Xu Zhi remained calm as he listened to the battle at the frontlines. He continued to hone his dao heart. His goal for this trip was to comprehend his dao heart. Another seven or eight years passed. The war was in full swing, but it was still a tug of war.
However, Hu Rennong and Liu Wenjian made countless Sovereigns and Emperors tremble in fear.
This was especially so for Liu Wenjian. This Shushan Sect Leader, a mortal Celestial Thearch, had assassinated more than sixty Potion Monarch Thearchs and Epic Professionals in a row. It was extremely terrifying.
This mortal Heavenly Emperor alone affected the entire battle situation, causing the wind to howl and cranes to tremble.
But that was the frontlines. The rear was too peaceful.
In Will City, the reputation of the bar had gradually risen over the years. However, the bar had a very strange rule. It was limited to 50 customers a day, and they had to tell the bar owner about their life experiences.
The rule was very strange.
However, countless people went there because the fine wine and dishes inside were simply too delicious.
Mohank's Merchant Group also became bigger and bigger, becoming famous in Will City. This was a business opportunity for ordinary people. After all, the strong had entered the frontlines. Mohank could seize the opportunity. As a low-level professional, he could naturally take advantage of the wind.
Mohank, this boorish and hearty man, would occasionally stop to eat and chat with Xu Zhi, talking about all sorts of interesting things.
A few years ago, he was high-spirited and made friends with the nobles of various cities, opening up trade channels. In the following years, he gradually reached the peak of power in the nearby cities. He no longer needed to suck up to anyone. He enjoyed the pursuit of countless people, beauties, power, and good wine. Gradually, he began to complain, saying that he wanted to retire. He had earned enough money, but the Merchant Group had 3,000 people, and they depended on him to support them.
"Now that I'm in this position, I realize that I can't step down anymore. There are too many ties. There are countless people standing behind me who depend on me to support them. Moreover, once I step down and lose my power, it is very likely that I will die. I have too many enemies," he said.
After another four years, Mohank died on the belly of a woman. After all, although he was generous, he was rich and indulgent. In the base camp of the Merchant Group, Hilary's eyes were red. Many men, women, old, and young cried sorrowfully.
Without Mohank's connections, the caravan quickly disbanded.
They were divided into a few caravans and fought for fame and fortune. Sheerah, the freckled girl from back then, was soon pushed out of the center of power and even hunted to the streets and alleys.
Xu Zhi was brewing wine in a bar, and when he heard about this matter in the city, he let out a sigh as he watched that forthright man rise to power and wealth, and then gradually sink into power and beauty until the end of his life.
Although Xu Zhi was used to seeing such a life many times, he still felt a lot of emotions when he came into contact with it personally and befriended it.
"In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed."
"The path of Dao Arts is the soul and the state of mind. But I've been grinding for more than ten years. I need an opportunity to break through. I can go get beaten up by society. Anyway, it doesn't matter if I get beaten to death." Xu Zhi was very calm.
He sat in front of the bar, wiping the glasses. Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched as he looked out of the window.
"Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots!"
"Kill her!"
In the alleyway, a group of killers was in hot pursuit.
Sheerah was still as short, fat, and dark as before. She was running with a panicked expression.
Boom!
The three assassins collapsed with a loud bang.
Sheerah turned around in shock. When she raised her head again, she saw a striped pillar with ink-colored vines on both sides and an arched door in the center with the words "Phoebe Bar" written on it.
Sheerah walked in and knelt on the ground, coughing up blood. "Uncle Messiah, can you help me kill those who took away my family's caravan?!"
Sheerah didn't have the talent to cultivate potions, so she had always been an ordinary person.
The customers in the bar looked at her.
"I won't help you kill people," said Xu Zhi.
The air was very quiet. Nobody had spoken since Sheerah broke into the bar. The customers around them were drinking and secretly sighed when they heard her, feeling that it was a pity.
Everybody knew about Mohank. He was the most powerful man in the whole city, but everybody knew that it was best to protect himself. Mohank's daughter had to die.
They could only pretend that they didn't see it.
Sheerah was gloomy and miserable. She knew that Uncle Messiah wasn't obliged to help her. Also, there were many experts among the nobles in the city. They were a huge force.
