Chapter 659

According to the agreed time, Mengqi once again arrived at the River-east Tower.

Duanmu Bei led him into the previous room and calmly boiled water for tea. Mengqi was not in a hurry either. He sat on the chair opposite him and gently stroked the armrest. He was very relaxed and did not ask about the Incense Stove at all.

The two were in a contest of patience. It seemed that whoever spoke first would lose his composure and become impatient. That would put him at a disadvantage in the deal.

Steam curled up and the fragrance of tea spread. Duanmu Bei held a small pot and slowly filled the teacup in front of him with a smile. The teacup flew to Mengqi. "The water is the color of bamboo, and the buds are like shrunken leaves. Drink it and calm your mind."

Mengqi extended his right hand and spread it out. The teacup fell into his palm without a ripple.

"Good tea! Bitter in the mouth and sweet in the aftertaste. You're a true gentleman of tea. " Mengqi blew at the tea, which contained genuine Qi and stirred heaven and earth to examine the toxicity. He then took a sip and closed his eyes to savor the taste. After a long time, he opened his mouth to praise but still did not mention the Incense Stove.

Duanmu Bei sighed. "I thought you'd become anxious to improve and break through after being trapped in Bomi for nearly twenty years. I didn't expect you to be like an old monk with zen in your heart. You're calm and casual. You're even more patient than me."

He could not stand it anymore and got to the point.

"Bomi is full of dangers. Sometimes, I have to wait for days or even months in order to reap the rewards. I've been through a lot, and my patience has grown." Mengqi patted the armrest with a calm expression.

"This is the training of patience and willpower when I killed Wolf King. What does it have to do with me?"

Duanmu Bei suddenly understood. "I see. I've never been to Bomi. It's inevitable that I'm biased because of the rumors."

After a pause, he chuckled. "As for the Incense Stove, I've asked the owner. She said that she wants a lot of things and it's troublesome to pass the message. If she's sincere, we can talk face to face."

He did not talk about the Incense Stove at all. He was just passing the message. Even if he spoke first, he would not really be at a disadvantage. How could he be at a disadvantage?

"What an old fox! He was just putting on an act to test Mengqi!"

Meng Qi cursed under his breath. His expression did not change, and he still gave off an unfathomable feeling.

"It would be best if we could talk face to face."

This was exactly what he wanted. Things went smoother than expected. Merciless Tyrant's reputation was quite useful!

Duanmu Bei was a little disappointed that Meng Qi's emotions did not fluctuate. He composed himself and said, "In three days, a few heterodox masters will gather at the Flaming Lake of Red Maple Mountain to trade. She'll be there as well. I'll bring you there."

Located in a county under the jurisdiction of Ying City, Red Maple Mountain was famous for its beautiful maple trees. In autumn, the forest would be dyed red and the lake would be dyed red. It was a beautiful sight that attracted many tourists. However, it was still spring and it was not the time for the mountain to show its beauty. Birds chirped and the mountain was quiet. It was the perfect place for the gathering of the heterodox sects.

"Alright." Meng Qi nodded in agreement, unperturbed. Duanmu Bei was once again unable to fathom his feelings.

"He doesn't care who the heterodox masters are? Is he that confident in himself? "

…

Inside Ci 'an Temple by the Burning Lake.

A dozen or so rush cushions were placed in a Buddhist hall. Most of them were occupied with people sitting cross-legged. The one at the head of the cushions was a fat monk. His fat rose and fell as he breathed. His eyes were kind but his wrinkles were deep. His hands were crossed in front of him and he wore a red kasaya. He was An Fa, the abbot of Ci 'an Temple.

A white clothed scholar sat on the meditation cushion on his left. He was around 30 years old, had a white face without a beard, and had a handsome appearance. His aura was deep and serene like an ancient well. His eyes were half open, and they were suffused with a strange feeling that seemed capable of searching one's soul, causing most of the people present to not dare look directly at him.

