Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 1001 - 295: [Brute?]

Chapter 295 [Rough Fellow?]

Early the next morning, as Chen Yan stepped out of his room, his servant Niu Bufan was already waiting outside the door, reporting to him: "Master, a messenger from Young Lord Yun of the Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe has come to invite you for morning tea."

Chen Yan was a bit surprised, not expecting Yun Zhao to send an invitation so early.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yan nodded and agreed.

As soon as he arrived at the hall of Heju Hall, he saw Liang already waiting there—Heju Hall’s Steward Ma was also present, conversing with Liang.

Steward Ma’s attitude seemed cautious and respectful.

"Fellow Taoist Zhao, my young master invites you," Liang greeted Chen Yan with his usual indifferent demeanor. However, Chen Yan had grown accustomed to this attitude and simply smiled, saying, "Thank you for coming so early, Senior, I..."

Steward Ma, standing beside them, subtly signaled to Chen Yan, which he noticed but did not understand.

Originally intending to leave with Liang immediately, Chen Yan quickly changed his words: "I have some affairs at Heju Hall to discuss with Steward Ma; could Senior Liang please wait for a moment?"

With that, Chen Yan and Steward Ma went to the back hall together.

Once they reached the back hall, Steward Ma immediately pressed a copper plate etched with Eight Trigrams on the wall, activating the array to isolate any sound.

"Junior Brother Shanhe, how did you come to know the Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe?" Steward Ma asked.

Without hiding anything, Chen Yan recounted how he met Yun Zhao on the road to North City and was invited to ride with him.

After listening, Steward Ma rubbed his chin thoughtfully before speaking slowly: "Junior Brother Shanhe, ordinarily, there’s a decent amount of interaction between our sect and the Black Feathered Lark Race, and they aren’t involved with the Southern Border Demon Race, so building connections might not be a problem. However..."

"However, what?" Chen Yan asked.

"However, with this Young Lord Yun Zhao, it’s better to be cautious when befriending him."

Chen Yan frowned: "Why do you say that?"

"It’s been heard that within the Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe, this Young Lord Yun Zhao has a remarkable status and is quite favored by their clan’s old ancestor. So... his actions tend to be somewhat outrageous, and his reputation isn’t very good."

Steward Ma sighed: "If it were just about Young Lord Yun Zhao being so, it might not matter—young lords of families sometimes act wildly, but there’s nothing much to fear.

However, the real trouble is with that Liang you just saw."

Chen Yan felt a twinge of concern: "I understand this person should be the guardian assigned by the Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe to protect Yun Zhao and is an expert within their tribe, right?"

"He’s much more than just an expert," Steward Ma replied with a somber gaze, "This person is surnamed Liang, which is an old surname in the Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe. His name is Liang Gui."

"Liang Gui? How’s it written?"

"The ’Gui’ as in ’bizarre.’"

Chen Yan laughed: "Who would give such a name?"

"They belong to the Demon Race, not humans like us; their cultural customs are vastly different from ours. Using such names is common among the Demon Race." Steward Ma’s tone was feigned relaxation, but after a few words, it turned serious again: "This Liang Gui’s identity is extraordinary. He was originally a fierce warrior within the Black Feathered Lark Race and was once conscripted to serve at the Three Platforms, Eight Passes, and Sixteen Towns. He had considerable achievements, but then he supposedly went berserk and committed massacres—it’s said he accidentally killed several of his comrades in a frenzy before being captured.

At that time, it was the clan leader of the Black Feathered Lark Race who took a handwritten letter from their old ancestor to plead with several generals of the Immortal Platform’s battle divisions, resulting in leniency. He was only sentenced to a severe punishment of chopping and flaying while preserving his primordial spirit. He was kept alive using secret techniques of the Demon Race.

After that incident, Liang Gui returned to the Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe and never went out again; it’s heard he was confined in a forbidden area for ascetic cultivation as a form of atonement.

This has gone on for many years; somehow, he’s been released this time to accompany Young Lord Yun Zhao to the Southern Border."

So Liang had such a turbulent history.

Chen Yan nodded: "I understand."

"It’s best not to provoke such a slaughterer," Steward Ma sighed.

After the conversation, Chen Yan followed Liang to go find Yun Zhao.

·

The place where Yun Zhao invited Chen Yan for morning tea was also within the Western Pavilion.

The morning tea of the Southern Border people was somewhat reminiscent of the morning tea of the Lingnan region in Chen Yan’s real-world experience.

However, the local morning tea here doesn’t use rice porridge but actual tea.

It uses a special type of black leaf tea from the southern mountains, and the brewed tea has a black color.

It’s mixed with fragrant oil, minced meat, and honey.

This peculiar method of preparation results in a thick texture, though the flavor isn’t the most welcoming for newcomers.

Having had butter tea before, Chen Yan found it somewhat acceptable and managed to drink a bowl.

The other snacks on the table were quite tasty.

There was a type of green leaf cake, fragrant and glutinous, which Chen Yan ate seven or eight pieces of continuously.

As Chen Yan was enjoying himself, Yun Zhao sitting across the table looked troubled, with a somewhat pale complexion.

Chen Yan took another bite of leaf cake and a sip of tea, then glanced at Yun Zhao: "What’s wrong, didn’t you sleep well last night?"

"Don’t even mention it," Yun Zhao shook his head with a sigh: "It was that so-called Fortune Gathering Howling Celestial Dog causing trouble.

That dog, it’s truly a nuisance!"

Then Yun Zhao went on to explain. After the Howling Celestial Dog was sent over yesterday, Yun Zhao accepted the gift and took it to his room.

But that night, the little white dog kept barking without stopping, probably because it’s still a young puppy and was brought to an unfamiliar environment suddenly, causing a bit of stress reaction.