Devour

There were many people walking on the street and no one noticed anything unusual.

Cheng Bai no longer paid attention to the disguised killers and led his team into the shop next door.

This is a retro building covering a large area, located in an excellent location in the market. The facade is majestic and unique, with a plaque inscribed with three large gold-plated characters "Xianhua Pavilion", which are written with iron painting and silver hooks, and the brush is full of ink.

Walking inside, you will find that the surrounding halls are spacious, bright, exquisite and elegant, displaying a wide variety of rare treasures such as metal minerals, jade and rocks, herbs and medicinal materials, etc., which are dazzling everywhere.

In the center of the building is an open-air garden, with a thousand-year-old Qiong tree that is exceptionally tall and strong. Under the tree are exotic flowers and plants, which are beautiful. There is also an exquisite pavilion with the words "Jingbao Pavilion" inscribed on the lintel.

The owner of the shop sits in the pavilion waiting for guests. The tea table in front of him is made of a whole piece of rosewood, carefully carved. The table top is wide and majestic, several meters long, and is filled with colorful snacks and colorful fruits, which are colorful, fragrant and delicious.

The only guest was a young man in his twenties, who was wearing a loose battle robe and a golden crown in his hair. He had a free and unrestrained temperament, a handsome face with deep contours and clear lines, and a bohemian smile on his face, as if he didn't care about anything in the world.

Cheng Bai walked into the pavilion leisurely, which was like his own garden, and sat on the right hand side of the young man with the golden crown. He said cheerfully, "Gentlemen, I am honored to meet you." He turned around and called his follower to sit on his right hand side.

The shop owner stopped chatting, raised his handsome face, and frowned slightly, as if he was surprised by the arrival of the customer.

He was not at all lazy, and skillfully used tea clips to bring clean purple clay tea cups to the new guests, gently placing them on the red sandalwood coasters. Then he picked up the fish-turning-dragon pot and slowly poured the fragrant tea into the cups, and the amber tea water gave off a fresh fragrance.

Cheng Bai noticed the store owner's figure. He had a perfect body proportion of seven heads. When he looked closer, he found that he was much smaller than an ordinary person. When he stood up, he was only four feet tall. He was very different from the common strong men in the north. His skin was as white and delicate as jade, and his face was exquisite as a painting.

The shop owner said generously, "Chu Kangtian welcomes the four distinguished guests."

Cheng Bai tasted the fragrant tea, his mouth full of fragrance, and praised: "The tea made with Xuncao and six-grade wild golden ginseng is great."

Seeing that he knew what was good, Chu Kangtian nodded and said, "Tea tasting is like practicing. Some people perceive the essence, some perceive the beauty, and some perceive the comfort. Young Master, you have good taste."

The young man with the golden crown sitting next to him had a twinkling look in his eyes, as if to please him, and said with a smile: "Tea is like life, colorful, elegant and long-lasting, with endless charm."

Cheng Bai asked, "Brother Chu, the goods here are all kinds of strange things, including those used for refining equipment, refining medicine, and array formations. What kind of store is this?"

Of course it’s not a teahouse. Chu Kangtian said, “My shop specializes in all kinds of natural treasures and precious and rare raw materials. Do you like any of them?”

Cheng Bai complimented, "The categories involved are so wide, and this ability is definitely not an ordinary store. Brother Chu is even more extraordinary, he is a man with great connections."

Chu Kangtian accepted the compliment and said frankly: "Every profession has its own specialty. Our Longmai Sect searches for natural resources and specializes in material channels. We are the only one in the Wuzhou Continent."

Cheng Bai was secretly delighted and asked, "Do you have any spiritual wood for sale?"

Chu Kangtian's eyelids jumped, and he said cautiously: "This treasure is rare and hard to find, only heroes can get it. What is your name, sir?"

The smoker licked the tea with his tongue, raised his head and interrupted, "Then there is nothing left. Don't be so stingy. If you have any valuable treasures, just take them out. My master is generous and will not treat you unfairly."

Chu Kangtian smiled and said, "To be honest, our store is usually only visited by familiar old customers, so we don't have any special preparations. If there is stock, Kangtian will definitely contact you by letter, so please leave your number." He gently pushed a stack of letters over on the table.

Cheng Bai was somewhat disappointed. He took the talisman and left his name: "My surname is Cheng, and I am the leader of the Heaven-Swallowing Sect."

Chu Kangtian smiled and said, "Master Cheng has high aspirations, do you have any other requests?"

Cheng Bai drank a sip of tea and asked, "How do I get to Shanhui City?"

Chu Kangtian said: "Master Cheng, you asked the right person. My Dragon Vessel Sect is one of the few representatives invited by the Heavenly Sect, and we still have a place in Shanhui City. There are actually several ways to go there."

Cheng Bai hurriedly said, "I'd like to ask for your advice."