On the rush cushion to the right of the abbot of Ci 'an Temple was a middle-aged woman. There were no wrinkles around her eyes or between her brows. She looked more mature than when she was young. Although she was not too beautiful, her eyes could make people's minds sway and imagination run wild.

The rest of the people were extraordinary. Shen Yue of Reflecting Shadow Sect was among them.

"You said that Merciless Tyrant has left Bomi and reappeared in Jianghu?" The scholar in white's eyes were still half-closed.

Shen Yue nodded respectfully. "Yes. Senior Soul-chasing is right. I dare not deceive you."

The scholar in white was Soul-chasing Demon Monarch, Mo Tiange. A gloomy smile appeared on his face when he heard Shen Yue's words. "We've been old friends for many years. It's truly delightful to meet you on the left side of the river when the flowers are blooming."

The other heterodox experts frowned. Merciless Tyrant had reappeared in Jianghu. Was he not afraid of being hunted down by the Luo Denomination, Destruction Sect, and Beggar Sect?

How was his strength now? Was he still as powerful as he was when he made it to the Black List?

"Bomi isn't a good place for cultivation. Merciless Tyrant has wasted twenty years. There must be a gap between him and you, Soul-chasing Demon. He really brought this upon himself." The abbot of Ci 'an Temple sighed. "He was in the limelight back then and was about to cross the first step of the Celestial Ladder. He had the potential to become a grandmaster. Whether it was the orthodox path or us heterodox sects, everyone had to take his potential and value into consideration. Even those whose realm and strength far surpassed his had to consider his potential and value …"

His words were spoken as a heterodox demon. It was a stark contrast to the red kasaya and benevolent Zen.

The middle-aged woman covered her mouth and laughed. "Someone whose realm and strength far surpassed his … Could it be you, Senior Fox?"

Ci 'an Temple was quite famous in River East. It could be considered a famous temple, but its abbot was someone on the Black List,' Six-apex Devil 'Linghu Tao!

Linghu Tao chuckled and did not answer. He turned to look at Shen Yue and asked, "When you met Merciless Tyrant, did you manage to see through his strength?"

All eyes turned to Shen Yue at the same time, waiting for his answer.

How could he show it to anyone that he was unable to tell the difference between reality and illusion, and that he was on the verge of a mental breakdown? Shen Yue cursed under his breath. He restrained his expression and said, "I couldn't see through Merciless Tyrant's strength. I could only make a rough judgment from his posture, speech, and escape technique. I'm afraid he's still hovering around the Third-fold Heaven realm."

If he did not say so, how could he have provoked a fight?

"As I expected." Soul-chasing Demon Monarch sighed. "Brother Merciless Tyrant used to be elegant and graceful. His words and actions had the potential to become a Demon Monarch. I've always admired him, but now …"

He did not finish his sentence. There was a hint of regret in his voice as if the current Merciless Tyrant was no longer worthy of his comparison and attention. He did not even have the mood to humiliate him.

Aside from Shen Yue, the other heterodox demons nodded in agreement. For generations, those who hid in Bomi rarely made a breakthrough and returned to Jianghu.

As soon as Soul-chasing Demon Monarch finished speaking, Linghu Tao suddenly raised his eyebrows. "Tower Master Duanmu is here. Eh …"

Duanmu Bei, with a smooth face and white hair, appeared at the entrance of the meditation hall. He slowly walked in, followed by a green-robed middle-aged man who wore a soft hat and had snow-white sideburns. His temperament was refined and weathered, and his eyes were calm. His entire being was so deep and reserved that it was as if he had disappeared.

Linghu Tao had not sensed him earlier and only noticed him when he was close. That was why he let out a cry of surprise.

"Merciless Tyrant …" Soul-chasing Demon Monarch's eyes snapped open. They glowed with a demonic light as he stared at his Vital Spirit and Soul.

"Merciless Tyrant?" The heterodox experts turned around to look at him carefully.