Also, she didn't have enough money. She was penniless …
She looked ordinary, but her skin was dark and rough because she had been traveling with caravans all year round. Her only pride was her plumpness that regular women couldn't compare to. Many men looked at her passionately on the street.
However, in the face of death, it was not something that could save oneself. No one would get into so much trouble because of it.
Xu Zhi stood at the bar counter and tidied up the teacups. "However, I can take you in to work here. No one will hurt you. Moreover, in the future, there might be some unique people who will come to this bar. They might be able to teach you or even help you fight. If you seize the opportunity, you should be able to take revenge."
Teach me cultivation?
I can't cultivate!
Also, help me?
Who would fight against the biggest forces in the nearby cities for an ordinary woman who worked in a bar?
Sheerah was stunned for a few seconds, confused.
"But what I'm going to do next is very dangerous. If you stay here, you might be beaten to death," Xu Zhi said with a smile.
"I'm not afraid of danger!" Sheerah bit her lip and said loudly, "My father deserved to die. He enjoyed himself enough and went looking for women everywhere, but I have to clean up the mess he left behind."
"Hang this sign at the entrance of the bar." Xu Zhi threw out a wooden sign. On it was written: [Knowing the past and the present, tell me a myth. Ancient Sumer Myth. Tomorrow, I'll tell the first part of the Sumer Myth: The Creation of Heaven and Earth.]
That was probably enough for her to be beaten up by society, right?
Xu Zhi looked very serious.
"Uncle, is this the bar's new dish?" Sheerah took the sign and was shocked when she saw the words on it.
He, he, he … was going to tell the Ancient Sumer Myth?
The Ancient Sumer Myth! That was the Ancient Sumer Civilization!!!
That was the origin of human civilization! The history of the Creation of Heaven and Earth! No matter how many archaeologists researched and explored, no one knew that lost part of history! It was even said that even the Origin Demon God Medusa and Emperor of the Underworld Ermin didn't know that part of history. It was a blank piece of history! And Uncle Messiah knew it? What did that mean?
"Uncle … You, you, you, you!!!" Sheerah's mind went blank, and her voice began to tremble. She was still the same person who would stutter crazily when she was nervous.
What is this!!
Sheerah screamed inwardly! She looked at the calm young man who kept mixing drinks. After more than ten years, she had grown up from that little girl. Her father had died of old age, but he was still young. Time had not left any traces on him … It was said that many ancient sovereigns and emperors had awakened from history …
And in front of him, could it be …!
But those were the most ancient sovereigns in the era of potions, ancient existences from a thousand years ago. They should have died long ago, and it was impossible for them to awaken. After all, they couldn't live for a thousand years even if they were asleep …
But the Messiah Monarch Emperor was the most mysterious in history …
The customers in the bar were shocked. They kept imagining things and pretended not to hear it.
"Uncle, you love food and wine. Could you be the real Messiah Monarch Emperor in history, in charge of pleasure gardens and wine …" Sheerah's chest heaved up and down, and she couldn't help but ask.
She knew that it was impossible.
Even if the real Messiah Monarch lived here in seclusion, he wouldn't admit it, let alone in front of the countless customers in the bar. She immediately realized it …
I should have asked in private! That way, if Uncle was really the Monarch Emperor, he might admit it …
But the next second …
"Yes, it's me."
Xu Zhi stood in front of the bar, wiping the glasses and nodding at her.
？？？？
Sheerah was dumbfounded. She was completely shocked.
He admitted it right away! He actually admitted it!!
Oh! Oh my god! He didn't act according to the rules at all. He didn't seem like a master in those stories.
The faces of the customers around them were blank. A Monarch Emperor was serving them?!!
They quickly lowered their heads in fear and continued to eat and drink, pretending not to hear it. The more they knew, the faster they would die.
Sheerah's eyes widened. She opened the book of Monarchs with trembling hands. When she opened the first page, she couldn't even hold the page with her trembling fingers. Her breathing quickened. "Uncle Messiah … Monarch Emperor, Messiah Monarch Emperor! He's the first Monarch Emperor in history from the era of potions. Why didn't you say so earlier?! "
Xu Zhi turned around and continued to mix the wine. He arranged the bottles on the rack without turning his head. "When I was born, I met your father and daughter's caravan. I told you then, but your father didn't believe me."
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