Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 125 Siege
It was summer, night had just fallen, and the evening breeze was cool.

In the eastern part of Jiangyang County, the ancient road that was once used for merchants to travel has become desolate due to the fighting between immortals and the invasion of barbarians. There are only a few insects chirping and fireflies on the side of the road.

The moon is bright tonight, but the stars are dim. A vague red cloud floats from the distant sky and slowly descends in the night.

Not far ahead was a brightly lit inn, but there were no other buildings around it, standing alone. The red cloud stopped not far from the inn.

First, a man came down from the clouds. He had a nimble figure and was carrying a girl on his back. The girl was fast asleep at this moment. Her head rested on the man's shoulder. She had her hair tied up in a ring and her face was covered in mud, making her look gray.

Following closely was a scholar in white, who came down with an old man. It was the old boatman, who was still in shock, his legs trembling, and he barely stood still, exclaiming:

"My two benefactors, this is my first time in heaven, and I'm terrified."

"Old man, your granddaughter is very happy. You are so old, you can't lose face in front of your children."

Zhang Yu looked at the girl beside him. The child was young and was in high spirits and laughing all the way while taking her to ride the wind. She had forgotten about the previous disaster and was tired from playing and had fallen asleep.

The old boatman's surname was He, and his granddaughter's name was Zhiting. The grandfather and granddaughter depended on each other for survival. There were barbarians infesting where they originally lived. When Liu Xiao heard about the two, he took them with him to Taiping in the east.

"Just a few miles further, we'll reach the Shen family. I'll take Zhiting with me to seek refuge with our relatives, so I won't need you two to escort us."

He Chuan Gong spoke earnestly, kneeling to the ground and about to kowtow in thanks. Zhang Yu quickly helped him up and said,
"It's just a small favor. It's getting late, and we, Yufeng, also need to recuperate. Let's go to the inn and rest first. We'll talk tomorrow."

Liu Xiaowen moved quickly and walked to the front of the inn with the girl on his back. He Chuangong, who was standing beside him, didn't know what to say. A complicated expression appeared on his face as he said thank you softly.

The inn was quite large, with bright lights. Inside, there was a lot of noise and the clinking of wine glasses, making it seem lively.

Liu Xiaowen found that Zhiting behind him had woken up. She rubbed her eyes, and her eyes flickered with curiosity.

He squatted down slightly and asked the girl behind him to get down. Zhiting stood still obediently and timidly held the corner of Liu Xiaowen's clothes. Liu Xiaowen held her somewhat cold little hand and led her inside.

There were three or four tables in the inn, and they were quite full. Liu Xiaowen glanced around and saw a small ebony table in a corner that could just seat four people.

Liu Xiaowen took a seat and asked Zhiting to sit aside. The girl was a little restrained and behaved in a proper manner.

Zhang Yu was followed by He Chuan Gong, and they came to this table together. Zhang Yu sat opposite and invited He Chuan Gong to take a seat.

The old man looked at his patched and tattered clothes, his face showing a bit of embarrassment, and said in a low voice:
"But I, an old man, don't need to sit down. I'm shabby and dirty, and I'm afraid I'll dirty the tables and chairs, and even bother the two benefactors."

"No, just sit down. I lived a hard life when I was young. Why should you care about these things, old man?"

Zhang Yu smiled, and a bit of heroism appeared on his frail face. He pulled He Chuan Gong, and the other party seemed to have clouds under their feet and landed on the bench in a trance.

Business here is booming. Liu Xiaowen looked around and found that the place was already full of people, including quite a few cultivators.

Nine people were sitting at the largest table in the hall. They were all wearing green robes with an image of a lifelike blue bird embroidered on their robes, with its wings spread out, ready to fly, bringing with it clouds and rain.

This group of people are all cultivators, roughly five of them are in the late stage of fetal breathing, and four are in the stage of Qi training. Three of them are only in the second or third level, but the leader is already in the fifth level of Qi training. He has a leopard head and round eyes, and he has a murderous aura on him, as if he doesn't want anyone to approach.

