The Asura clansmen quickly entered the city.
"Enter the city!"
Jiang He strode out and followed them.
Noticing that something was not right after a while, Wang Hou asked quietly, "What's going on, Jiang He?"
"I ran into a few enemies."
Jiang He explained.
Wang Hou did a double take and glanced at Jiang He in surprise, exclaiming, "If I remember correctly, the furthest you've been to was the Sky Demon Constellation. You've never been here before, so how did you make enemies here?"
"That's what makes enemies?"
Jiang He could not help laughing. "I haven't been to the celestial battlefield, but the Green Hill Foxes hate me to the bone."
Oh?
Wang Hou's gaze twitched and he asked, "Could these people have left their Daoist legacies on Earth, but you destroyed them?"
"Not really."
Jiang He explained, "If my hunch is right, these people are Suras. Actually, I don't have much of a grudge against them, and I think it's just a small misunderstanding with their patriarch."
"Suras?"
"The branch that the Nether River Patriarch took with him?"
Wang Hou appeared perplexed and seethed through clenched teeth, "How did you provoke the Nether River Patriarch?"
He naturally knew about the Nether River Patriarch.
He had asked around among the returning immortals, and naturally knew about elites of the Nether River Patriarch's level.
The Nether River Patriarch was a Demi-Saint.
And yet, there was a great disparity in combat ability between Demi-Saints. Weaker Demi-Saints might not even win against Grand Luo who wielded paragon treasures and possessed peerless immortal arts, while powerful Demi-Saints would dare to fight Saints.
For example, the Nether River Patriarch and the Grand Mage of Xuandu, the first disciple of the Ren Sect, had fought Saints before.
Though they had fought the weakest of Saints and relied on their many innate paragon treasures, they were still Saints no matter how weak they were!
If the Blaze Ruler was the most powerful individual barring Saints, then the Nether River Patriarch and the Grand Mage of Xuandu were definitely peerless Demi-Saints barring Saints.
Jiang He …
He had provoked the Nether River Patriarch as soon as he left Earth?
No wonder he said that traveling with me would bring me some trouble … Wang Hou muttered inwardly and pressed, "The Suras did not leave any legacies on Earth, and you have no contact with someone like the Nether River Patriarch. How could you have offended him?"
"What offense?"
Upset, Jiang He grumbled, "I told you, it's just a little misunderstanding. How did I offend you?"
Taking a look at the Suras before him, Jiang He took a deep breath and said seriously, "Fine. Since I've run into the Suras, I'll use this chance to resolve this misunderstanding through them."
The Asura clansmen arrived at a huge inn.
In terms of scale, this inn was almost as big as the Spiritual State Base City. Walking through the front door of the inn, there was a nine-story restaurant. Each story was more than 30 meters tall, and the space was huge. It was specially designed for the guests to dine.
As for their lodging, it was at the backyard of the inn.
There were many courtyards at the backyard of the inn, with the smallest being half a Mu and the largest being dozens of Mu. There were many pavilions in the courtyards, and the decorations were quite elegant.
"Guests, would you like to stay or dine?"
A daemon with a protruding mouth, monkey cheeks, and a few strands of cat-like whiskers greeted them.
He was a Golden Pellet-tier.
At that level, he could only work as a waiter in Blaze City.
Expressionless, Jiang He threw out over a hundred immortal crystals and said, "I'd like to stay."
The daemon waiter's eyes lit up and he quickly said, "Esteemed sir, our guest rooms have …"
There was a clatter of introductions.
Jiang He waved him off and said, "Cut the nonsense. Where are the three men and two women who entered the inn before staying? My courtyard is right next to theirs … Damn it, I told you not to go into such detail. Just take these few hundred immortal crystals, and I'll give you a refund. Don't you get it? "
The rich were the masters.
This rule was also useful in the universe.
Soon.
They checked in.
Jiang He nonchalantly threw out several immortal crystals as a tip and said, "Prepare one of your inn's signature dishes and send it over … by the way, make it a bigger portion for twenty people."
There was still a huge group of them in the farm.
"Don't worry, my lord."
The daemon waiter was so excited that he almost fainted.
A tip of several immortal crystals?
