Mortal Mage

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Outside the house was a shabby, earth-colored triangular sign.

(PS banner; a sail flag used to indicate the store name and business type)

There were four big characters "Yuxing Inn" written on the sign.

This is not a post station, but an inn.

Zhang Mingxuan looked at the sail flag and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

The post stations were run by the imperial court. Although they were open to the public, passing travelers were differentiated into different classes, and it was more a matter of power.

The service treatment at the inn is based solely on money, so there is no need to worry about differences in status.

Outside the inn, there were more than a dozen horses belonging to other travelers tied up. The waiter who was feeding the horses saw the guests and hurried over.

"Sir, are you staying at the hotel or eating?"

"Just rest and leave, and have a meal while you're at it."

Zhang Mingxuan dismounted and handed the reins to the waiter.

"Hey, sir, please rest in your room. I will feed your horse for you."

As soon as the waiter finished speaking, before he stepped into the inn, more than a dozen spiritual senses suddenly came to investigate him. His heart twitched and he reached out to touch his waist, only to find that he had been careless and had forgotten to open the Lingxi Gourd. He felt something was wrong.

In just a breath of time, the spiritual sense in the inn had already detected his level of Qi Refining Great Perfection.

"Master, don't panic. Their cultivation is too low and they haven't detected the slave yet."

Hao Fen followed closely behind Zhang Mingxuan and whispered.

Hearing this, Zhang Mingxuan breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Hao Fen doesn't reveal his identity, he has nothing to worry about.

Immediately, he used his spiritual sense to investigate back.

More than a dozen auras were fluctuating in the inn.

The strongest person's true Qi strength was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and the other dozen or so people's cultivation levels were only hovering around the second, third, and fourth levels of Qi Refining.

It seems more like some folk practitioners gathered here.

The moment he stepped into the lobby of the inn, more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at him and Hao Fen.

On the left side of the hall sat two tables of burly soldiers, and at a glance there were about fourteen or fifteen of them.

Sitting in the inner seats were three middle-aged men dressed in civil servant uniforms.

And the aura of the seventh level of Qi Refining was emanating from the three civil servants.

On the right sat six Taoist priests in green, and on the table beside them were placed their respective swords.

The remaining auras of the second, third and fourth levels of Qi Refining were emanating from these six green-robed Taoists.

The backs of two women were sitting in the main hall. There was no aura leaking from these two women, and they looked like two ordinary people.

But one of the women stepped on a sack that was squirming.

There should be a person in the sack.

It seemed that the group of officers and soldiers did not dare or did not want to care about the two women who kidnapped people.

These three groups of people are not from the same group.

Zhang Mingxuan ignored the gazes of the group of people and found a private seat with Hao Fen to sit down.

This private seat was closest to the group of soldiers, separated only by a beam.

The waiter followed hurriedly behind him with his head shrunk, as if afraid of getting into trouble.

"Feed the horses, serve the food, and the extra will be your reward."

Zhang Mingxuan placed a ten-liang silver ingot on the dining table.

He had just accidentally revealed his cultivation level, and hiding it now would only make these people suspicious.

To achieve great perfection in refining a weapon, one must have the aura of great perfection.

After Zhang Mingxuan took his seat, the six Taoist priests in green on the left were the first to withdraw their gazes and go about their business.

The two women in the hall remained indifferent.

The three officials just glanced at him and Hao Fen and continued eating, seemingly not taking him and Hao Fen seriously.

However, the group of soldiers were staring at Hao Xun beside Zhang Mingxuan with great interest.

The group of soldiers couldn't see the veiled Hao Xian clearly, they just whispered to each other.

However, Zhang Mingxuan's hearing was sufficient to hear the conversation among the soldiers clearly.

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"Tsk tsk, look at that young lady, with big breasts and a thin waist. I have never seen such a beauty in Liang Country."

A soldier stared at Hao Fen's frosty white chest, his eyes full of greed.

"That's right. This thin waist must feel really good to hold! If I could hold it in my arms and give it some love, it would be so comfortable."

Another soldier moved his gaze from Haofen's feet to her frosty neck and licked his lips.

"Hehe, the army is short of women, and we brothers are almost going crazy. Brother, if we can take this woman away, we can take turns, wouldn't it be so great..."

Another soldier withdrew his gaze and looked at the bronze-armored man sitting in the middle, and tried to persuade him, "Brother, the pretty boy next to her doesn't look like a martial artist. Let me go first..."

"Humph."

The bronze-armored man snorted lightly, glanced at the white-faced man at the back table with extreme disdain, and then moved his gaze to the three officials inside with full respect.

This big man in bronze armor is the best equipped among this group of soldiers and should be the leader of the group.

The three officials smiled faintly at the bronze-armored man and shook their heads.

It only means two words: no.

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A hint of coldness flashed across Zhang Mingxuan's eyes, but he quickly suppressed the anger.

If we kill people because of a few dirty words from these low-level soldiers, it will inevitably cause unnecessary trouble.

They were just discussing in private, and Zhang Mingxuan pretended not to hear.

If these people dare to show the slightest disrespect, the five-star spirit pattern spear in his ring is ready.

Even if you don't kill him, you should teach him a lesson.

"Sir, your meal."

The waiter brought a tray with four stacks of vegetarian dishes, and then brought a golden and crispy roast chicken.

Then two white jade porcelain bottles with a strong aroma of sauce were served.

The roast chicken exudes the aroma of charcoal fire, and it is obvious that it is cooked with great care.

You can tell from the smell that the liquor is an old wine that has been stored in the cellar for many years.

"Sir, this wine is a treasured possession of our shopkeeper and is not for sale. In consideration of your ten taels of silver, I specially ordered two bottles for you."

Zhang Mingxuan smiled slightly to express his gratitude, waved away the waiter, picked up a piece of chicken skin, took a sip of white wine, and looked at Hao Feng; "It's quite delicious."

"I want to eat too."

"Do you need to eat?"

"Master, don't you think you need to eat?"

Although the food intake during the Qi Refining Stage is very small, it is not fasting after all.

As a seventh-level fox demon, Hao Fen does not need to eat grains.

But I didn’t expect that this little shop in the wilderness could make such delicious food.

Hao Fen took off her veil, revealing her breathtaking and stunning face.

Her clear eyes looked at the roast chicken, and her slender hands like snow reached out gracefully to the roast chicken. She gently picked up a piece of crispy chicken skin with her slender pink nails, slightly raised her orchid finger, slightly raised the corners of her lips, and slowly put the chicken into her mouth.

At the same time, the fragrance from her mouth and a mouth-watering meaty aroma wafted between my lips and teeth.

"Yeah, it's really good."

She pinched another piece of chicken with her fingernails and put it into her mouth.

At this time, Zhang Mingxuan felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the inn.