Chapter 1213 - Running into the Horse Bandits
Everyone seated in the city tavern was a vicious-looking strongman.
Some of them rested their feet on chairs and swore vile curses. Others took swig after swig on alcohol, their arms wrapped around not-too-willing women.
Ye Zichenâ€™s sudden appearance seemed to disturb their revelry. The instant he stepped inside, he sensed everyoneâ€™s gazes land on him.
â€śIt seems the people of the Divine Mountains arenâ€™t too friendly!â€ť Ye Zichen murmured to himself, then nodded at them and silently took a few steps backward.
However, practically without Ye Zichen noticing it, someone closed the door to the tavern.
A few rogues with wicked grins stood by the doorway. â€śYet another lost little lamb.â€ť
The man sitting in the very center of the room, a tattooed, bald-headed man smiled a toothy, sinister grin. His companions, none of whom looked like good people, burst into laughter.
The bald, tattooed man leeringly walked up to Ye Zichen, emanating waves of pressure that bore down on Ye Zichen.
A sky supreme.
That baldy was at least a sky-supreme-level expert.
â€śHey brother, you must be tired from traveling,â€ť said the baldy. Then he turned away from Ye Zichen and shouted into the bar, â€śSet a place for him!â€ť
A middle-aged man whoâ€™d been sitting at the same table as the baldy got up and immediately headed towards the kitchen. The bald man then pounded Ye Zichen on the shoulder.
â€śCome on, join me.â€ť
â€śAlright.â€ť Ye Zichen glanced calmly at the baldy and followed him with no objections. Then, as everyone else in the bar watched him, he sat down calmly.
Ye Zichen wanted to retreat earlier, but that was just because he didnâ€™t want to make trouble for himself.
Still, if trouble came looking for him, he had the Yao-Sealing Pagoda. What did he have to be afraid of?
Ye Zichenâ€™s sharp gaze took in the bald man, but he simply smiled and disregarded it.
â€śLittle brother, did you just arrive in the God Realm?â€ť asked the baldy as his companion laid a table setting for Ye Zichen. The baldy even personally poured Ye Zichen a cup of wine.
â€śThatâ€™s right. Iâ€™ve only been here for a few hours,â€ť said Ye Zichen between sips of alcohol.
Heâ€™d assumed that the wine up on the Divine Mountains would be more fragrant than in the Lower Lands, but as soon as the wine touched his tongue, Ye Zichen discovered that it was extremely low-quality. It was inferior to the wine below.
He set his wineglass aside, and when the bald man tried to pour him another glass, he stopped him.
â€śNo need; keep the rest for yourselves.â€ť
â€śSo, Little Brother, you think youâ€™re too good for the alcohol coarse men such as ourselves drink?â€ť The bald man frowned.
â€śIt is a bit hard to stomach,â€ť said Ye Zichen without beating around the bush. â€śIâ€™m afraid this type of booze is only fit for feeding livestock.â€ť
Ye Zichen hurriedly laughed. â€śEveryone, donâ€™t take offense. Iâ€™ve always said whateverâ€™s on my mind; itâ€™s not targeted at you. Actually, what I wanted to say was, not even livestock would want to drink...aiya, look at my stupid mouthâ€¦.â€ť
He flashed an apologetic smile, but the tavernâ€™s customersâ€™ expressions had already grown unfriendly.
An ambiguous light flashed through the bald manâ€™s eyes, but he gestured for the others to keep quiet and laughed straightforwardly.
â€śSince you donâ€™t like we humble folksâ€™ wine, we wonâ€™t press the matter. From the look of things, you must be tired from your long journey. Eat up!â€ť
â€śThen Iâ€™ll just go right ahead.â€ť
The food they were eating was actually rather ordinary; dried strips of beef that had been in storage for who knows how long. When you put them in your mouth, you had to chew and chew and chew before you could break them. There were also a few platters of ordinary side dishes. If Ye Zichen werenâ€™t in the mood to keep up his act, he couldnâ€™t have even been bothered to lift his chopsticks.â€ť
Eating this was worse than just eating stomach-filling medicines from the Yao-Sealing Pagoda.
After about an hour, Ye Zichen patted his full belly and burped.
â€śSo, little brother, have you had enough to eat?â€ť For all this time, the others in the tavern didnâ€™t so much as touch their chopsticks. They just watched as Ye Zichen ate, looking rather happy as they did so. Once he put down his chopsticks, everyone else forced in on him. Their ill intentions were so clear, even a moron would notice them.
Yet Ye Zichen nevertheless enjoyed pretending not to notice. He turned to the baldy and smiled amiably. â€śI had a good meal. Thank you so much for your kindness. It seems like the God Realm is better than where I used to live.â€ť
â€śSo are you saying that you used to be surrounded by rather unfriendly people?â€ť the bald man chuckled.
â€śOh yes, I wonâ€™t hide it from you; I just got here from the Lower Lands. The Lower Lands have a group called the Axe Gang. I donâ€™t know if you know this, but they do all sorts of terrible things. Burning, pillaging, killing, stealing, they do it all! Down Below, I worried day and night about how best to escape their demonic clutches!â€ť Ye Zichenâ€™s expression was desolate; he looked like someone whoâ€™d been through a lot of suffering.
Every ascender hailed from the Lower Lands, and Axe Gang had been quite some time. When he brought up the gang, it was only natural that the others in the tavern recognized its name.
â€śYouâ€™re right, little brother. Down in the Lower Lands, thereâ€™s nothing the Axe Gang wonâ€™t sink to.â€ť
â€śJust thinking about them makes me angry!â€ť said Ye Zichen, his face a mask of righteous indignance. He cupped his fist at the bald man and said, â€śForget it. Iâ€™ve already ascended to the Divine Mountains, no need to worry about them anymore. Iâ€™ve already eaten my fill, so I wonâ€™t disturb your party any longer. Letâ€™s part ways here.â€ť
However, before Ye Zichen could get up, two third-stage earth supremes appeared behind him and pressed down on his shoulders. They glared out of the corner of their eyes.
In his heart, Ye Zichen laughed, but on the outside, he feigned confusion. â€śThisâ€¦â€ť
â€śDonâ€™t be nervous, little bro. We donâ€™t mean you any harm,â€ť said the baldy with a calm smile. Soon, however, his smile grew cold. He tapped his finger on the tabletop and said, â€śHowever, as you can see, weâ€™re struggling to get by up here in the God Realm. Just now, you ate and drank quite a bit of our supplies, soâ€¦shouldnâ€™t you give a little something back?â€ť
â€śItâ€¦. that wasnâ€™t free?â€ť Ye Zichen arched his brows.â€ť
â€śThereâ€™s no such thing as a free lunch, donâ€™t you think?â€ť The bald man snorted. â€śAlthough we rather hit it off, and I have no desire to trouble you over one meal, I canâ€™t speak for my companions.â€ť
Instantly, everyone in the tavern rose to their feet, and countless presences locked onto Ye Zichen.
I just arrived in the God Realm and already I ran into this, tch tch. Ye Zichen thought to himself, then feigned helplessness and indignation. â€śThenâ€¦. Tell me, boss, how much money do I owe you?â€ť