Chu Kangtian talked freely, "Shanhui City is the city of gods, the capital of all sects, and the country of all associations. Tianmen is the power that controls Shanhui City, and it is the leader of the nine sects and ten schools. The disciples of the sect are called Tianjian, and the leader is called the Sword-wielding Heavenly King, representing the will of heaven, referred to as 'Heavenly King'. Those who are invited by them can climb to the top of Mount Daxumi, enter Shanhui City, and be ranked among the gods."

Cheng Bai drank up his tea and said, "How can I let the Sword-wielding Heavenly King know that I am going to Shanhui City and invite him?"

Chu Kangtian added tea and water, and said attentively: "The prodigies who travel across the Five Continents are likely to be noticed by the Heavenly Gate, and they will be sent a treasure covered car to pick them up. Otherwise, even if the talents of various races perform mediocrely in the Five Continents, they will not be noticed."

Cheng Bai was surprised and asked, "Is it possible that there is no chance to recommend talented people to Shanhui City?"

Chu Kangtian said: "Talented people are regarded as future sages and have special treatment. They can spend a huge amount of money to buy the Gate of Restoration at the Taishang Xuanmen in Zhongyuan Ruizhou and go directly to Shanhui City. Each talented person is granted three opportunities. This is the second method."

Cheng Bai said: "I see. Is there any other way?"

Chu Kangtian continued, "If you are strong enough, you can of course climb Mount Xumi directly. This mountain is the ancestor of all mountains, 2.16 million miles high, and it is difficult for mortals to reach it. Climbing the mountain is equivalent to challenging the Heavenly Sword, which will inevitably lead to a fierce battle. Therefore, according to ancient legends, who dares to climb Mount Xumi without a three-point three?"

Cheng Bai laughed dumbly and said, "This method is straightforward. I like it."

The young man with the golden crown said in a low voice: "It is said that there is another method, which is extremely mysterious. The Feitian Sect, one of the three religions, is called the Demon Sect by the Tianmen. It is opposed to it, but it has a way to come and go freely in Shanhui City. The details are unknown."

Cheng Bai started the conversation and said, "Brother, you are very knowledgeable. What's your name?"

The young man with the golden crown chuckled and said, "Brother Cheng must have just left his hometown and came here not long ago. Everyone in Qian'an City knows me, Nie Ziqiong, the most romantic wanderer in Beiwei Country, who is always causing trouble for others."

Cheng Bai saw that Nie Ziqiong's figure was no different from that of an ordinary person, but Chu Kangtian was particularly unique. He asked curiously, "Brother Chu, what race do you belong to? Is he also a branch of the human race?"

Chu Kangtian smiled and said, "There are five major branches of the human race in the Wuzhou Continent. Most of the people in Donghua Shangzhou are the Undead Clan. The Shennong Clan is the most powerful in Nanli Mingzhou. The Chilang Clan is the most powerful in Ximangtuozhou. The Tiexin Clan is the most powerful in Beilinbingzhou. Zhongyuan Ruizhou is under the rule of the Great Zhou Dynasty of my Zhourao Clan."

The Zhourao people were petite and dainty, and Chu Kangtian was considered a standard handsome man in the tribe, but he was already tall. There were several other staff members of the same tribe in the store, all of them short and sturdy.

Cheng Bai said: "It seems that the five major races do not live in one place, but are widely distributed in the world."

Chu Kangtian said: "From ancient times to the present, for tens of millions of years, all major races have developed harmoniously and interdependently. It is not easy for them to preserve their own cultures. I have occasionally traveled around."

Nie Ziqiong continued, "In addition to the five major races and some branches of the human race that migrated here, there are also some races that are difficult to distinguish whether they are human, demon, or god, such as the Feathered People, Night Demons, Thunder Gods, etc. Some of them are weak, or have few people. If the brothers travel for a long time, they will definitely see them one by one."

The two demons kept disturbing the store for a long time, and the killers waiting outside could no longer bear it.

Tu Kuangdao, who was pushing the pork stall, was the most impatient. He approached the calligraphy and painting stall and said, "It's a good thing that you don't miss. Did that kid find something? He's trying to avoid us."

Li Bukong, the man in the long robe, picked up the big brush in his hand, looked at it from left to right, and said in surprise: "Can he see that there is a blade hidden in this Tiger Pen? I can't even see it myself."

Tu Kuangdao was unwilling to give up, so he approached the old woman holding her grandson and whispered, "Min Xiaoxiao who never grows up, Min Xiuhua who never dies, don't you even have confidence in you?"

Old woman Min Xiuhua straightened her back, reached behind her and touched again and again, puzzled: "That guy in the lead is a little strange. I can't tell his level, but how did he find out that I had a hidden flame-poison incendiary bomb on my back? Is he pretending?"

Tu Kuangdao suggested: "They are inside the store, let's rush in and kill the Black Dragon Prince in battle armor while the chaos is going on."