This group of people ordered quite a few dishes. Liu Xiao smelled and saw that they were all made with monsters and spiritual medicines. Although they were only at the fetal breathing level, they were still quite extraordinary.

The bear paw, which was glowing with fire, was three times the size of an ordinary one. It was mixed with various spiritual medicines, stewed until it was soft and fragrant.

The black carp was cut open and placed on the dish. The steamed fish meat was tender and white, but the fish head was still opening and closing, speaking human words and begging for mercy.

As for the other dishes, each has its own unique flavor.

On the other side of the hall, sat a middle-aged couple.

The man was handsome, with an extraordinary bearing, wearing a silver robe, and was at the fourth level of Qi training. The woman was wearing a purple silk skirt, with a beautiful figure, and was at the first level of Qi training. They ordered a small dish, faced the light, drank one cup after another, and talked and laughed in low voices.

Near the counter, there was a monk in a goose yellow robe. He had a youthful figure and was only a Qi-refining cultivator. He was lying on the table, as if he was resting, with his head buried. There was a pot of wine on the table, half of which was drunk.

The rest were ordinary people, all dressed in brocade robes and gorgeous clothes, but they dared not make any noise. They sat at some of the most tattered tables with their brows lowered.

The waiter came over hurriedly. He was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a clean gray short-sleeved shirt. He actually had some cultivation skills and was at the initial stage of fetal breathing. There was some apology on his face.

"Gentlemen, we are short-staffed and haven't had time to serve you. I apologize."

As he spoke, the waiter brought out a pot of wine, placed it on the table, and said with an apologetic smile:

"Here is a pot of old wine. I hope you will forgive me."

The waiter looked at Liu and Zhang from beginning to end with great respect.

Zhang Yu sniffed it briefly, waved his hand, accepted the pot of wine, and said with a smile:

"Your wine is good, so we won't bother with it."

"Thank you, sir. What would you like to order? Or would you like to stay in the hotel?"

Zhang Yu turned slightly to look at the group of people in the center of the hall. His eyes moved for a moment and he said softly:
"Since we're staying at the hotel, we have to order food. Serve me whatever this group of people order."

The waiter's eyes lit up, he looked over, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice:
"Sir, they ordered the Eight Delicacies of Mountain Flavor from my shop, which is not cheap."

Zhang Yu said nothing and casually handed a bag of spirit stones to the waiter. The waiter opened it, took a look at it, and closed it immediately.

"Is that enough?"

"That's enough, that's enough, please wait a moment, sir." The young waiter's face flushed, his mouth wide open with a smile, and he hurried to order the dishes.

"Why bother spending money? This restaurant is a little unusual. It's better not to eat here easily."

Liu Xiaowen heard in a low voice that as Qi-refining cultivators, they could already practice fasting and could recover with the help of spirit stones.

"Of course I have to try it when I'm here. There's nothing going on over there."

As he spoke, Zhang Yu pointed slightly at the group of people in the center of the hall, who were drinking, playing games, and chatting happily.

"You guys eat, I'll forget about it. If there are any problems, there's someone sober."

Liu Xiaowen sighed. He had figured out Zhang Yu's temperament in the past few days. He was used to his freedom and difficult to persuade.

"Ever since preparing to head towards the East China Sea, the dragon fire on Zhang Yu's body has gradually extinguished, and he no longer possesses any magical powers. If he encounters some high-level cultivators, it will be really difficult to deal with him."

After a while, all the dishes were served. Zhiting and He Chuangong on the side did not dare to pick up their chopsticks and looked embarrassed. Zhang Yu let Zhiting pick up her chopsticks first.

The girl timidly looked at the table full of dishes, but did not move. Instead, she looked at He Chuan Gong and asked softly:

"grandfather?"

He Chuan Gong's weathered face showed a hint of helplessness, and he said in a kind voice:
"Eat."

After finishing her words, Zhiting looked at Liu Xiaowen and Zhang Yu, and said in a low voice, respectful:
"Thank you both, benefactors."

