Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 215, Pursuing the Heart Gentleman

"Get up!"

The three of them opened their eyes almost simultaneously, and Chu Ming spoke to Lin Wuying and Lin Qing.

Splash!

Chu Ming’s right foot lightly tapped the stone wall of the Spirit Pool, creating a swirling whirlpool of spiritual power beneath it. Using the rebound, Chu Ming’s body instantly shot out of the Spirit Pool.

Swoosh!

Steadily landing beside the Spirit Pool, Chu Ming glanced towards it and found that the entire Spirit Pool’s spirit liquid had been almost entirely absorbed by the three of them. Of course, Chu Ming absorbed seventy percent.

"How do you feel?"

Lin Qingxuan walked slowly to Chu Ming’s side and asked with a smile.

"Very good!"

A slight smile appeared on Chu Ming’s face. Although he hadn’t seen the four prodigies of Black Dragon take action, based on the fragments he heard from others, Chu Ming felt that his current strength was not weaker than theirs.

"We have to get out of here quickly!"

Lin Qingxuan gently gestured towards the sky with his hand while chanting incantations. A massive black shadow flashed from West Wild Ridge, blocking out the sun and sweeping away the drifting clouds in an instant, turning the sky blue.

The black shadow was the Lin Family’s flying magical beast, the Black-winged Blood Eagle.

As the Black-winged Blood Eagle’s eyes closed slightly, two sharp glints flew out from its eyes, leaving a faint whistling sound in the air.

When the Black-winged Blood Eagle landed and stood still, Lin Qingxuan turned to the Lin Family members and said, "Let’s go up!"

Swish, swish, swish!

A Lin family martial artist leaped onto the back of the Black-winged Blood Eagle. After the last martial artist stood firm, Lin Qingxuan lightly patted the head of the Black-winged Blood Eagle, causing it to emit a piercing cry that shattered the clouds. With a slight flap of its wings, it ascended into the sky.

Two hours later, the Lin family arrived outside Black Dragon City. They leaped to the ground as Black Dragon City prohibited flying, so Chu Ming and his group had to enter the city on foot.

Back at the Lin Family, Chu Ming returned to his small courtyard and began to stabilize his cultivation and realm. One day was not enough to settle his fluctuating spiritual power.

Two days later, at the Gathering Immortals Tower.

Chu Ming sat quietly on the second floor of the tavern, calmly drinking alone.

The Gathering Immortals Tower was a famous tavern in Black Dragon City, with an unknown number of daily visitors. It was rumored that a generation of wine immortals once brewed wine here. When the wine was finished, its fragrance spread for hundreds of miles, attracting countless martial artists who came to witness. Watching the wine immortal ascend to immortality, the tavern was thus named Gathering Immortals.

In Chu Ming’s view, this legend was mostly fabricated by the Gathering Immortals Tower to boost its reputation. Ascending to immortality was even more elusive than becoming a Life and Death Realm King.

What is an immortal? The suffering of all beings is endured by one life; there is no clarity on the tears of the beings.

An immortal is high above!

An immortal is elusive!

However, even if this legend was fabricated, one could not deny that the wine at the Gathering Immortals Tower was indeed exceptional, especially the renowned "White Cloud Flying Spirit Wine!" Just one sip rendered the wine’s rich aroma lingering in the mouth, making one crave a second sip.

Of course, as the signature wine of the Gathering Immortals Tower, the price of White Cloud Flying Spirit Wine was extremely high. Just one pot required three thousand pieces of Lower Grade Spirit Stones, or thirty pieces of Middle Grade Spirit Stones, which most martial artists could not afford.

Yet, the patrons here were endless, and the daily profit was likely a colossal number.

"Waiter, bring me another pot of White Cloud Flying Spirit Wine!"

Chu Ming called to the waiter in the corner.

"Right away!"

The waiter beamed with a smile upon hearing this, showing joy in his eyes. One pot of White Cloud Flying Spirit Wine earned him a commission of fifty pieces of Lower Grade Spirit Stones, and Chu Ming had already drunk five pots, making the commission surpass his monthly wage.

Most martial artists would order a pot of White Cloud Flying Spirit Wine and savor it slowly, unlike Chu Ming, who drank it in large gulps.

Splash!

At this moment, seven or eight martial artists walked in from the staircase connecting the first and second floors. Their imposing manner wasn’t weak; they walked with the grace of dragons and tigers, their clothes exuding an air of nobility.

"Senior Brother, the Gathering Immortals Tower is the most famous tavern in Black Dragon City, especially for its signature drink, White Cloud Flying Spirit Wine, which is simply unparalleled. Therefore, to welcome you, I specifically chose this place!"

A voice, steady yet ingratiating, rose up, overshadowing all other sounds in the tavern.

Recognizing the familiar voice, Chu Ming looked up slightly to see Lin Qing standing beside a young man in white, introducing the various stories of the Gathering Immortals Tower with a tone full of flattery.

The young man in white, with a proper demeanor, exuded a hint of arrogance in his eyes. His black hair fluttered, and his eyes seemed to spark with lightning. On the chest of his white robe were seven stars embroidered, the symbol of the Seven Star Sword Sect.

When Chu Ming looked up, he was caught in Lin Qing’s gaze, which revealed a trace of hatred.

Ignoring it, Chu Ming continued drinking. If he wasn’t mistaken, those who had just entered were all Inner Sect Disciples of the Seven Star Sword Sect.

The only one who caught Chu Ming’s eye was the proud young man in white at the front, from whom Chu Ming felt an almost imperceptible sharpness.

Lin Qing led the Seven Star Sword Sect disciples to the window seat, which was only two tables away from Chu Ming’s spot.

"Do you have a grudge against him?"

As a swordsman, the man’s keen observation naturally caught the hidden resentment in Lin Qing’s eyes, leading him to ask the question.

"Yes!"

Lin Qing nodded slightly without elaborating. Before witnessing Chu Ming’s strength, he might have asked the swordsman to stand up for him. But having seen Chu Ming’s power and undergone the baptism of the Spirit Pool, Lin Qing knew Chu Ming’s strength had only grown, tempering his desire for revenge.

"If you give me three hundred thousand Lower Grade Spirit Stones, I can stand up for you!"

The swordsman took a light sip of wine and said indifferently.

"Uh!"

Lin Qing was taken aback, unsure what to say. If he told the swordsman Chu Ming was stronger than him now, it would completely offend the swordsman, but he also didn’t know how to refuse.

"I’ve cultivated the ’Spiritual Eye Profound Technique’ to the Seventh Layer!"

Seeing Lin Qing’s silence, the swordsman frowned, seemingly understanding Lin Qing’s concern, and spoke nonchalantly. In reality, he wouldn’t bother with Lin Qing’s petty matter if cultivating the Seventh Layer of the ’Spiritual Eye Profound Technique’ hadn’t exhausted all his cultivation resources.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qing’s face showed a hint of intention. The swordsman’s title wasn’t without reason; it was because he had cultivated a unique technique, the ’Spiritual Eye Profound Technique.’

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