His salary was a thousand spirit stones a year … A single Celestial Crystal was more than a hundred years of his salary. Yet, the customer in front of him had paid him with Celestial Crystals. Just the tip alone was eight Celestial Crystals. He might not even be able to earn eight Celestial Crystals in a thousand years!
Jiang He, on the other hand, did not feel anything.
He did not know that lodging here was usually paid with spirit stones, and it did not matter even if he tried. Was there a difference between immortal crystals and spirit stones?
With the daemon waiter leading the way, Jiang He, Wang Hou, and Wang Siyu arrived at the courtyard.
It was a massive eighteen Mu yard, with a garden, fake mountains, pavilions, and stone sculptures. With a thought, Jiang He released Dumbo, Trumbo, the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers, the nine Wise Rock Monkeys, as well as Hu Mei, Fabulous Fox, Boa Hancock, and Sora.
"We've been in the Grotto-Heaven for so long, everyone should come out and relax … Dumbo, don't pee …"
Jiang He barked, but turned to find that the nine monkeys were already scampering around. Some of them were sprawled on the fake mountains, some on the roofs, while two had fallen into the man-made lake and started fighting.
Trumbo, on the other hand, was very quiet.
After fiddling around for a while, he brought out a bunch of equipment and began to run tests. Jiang He could vaguely hear him saying things like 'Spirit Qi concentration', 'air humidity', and 'oxygen content'.
Just as he was about to beat the beasts up to vent his anger, there was a knock on the door.
"My lord, have mercy …"
The daemon waiter's pleading voice could be heard.
An apathetic voice said flatly, "Open the door, or you'll be killed."
Jiang He and Wang Hou traded glances, and both looked out the door.
With a wave of his hand, the door to the courtyard opened.
Five Asura clansmen stood side by side outside the door.
In front of them was the Golden Pellet daemon who was lying limp on the ground. There was a look of fear on its face, but it only breathed a sigh of relief when Jiang He opened the door on his own, and promptly got up to run towards Jiang He.
Whoosh!
One of the female Suras pointed a finger, and a blood light shot towards the daemon.
She was a True Immortal-pinnacle, and a finger was enough to kill a Golden Pellet daemon a thousand times over.
"Eh?"
Jiang He's gaze darkened, and he breathed out.
Splat.
The blood light crumbled.
Looking at the five Suras who paled in shock, he flatly said, "Incidentally, I had something to discuss with you lot, and you actually came here on your own accord …"
As he spoke, he lifted a brow and frowned. "Could you have known?"
The Suras traded glances, unsure what was going on.
They had come here because they sensed that they were being followed … which was why they wanted to question them. Even so, they did not dare to ask after Jiang He released a strand of Grand Luo Dao.
The Golden Immortal Sura then took a step forward and offered Jiang He a fist-palm salute in apology, saying, "My lord, it's all a misunderstanding. Please forgive us if we have disturbed you."
With that, he beckoned his brethren to leave.
"Hold it!"
Jiang He barked, saying, "It's not a misunderstanding. I was definitely following you before … but don't be afraid, I wouldn't lower myself to attack a bunch of small fries like you. Come here, I have something to ask you … are you here for the Yuan Killer Sword?"
The Suras' faces dropped at those words, and the Golden Immortal shook his head, saying, "My lord, I don't know what you're talking about."
Jiang He was speechless.
What was the point of pretending now that things had come to this?
He was ready to be honest.
Hence, the Yuan Killer Sword appeared in his hand with a thought.
As he played with the Yuan Killer Sword, he looked at the dumbfounded Asura clansmen and said with a smile, "Some time ago, when I was planting vegetables in the field, I accidentally dug out a sword. After refining it, I found out that this sword's name is Yuan Killer Sword. It's the ultimate treasure of your Asura Race's ancestor …"
The Asura clansmen: "…"
Wang Hou: "…"
What the hell!
You accidentally dug it out when you were planting vegetables?
Can't you f * cking bullshit any more?
Wang Hou complained inwardly, but breathed a long sigh of relief. Jiang He's actions made sense, and there was no need for him to start a feud with the Nether River Patriarch over a mystic treasure.
From his perspective, Jiang He had called out to the Suras and acted so amiably because he wanted to return the Yuan Killer Sword and settle his karma with the Nether River Patriarch.