After he finished speaking, he waited for Zhang Yu to pick up his chopsticks before Zhiting followed suit. She first picked up a piece of fish and placed it in front of He Chuan Gong, saying softly:
"Master, eat fish."

Her voice was soft, and a smile appeared on He Chuangong's old face, and his skin, like a dead tree, wrinkled.

Liu Xiaowen looked into his eyes and thought of his grandfather. His mood was a little low. Zhang Yu beside him was very considerate. He poured a glass of wine for Liu Xiaowen, raised his own glass, and said in a deep voice:
"Fellow Daoist Xiao Wen, this is a toast to you. Thank you so much for accompanying me on this journey."

After saying this, Zhang Yu drank it all in one gulp. The wine was quite strong and mixed with a lot of spiritual medicine, which made the scholar's face turn red.

Liu Xiaowen raised his glass, took a sniff, and tested it with his magic power. After finding that there was nothing wrong with the spiritual wine, he drank it all in one gulp.

The two of them drank together and seemed to be quite close to each other.

After a while, there was a muffled sound outside the inn, as if something heavy had hit the ground, shaking the food and wine on the table.

A huge figure squeezed in from outside the door. It was a sturdy man, like an iron tower, with a rough face and wearing black iron armor. He was actually at the sixth level of Qi Refining, with a cold expression, standing at the door of the store.

Liu Xiaowen frowned slightly. The sixth level of Qi Refining was considered a qualitative change. His magic power was far more powerful than before and he was not someone to be trifled with.

Zhang Yu on the side also looked over, his expression a little gloomy. Fortunately, the man did not look at Liu Xiaowen and Zhang Yu, but stared at the group of people in the hall who were wearing green robes with green bird patterns on them.

The young waiter came forward hurriedly, lowered his head, and asked in a trembling voice:
"Greetings, Lord Baoxiang. You came to our shop to ask for something."

"roll."

The man's voice was cold and hard as iron, but the waiter acted as if he had been pardoned and hurried into the inner hall as if he was escaping for his life.

The treasure elephant in black armor stared straight at the group of green-robed monks in the hall. He looked at the one with the highest cultivation level, the one with a leopard head and round eyes, sneered, and said:

"Yin Yuanlu, you brought this bunch of stray dogs with you. Instead of leaving Jiangyang early, you even wanted to attack my Shen family. Are you crazy?"

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense. The nine monks in the center came forward together. Yin Yunlu drank a cup of wine, and clouds and rain seemed to appear on his green robe, and murderous aura was all over his body.

"Shen Baoxiang, you can try and see if Tingyu Sect has any more tricks up its sleeve."

Several cultivators beside him all had solemn expressions, their auras surging, ready to attack. Shen Baoxiang's expression softened a bit, and he said:
"If you hand over the treasure, my Shen family will naturally not make things difficult for you. If you really want to fight to the death, that will be a dead end."

"Let's see today whether the direct descendant of your Tingyu Clan will come to rescue you!"

As he was speaking, whistles were heard outside the inn, one after another, and there were hidden forces, and there were actually quite a few people gathered outside.

Several mortals nearby were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They walked forward tremblingly and begged the Lord of the Shen family to let them go.

The man in black armor laughed coldly and made way, actually letting these mortals leave. Zhang Yu, who was watching from the side, was a little tempted and wanted to get away quickly.

But just as the group of mortals walked out of the inn, they heard a few screams, and then there was silence, and blood splattered on the door.

"Who else wants to leave?"

Shen Baoxiang looked around and was satisfied when he saw that no one said anything.

He glanced around and saw that the tables previously occupied by mortals had been occupied by them. He looked around and saw the young man in the goose yellow robe lying alone on the table resting. He sneered and walked straight forward.

The man slammed the table hard. I don't know what kind of magic he used, but the wooden table didn't break, but it made a loud noise like thunder.

The young man slowly raised his head, his eyes half sleepy, and looked at the person in front of him, and asked softly:

"What's the matter?"

Liu Xiaowen looked at him intently and became suspicious. Why didn't this young man look like someone from the country?

(End of this chapter)