The Journey of Overthrowing the Celestial Emperor
Ch. 191 ~ In Store
"Hey... You are! Looking at your appearance, you should be someone from a rich family... Leave your stuff here, and you'll be safe!"
Laohu stopped his footsteps when he was stopped by five people who seemed to be about to rob him.
Those five people were nothing more than a bunch of people who possessed a stage 8 Sky realm cultivator.
"Cih, even if I don't leave a thread of my clothes, I'll be safe!" laohu said cynically replying to the words uttered by one of them.
"Haha... He doesn't know who we are!!"
The five robbers looked at each other while laughing at Laohu.
"You're so arrogant. It seems that death won't be approaching you for long!"
Spring...
One of them immediately pulled the sword from its sheath. He advanced slowly, trying to scare Laohu with the sword, unfortunately Laohu just budged.
"Owh, your mentality turned out to be pretty good. All right, since you've tested me enough, then my patience stock is up."
The man stepped forward, getting closer to Laohu. Then he darted with a field that had been flowed with a fair amount of Qi energy.
Mmp...
The sword landed on Laohu's chest. Successfully ripped the other clothes, but the sword was not able to hurt the skin, even a small scratch was not there.
Seeing that, it made the five people very, very surprised.
"Ka–kau... not human!" one of the five said in disbelief what had just happened.
"I'm not human!" laohu said honestly.
Hearing that, the five people who had originally acted as pretentious and powerful god-level figures were instantly frightened. Even the fear that pierced to the bone.
They just ran away without cause. Scattered without direction, there were even those who had fallen awake and ran again.
Laohu could only furrow both eyebrows with the behavior of the five people.
"Am I not honest that I am not a human but a demon. Then why are they running around in fear like they just saw a ghost....it's so weird?" murmured Laohu for a moment. Then he shook his head slowly. After that, continue the journey.
***
In a shop, there were a few people gathered. They seemed to be listening to someone who was giving a story.
"Five legendary heirlooms. Five unparalleled heirlooms. Five heirlooms were contested by many cultivators. Rela did various ways to get one of the five heirlooms...
"It is also possible that the owner of the heirloom will be etched his name among the ranks of famous cultivators. Even an ordinary cultivator would become extraordinary by possessing that thing....
"Konon said the five heirlooms were heirlooms belonging to the gods of the Upper Realm who accidentally fell into the Middle Realm. Anyone who possessed it could turn those people into a god...
"Surely how can no one not be tempted by this?
"Unfortunately, the greed of humans that exceeds any race makes them willing to kill their own people to get the power...
"The "endless bloodshed has been going on for several months. The population of hundreds of thousands and even millions of individuals who participated in the bloodshed shrank with time...
"Countable, how many victims have fallen due to greed. No one wants to give up on handing over the heirloom to the opponent's hand. Even one of the heirlooms will continue to move from hand to hand...
"The vast land that is used as a combat medium is now like a human land. The number of bodies that keep falling. I do not know how long it has been lying in that place, until worms and meat-eating termites have moved in groups to eat the decaying flesh...
"Surprisingly, still those people like not to care about the smell of a stinging carcass in the nose. Yep. The ambition to have one or two of them was too great, to forget what had happened around them...
"This has been going on for thousands of years!" A storyteller immediately stopped his story when one of them cut it off.
"Haiss, you've told that story a dozen times. We're so bored!"
"Yes, right... We'd better go to another store that's more exciting."
"Really... The store next door is more exciting, although the food is not as good as here, but at least we can hear the same story!"
Seeing his customers rise one by one and going out, the shop owner and the storyteller panicked. Soon he stopped them and persuaded her.
"Wait gentlemen... I can bring him another more exciting story to accompany your meal and drink."
"Oh, you've said that a few times, but still the stories you carry are all the same..."
"True, let's go..."
The customers seemed to be really going away, and this made the old man even more panicked and worried that the store would come back quiet.
But when some people had reached the exit, suddenly a handsome young man in neat clothes and a sword tucked into his waist, walked casually into the tavern. In a short time it had caught the attention of those people.
"Thousands of years ago, the Son of the Celestial Emperor would have been killed by his father. Yet he was saved by a God, and hid it to the Middle Realm." The young man stopped his story for a moment. He then walked to the stage, also with people who had intended to go out, suddenly stopped his intention and chose to sit back because he was curious about the story of the son of the Celestial Emperor told by the young man.
He smiled for a moment and continued his story. String quotes were also played by the shop owner, herding the story of the young man. He tried to play the strings with his full feeling and shrewdness, so that customers could feel every story being told, so that they would not turn to the shop next door.
"The Sky Emperor's son was deposited in a clan ...."