Mengqi nodded slightly at Soul-chasing Demon Monarch and Six-apex Devil. He was calm and composed, without the slightest sense of restraint or inferiority. In fact, he seemed even more confident.

Duanmu Bei introduced them briefly and led Mengqi to an empty rush cushion.

"So it's Mister Merciless Tyrant. I've heard of your name many years ago. It's my first time meeting you today, "Linghu Tao said with a smile. However, his heart was in turmoil because he could not see through Merciless Tyrant's strength.

The heterodox experts had the same feeling. They were shocked and surprised. Merciless Tyrant did not seem to be restricted by Bomi. He was even more graceful and powerful than before!

Soul-chasing Demon Monarch closed his eyes and smiled. "I'm very pleased that you're still as graceful as ever, Merciless Tyrant. It would be a regret if I couldn't truly suppress you."

There was no trace of politeness in his words. When enemies met, their eyes would burn with hatred!

Mengqi sat cross-legged on the rush cushion, his face calm like an ancient well. He looked at Soul-chasing Demon Monarch with his weathered eyes and chuckled. "I thought you've improved a lot in the past twenty years. Who knew …"

He shook his head expressionlessly. Everyone could hear the hidden meaning in his words.

"How dare he look down on Soul-chasing Demon Monarch? "Who gave him such confidence? "How strong is he now?" The heterodox experts had similar thoughts in their minds.

At this moment, Duanmu Bei interrupted to smooth things over. "This is Madam Baihua. She's the one who wants to talk to you."

While everyone was wondering what they were talking about, Madam Baihua smiled and clapped her hands. A woman walked out from a meditation room nearby. Her skin was like a baby's. She was beautiful and had a pure temperament. She was dressed conservatively and walked like a willow swaying in the wind.

She looked at the heterodox experts with fear in her eyes. She was like a little deer that was trembling with fear. She did not have the slightest charm, but it was this performance that particularly aroused the deepest desires in people's hearts. They wanted to ravage and conquer her. Moreover, this woman herself exuded an indescribable 'scent' of attraction between men and women. Her dress was conservative and undulating, tempting people to tear at her.

For a moment, heavy breathing could be heard in the meditation room. Even Linghu Tao, Soul-chasing Demon Monarch, and Duanmu Bei could not help but gulp as they followed the figure.

After the woman hid behind her, Madam Baihua looked at Mengqi. "You're unmoved, Mr. Merciless Tyrant. It seems you're not satisfied with my daughter?"

Mengqi only took a few glances at the woman before withdrawing his gaze. His eyes were calm and indifferent, which made him look very special.

He smiled and said, "She's good in all aspects. I'm very satisfied. She'll be of great use."

At this point, he looked around at Linghu Tao, Soul-chasing Demon Monarch, Duanmu Bei, and the others. His voice was full of magnetism. "Although her beauty is tempting, why are you losing your composure when it comes to the things you use? Mr. Linghu is old and indulging in pleasure is understandable. But Soul-chasing, have you lost your ambition? "

His words fell into the ears of the heterodox demons. In addition to anger, they also felt an inexplicable fear. In Merciless Tyrant's eyes, such beauty was merely a 'thing of use'. He showed no emotion at all. How cold-hearted!

Apart from himself, no matter how beautiful or tempting other things were, they were merely 'things of use' in his eyes? When they were no longer useful, he would casually destroy them?

Compared to the evil demons who chased after killing and other desires, Merciless Tyrant was a true devil!

His frosty white sideburns and his refined and reserved temperament all served as a foil to this feeling!

Before Linghu Tao and Soul-chasing Demon Monarch could say anything, Madam Baihua smiled and said, "You're truly extraordinary, Mr. Merciless Tyrant. But my daughter has always been precious and I'm used to comparing her with other sellers. I wonder if anyone here is interested?"

Soul-chasing Demon Monarch immediately looked at Mengqi. Old and new grudges surged in his heart.

"This is a forceful test of my strength …" Mengqi sighed. His expression did not change and he remained seated.