The Asura clansmen shared the same opinion.
Guilt filled Jiang He's face as he said, "I was about to head to Sura when I'm free and settle my karmic ties with the Nether River Patriarch, but I didn't expect to run into you two on the way … maybe it's fate."
"You're too kind, my lord."
The Golden Immortal Sura was all smiles then. "The Yuan Killer Sword was accidentally lost in our patriarch's battle against the Lesser Saint of the Western Sect. Over thousands of years, our entire race had never given up on searching for it for the patriarch, but we never got a clue. Now that the patriarch is about to awaken and has issued his orders, we only came out to search for the Yuan Killer Sword."
"My lord, since you're willing to return the Yuan Killer Sword …"
Even before the Golden Immortal finished, Jiang He had already turned and left.
He wanted to call out to Jiang He, but was too embarrassed to do so. Even so, he was becoming excited inwardly.
The Yuan Killer Sword was the greatest treasure of the patriarch, and if he could bring it back with him, the patriarch would definitely reward him when he awakened … the chance for him to soar was right before his eyes!
Meanwhile, Jiang He had already entered a guest room.
Taking out pen and paper, he began to think.
"Hmmm …"
"I don't really know where to start …"
"How should I explain it to the Nether River Patriarch?"
"Should I say that I learned about the Yuan Killer Sword by chance?"
"But the Primordial Massacre Sword was his in the first place. He lost it, and I picked it up … Logically speaking, returning it to its rightful owner should reflect my fearlessness. But if I return it … would I be a fool?"
Jiang He thought for half a day, and came up with a compromise before putting pen to paper.
At first, he spouted a bunch of nonsense, saying that it was impossible to return the Yuan Killer Sword now that it was in his possession. Since he picked it up and did not snatch it from the Nether River Patriarch, returning it was a favor, not returning it was his duty.
"Even so …"
"Considering that this treasure is your companion treasure and has fought alongside you for countless years, I'm prepared to give you a certain amount of spiritual compensation."
It was the eighth of December, 2021, Earth calendar.
Jiang He.
A letter was quickly written.
His handwriting was a little messy, but it was barely legible. The only problem was that he made a mistake when he wrote the 'Nether' in the Nether River Patriarch ', and wrote the' six 'as' big 'instead of' six '. Since he was too lazy to rewrite it, he erased the mistake and wrote' Nether 'over it.
Then …
Jiang He took out another Spatial Ring and stuffed a hundred thousand immortal crystals inside …
At first, he was prepared to offer a hundred thousand immortal crystals as compensation for the Nether River Patriarch's spiritual compensation. Still, when he remembered that he had hundreds of millions of immortal crystals, why would someone like the Nether River Patriarch lack immortal crystals?
On the other hand, the snacks on Earth might be more rare for the Nether River Patriarch.
Hence, Jiang He took out a hundred thousand immortal crystals and called out to Dumbo, splitting half of the spicy potato strips, potato chips, cola, chicken wings, burgers, and other snacks he bought, stuffing them into the Spatial Ring.
Dumbo had bought a lot of snacks.
Jiang He made a rough estimate.
Half of it would be at least millions, or even tens of millions …
"It's not too shabby to use it as compensation."
The stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
Jiang He was all smiles as he walked up to the Suras and said, "I have a letter and some other things. Help me deliver them to the Nether River Patriarch."
As he spoke, he took out the letter and the Spatial Ring.
Jiang He frowned when he considered that the Suras might steal some snacks from the Spatial Ring along the way. Then, he asked for both the Spatial Ring and the letter, setting up seals over them while instructing them with a straight face, "I'm giving these things to your patriarch. Don't get any ideas."
The Golden Immortal Sura had a vague feeling that something was not right.
You could have just returned the Yuan Killer Sword, but why write a letter … Spatial Ring? Could you have kept the Yuan Killer Sword in the Spatial Ring?
But after thinking about it, he felt relieved.
"He is a Grand Luo after all, and has a sense of pride. He might have thought that returning the Yuan Killer Sword would be embarrassing because of the patriarch's name, which is why he kept the sword in the Spatial Ring. As for the letter, it is nothing more than an opportunity to build a connection with the patriarch."
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