Chapter 135

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Chapter 135

Mist City

The city Mu Yu headed to was named Mist City. Indeed, True God Sword Shadow Dust Gales’ statues were seen everywhere one went. At the top of the city ceiling was a huge version of him. The statue depicted him with standing on his flying sword, hands behind his back, peering into the distance.Updated from n0velbIn.(c)o/m

Mu Yu: No wonder why he scored Secular World Sect’s maiden.

There most surprising part about the city was the majority of the cultivators were in their twenties and Golden Core Realm cultivators, numerous of whom were at the fifth layer. Aware his cultivation was nothing worth bragging about, Mu Yu kept his cultivation under wraps, though it was hard to maintain a low profile while carrying Tian Ran around – mainly owing to her tattered clothing. Nevertheless, he grew out of caring about opinions of strangers long ago.

Mu Yu asked for a room at an inn and set Tian Ran down. He asked the waiter to fetch a bucket of water so that he could dump Xiaoshuai in it to wash off the burnt scent and black stains. Xiaoshuai enjoyed paddling around, much to Mu Yu’s chagrin; imagine the water splashing all over the ground. Mu Yu left Xiaoshuai be and attended to Tian Ran, though he didn’t do much besides melancholically watch her sleep.

Xiaoshuai leapt out of the water, creating another mess and landed on Tian Ran. “She’s fine. The pressure from the formation just knocked her out. She’ll wake up eventually.”

“How did you turn white? Wait, you’re not an ugly duck?!”

Xiaoshuai had a round head, a pair of ears, pink nose, sapphire eyes and resembled a kitten with a fluffy rodent tail, short and fidgety.

“I told you it was because the lightning zapped me,” responded Xiaoshuai, wagging his tail. “I’m hungry.”

Aforementioned examination was conducted once annually, but not at fixed locations. Coincidentally, this year’s exam was held at Mist City in a few days’ time. Although Mu Yu and his fellow pupils were never taught alchemy, and were told they lacked the aptitude for it, Mu Yu was curious about the subject.

Three individuals strutted into the inn and instantly became the subject of whispers in the inn. With a straight face, one among the trio called, “General Manager, we want three rooms.”

“Right away.”

The trio made their way to the counter. The straight-faced youth was adorned in a white daoist robe, embellished with back clouds on the back and a pill cauldron on one chest. Behind him was an elder donning a purple robe with golden seams. He also sported the same emblem on his chest. He had a calabash attached to his green walking stick. Next to the youth was a youth roughly Mu Yu’s age. He looked relaxed but was also a Golden Core Realm Fifth Layer cultivator. He dressed exactly as the stoic youth did, except it looked a tad out of place on him.

The three were undoubtedly alchemists based off their uniforms.

The elder was evidently famous in the alchemists’ circle. Everyone present recognised him as Yao Yuji, the alchemist who produced a rank five pill when he was only a Primordial Infant Realm cultivator. Rumour had it he was in charge of the upcoming Rank Five alchemist exams and rightfully so as he was finally a Body Severing Realm cultivator.

“Big deal. What’s so hard about rolling a ball? I can tell if they taste good or not with a single glance,” remarked Xiaoshuai.

Mu Yu: Pills have taste now?

“Would you happen to have finished eating? Can we have your table?”