he teleportation array, as long as you can delay him for a moment, my people will arrive!"Luo Qing nodded and said, "That's right. Don't blame me for not reminding you, Jiang Yun has been favored by t...Anshan City, though not large in size, is a bustling town due to its strategic location on a major transportation route.

In the city, there is a wine house called Buju Lou.

Right now, it's mealtime. The three-story building is packed with people, and the noise level is deafening.

A waiter, like a nimble fish, constantly shuttled between the different floors, deftly delivering drinks and taking orders.

By the sound of his voice, this fellow was probably only eighteen or nineteen years old, but he had a black cloth covering his face, obscuring his features.

Even when he saw guests, he would always try to keep his head down and avoid making eye contact with others.

Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed through the air. The sound was so loud that it instantly silenced the noisy tavern.

And just then, a sneering voice came from the second floor of the restaurant: "I told you to take off this piece of cloth and show us your true face. Didn't you hear me"

"Just a bartender at a tavern, wearing a black cloth on his face. Is he ashamed of himself or just trying to be mysterious here"

"You don't believe me, I can kill you with a single palm!"

Upon hearing these words, many regular patrons in the tavern understood what was going on and their faces reflected this realization.

Surely, some guests were unhappy with the young man wearing a black cloth, and having had a bit too much to drink, they wanted him to remove it.

Such things have already happened more than once at this place, Buzzy's.

Every newcomer to this place is a little curious about the boy in black cloth, not understanding why he would cover his face.

As for the regulars in the know, although they understood what was going on, their expressions clearly showed they weren't about to get involved. They simply exchanged glances and shook their heads lightly before turning away.

The innkeeper hurried up the stairs,

and saw a young boy standing with his head bowed before a table. There were a man and two women seated at the table, all of them quite young.

Both women were beautiful, while the man had slicked-back hair and a powdered face. Dressed as a dandy, he now wore an expression of displeasure, glaring fiercely at the young man. It was clear that he was angry.

The shop owner rushed over and, without a word, kicked the young man hard, sending him sprawling to the side.

Then the shopkeeper bowed and said to the young master, “Sir, please don't be angry. He wasn't trying to be mysterious; his appearance is quite frightening, so he wears a black cloth to avoid scaring everyone and disrupting your enjoyment.”

The young master, upon hearing this, couldn't help but sneer again: "Hearing you say that, I'm even more curious, just how terrifying does he look! I want to see his face no matter what is said today. Take it off!"

Seeing that the young master was unwilling to relent, the shopkeeper could only turn and shout at the boy: "Come here! Since this customer wants to see your face, why don't you quickly take off the black cloth"

The young man was still a little reluctant, but the shopkeeper glared at him and said, "Tell you what, if it weren't for your pitiful state, I would have kicked you out ages ago just based on your looks. Do you want to be done with this"

Faced with no other choice, the young man could only reach out and remove the black cloth from his face.

"Ah!"

As soon as they saw the man's appearance, the two women immediately screamed in fright and covered their eyes with their hands.

Even the young master was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped the boy across the face. "You really are frightening to look at, you've ruined my mood, scram!"

This slap sent the young man flying, crashing into several tables before landing on the ground. He slightly raised his head, and his face was covered with countless wounds. The crimson flesh was rolled back, and even some places exposed bone, looking extremely ferocious.

"Get out of here!" The shopkeeper glared at the young man, then turned back to the young master with a smile. "My apologies, my apologies, I startled you. Dinner is on me today, on me!"

The young man hastily put the black cloth back on, without a word, turned and ran down the stairs. The man, however, smirked and said: “You invite You don’t even bother to find out who I am, do you I need you to treat me for a meal”

"Yes, yes, yes. It was my fault for not recognizing a distinguished gentleman like you. With your noble bearing, it's clear you come from a wealthy family. Of course, our perspectives are different." The shopkeeper continued to smile widely.

Don't worry, you won't be shortchanged on the drinks and food. Get out of here!

With the shopkeeper's departure, this matter naturally came to an end, and everyone simply treated it as a joke, laughing it off.

As night fell, the young men straightened their backs and bowed their heads to see off the last customer in the tavern. Only then did they straighten up and lift their heads.

Then, the young man carefully tidied up the tables and chairs, cleaned the place up, locked the doors of the tavern, and walked into the backyard, where there was a cellar.

He lifted the cellar door, and the helper slipped in low to the ground. Clearly, he was familiar with this place, for it was his residence.

The cellar was pitch black and damp, with a pervasive smell of rot in the air. The environment was extremely harsh.

The fellow, however, had grown accustomed to the environment here. He reached out and lit an oil lamp, holding it aloft as he walked into the depths of the cellar.

Although the dim lights flickered, they dispelled the darkness surrounding them, and even the damp air felt drier.

Just then, as the fellow finally reached the end of the cellar, he suddenly crouched down.

But under the dim glow of the oil lamp, the peddler reached out and dug into the damp soil. Within, lay nine spirit stones!

If a cultivator could see these nine spirit stones right now, they would be absolutely astonished.

Because these nine spirit stones, the lowest quality is also five grade!

A piece of five-grade spirit stone, if sold, could bring in enough money to transform this young man into a wealthy person overnight. He could even live a life of luxury without ever running out of money.

But the young man's eyes didn't pay any attention to these nine valuable spirit stones at all. Instead, he gently moved the position of three of them.

At that moment, nine spirit stones above suddenly emitted a burst of light all at once—this was, without a doubt, a teleportation array!

The young man stepped into the teleportation array without hesitation. His figure immediately vanished, reappearing in a cavern that was vast but clearly underground.

However, the inside of this cave is incredibly bright because the ceiling is inlaid with several equally valuable luminous pearls!

The cave was not only completely dry, but the air also carried a faint fragrance.

In the very center of the cave, upon a makeshift stone bed though clearly crafted with care, lay a young man. His eyes were closed, his face caked in mud.

At this point, the young man finally let out a sigh of relief. He extinguished the oil lamp in his hand, reached up to remove the black cloth from his face, and walked over to the bed, where he sat down heavily.

Staring at the unconscious young man, the little guy growled menacingly, “Ginger, you sure are comfortable, lying here sleeping for over a year. Let me tell you, if you don’t wake up soon, I won’t care about you anymore!”

Although his face was covered in scars under the bright light, if someone familiar with him saw his face, they might still be able to recognize him.

He is no ordinary young man, his name is Mu Shaofeng, the son of Daozong, one of the Nine Great Sects in the Wan Qian Dao Realm!

And lying on the bed, that unconscious young man was Jiang Yun!

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