hiring a few Fourth-Grade martial cultivators here is not a difficult task."

Chu Xisheng noticed that when the residents heard the words ’Formless Divine Sect,’ their eyes lit up even more intensely.

Besides that, he noticed that the mud walls of these houses hadn’t dried completely; the doors and walls were quite new and had not been treated with anti-corrosion grease.

Yang Dongpeng eventually led them in front of an inn.

The inn was very simple, constructed out of wood that hadn’t even been smoothed of all its ridges.

There wasn’t even a single customer inside, only a waiter and a chef, who were welcoming them with beaming smiles at the door.

"Freshness House!"

Yang Dongpeng looked at the sign before entering with a smile, "I ate here twice a month ago. Although it’s an inn built by locals, the chef learned his craft from our fellows on Divine Continent, and the taste is quite authentic.

The ingredients are all exotic delicacies from Buzhou Mountain, though the price is a bit steep. Their business model is to open for three years at a time without need for continuous customers."

Ye Zhiqiu, however, was frowning with suspicion in her eyes: "How should we find the information about the Moluo Clan?"

She wasn’t in the mood to eat at all.

"The innkeeper here is an All-Knowing individual. Whatever you want to inquire about here, you can learn it from the boss. You can even buy the latest issues of Debating Martial Arts and Heavenly Mechanism Martial Arts Manual here.

You can also ask him to vouch for you and hire martial cultivators. Actually, if you’re impatient, you could also ask the locals, but their information might not be as complete."

Yang Dongpeng smiled and took a seat at an octagonal table.

He looked at the waiter, "He should have received the message, shouldn’t he?"

The waiter’s face was all smiles, "Our shopkeeper is out on business, but he’s already on his way back. The guests might as well order some drinks and dishes to enjoy. By the time you’re all satisfied with the meal and drink, our shopkeeper will be almost back.

Speaking of which, you two new customers, you probably haven’t tried our ’Ganlu Wine,’ have you? This wine is brewed by the Giant Spirit, a different flavor from what you have on Divine Continent."

Chu Xisheng couldn’t help but shake his head slightly.

In this unfamiliar place, it seemed unavoidable to be treated like a mark and fleeced thoroughly.

Having no choice, they ordered a heap of foods and drinks.

The items here were quite expensive and couldn’t be paid for with silver coins but required cultivation elixirs instead.

If the elixirs were converted to silver coins, this table’s worth of food and drink would cost ten thousand.

However, the ingredients were indeed rare delicacies from the Thirty-Six States of Divine Continent.

After an half-hour, most of the dishes and drinks were served, and Yang Dongpeng toasted the two, "Please! It’s rare to meet fellow townsfolk on Buzhou Mountain, let alone distinguished disciples from the Formless Divine Sect, let’s have a good drink!

Ye Zhiqiu didn’t pick up her drink though; her hand rested on her sword, her expression cold as she surveyed the surroundings.

A cold glint flashed in her starry eyes, radiating kill intent.

Chu Xisheng held his drink with a seemingly carefree manner as he admired and played with it, "There’s no need to drink. I’m worried that the Jianghu is treacherous, and once we drink this wine, we might lose our lives. Tell me, when are those Moluo Giant Spirits coming?"

Yang Dongpeng was taken aback at this, and then he and his two companions all darkened in expression, "What do you mean by this?"

’Youfeng Sword’ Yan Yi was even angrier, snorting lightly, "Humph, the hearts of people are indeed full of malice. We kindly brought you here to inquire about news, and yet we’re treated as ungrateful."

As if to prove the wine was not poisoned, he drank down the contents of his cup in one gulp.

Seeing this, Ye Zhiqiu scoffed disdainfully, "Do you think we’re fools? The houses here are clearly newly built; look at this wooden table, look at these walls, the rough edges haven’t even been smoothed out, I guess they were built no more than ten days ago. Did you really come here a month ago?

If you three are not locals, then how did you find this place? Also, do you really think the way you send tokens is covert, unseen by others?"

Yang Dongpeng stiffened upon hearing this, realising that their ruse had been exposed.

Then he shook his head, unconcernedly.

What did it matter if their ruse was uncovered? Since these two had entered the Suiye Collection, it was as if they had walked into a den of wolves, with no way out.

Just then, a man walked into the inn.

He was about thirty, plump-faced, greasy-skinned, dressed in fine silk as if a wealthy merchant from the south.

As the man walked in, he burst into laughter, "Mr. Yaan, I didn’t expect that only a month later, you would bring us another piece of business—"

He strode forward while looking at Chu Xisheng and Ye Zhiqiu, but then his expression froze, and he came to a sudden halt.

"Could it be, you are the Infinite Blade Lord from the Formless Divine Sect!"