I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1093 - 1092: Zhou Ming, Taoist Conference

Chapter 1093 -1092: Zhou Ming, Taoist Conference

“Continue like this, and I’ll tell the Building Owner,” the maid replied impatiently.

“I’ve never seen anyone causing trouble in the Eternal Ancient Tower.”

“Maybe I’m being overbearing, but I give you two options,” Xu Zimei stated calmly.

“Either I owe you a favor, and you give me a jar of Immortal Brew,

or I take it myself.”

“If there’s no Immortal Brew Island, there simply isn’t any, even if you try to take it, you won’t be able to,” the maid inhaled deeply, saying.

“We’re not brewing during this period on Immortal Brew Island.”

“My friend, no need to trouble him,” just then, the door of the private room nearby was opened.

On it was inscribed the three large characters for Qin Emperor Island.

The one who emerged was a middle-aged man.

He seemed quite powerful, with two followers by his side.

“Immortal Brew Island has been unsettled lately; they don’t have any Immortal Brew at all.

If you’re looking to drink, you might want to go upstairs and check, if someone has stock, you might be able to trade with them.”

“Do you have any?” Xu Zimei asked.

“I don’t,” the middle-aged man shook his head and said: “But I can take you upstairs.”

“Thanks,” Xu Zimei responded.

He proceeded to the upper floors of the Eternal Ancient Tower with the middle-aged man.

The maid snorted coldly and then closed the window.

“What should I call you, Dao brother?” asked the middle-aged man.

“Xu Zimei.”

“Zhou Ming of Qin Emperor Island,” the middle-aged man also introduced himself with a smile.

Xu Zimei gave a slight nod.

“Haven’t you heard of my name, Xu Dao brother?” Zhou Ming asked with a smile.

Xu Zimei shook his head lightly, “Is it famous?”

“It seems Xu Dao brother is visiting Beiluo for the first time,” Zhou Ming said, shaking his head with a smile.

As they talked, the two had already reached the upper floor of the Eternal Ancient Tower.

Xu Zimei surveyed the area, which looked more like a gathering place.

Numerous tables were placed all around, adorned with all kinds of spirit fruits and wondrous pills.

Many people were conversing all around.

And each one of them held formidable strength, their Spiritual Energy deep and unfathomable.

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“There are many people in Beiluo City, and everyone knows each other; they often hold Dao meetings.

They are places specifically meant for discussing and exchanging Dao,” Zhou Ming explained with a smile.

Xu Zimei nodded slightly.

The higher the realm, the more it relies on Enlightenment.

There are many ways to Enlightenment, be it listening to someone else’s way or exchanging Taoist Techniques with others.

All are beneficial.

The most classic stories are legendary.

In the Middle Ages, it’s said that the Holy Ancestor of the Holy Court once sat and preached at Saint Ancestor Mountain,

during which the sky rained down a myriad of glow for three days, several suns rose, Immortal Cranes flew from the edge of the Firmament, and Divine Dragons rose into the world.

The vegetation on the ground competed to bloom, a once ordinary peak was transformed into an Immortal Mountain abode after three days of sermon,

At the end of the sermon, worshippers from eight directions came to pay homage, and the four seas celebrated, as endless spiritual rain descended from the Firmament.

It is said that from that sermon, tens of thousands broke through, and thirty thousand from the Monster Race knelt in worship,

and the might of the Holy Ancestor spread instantly throughout the Nine Domains.

Going further back, in the Ancient Era before the Middle Ages,

the Divine Demon Great Sage at the Void Dharma Heaven attained his Taoist Fruit, thereby ruling that age.

While he achieved his Taoist Fruit, he too, preached for three days.

The Divine and Demon Clans both paused for three days, dying the Firmament red with blood of Divine Demons, forming a barrier.

Preventing the Hundred Clans from approaching, those three days were more useful to the people of the Divine and Demon Clans than a hundred years of their cultivation.

Of course, the so-called Demon Race here and Xu Zimei’s Demon Race, that’s another story, to be told another time.

……

At this moment, Xu Zimei looked at everyone in the center of the room.

He sat beside Zhou Ming, who was introducing them to him one by one.

Most of the people here were Loose Cultivators, living as guests in Beiluo City.

Major powers were not allowed to rule this place.

Nor could they rule it.

This place was like no man’s land, yet everyone coexisted peacefully.

“Island Master Zhou,” someone came over and took the initiative to greet Zhou Ming.

“Fortune Taoist,” Zhou Ming stood up and smiled.

“It’s been a while, your Disaster-Avoiding Fortune Technique has improved a bit more.”

“I heard that Qin Emperor Island recently showed signs of expanding towards Anzhou. Island Master Zhou, please don’t forget me,” the Fortune Taoist said with a smile.

Zhou Ming nodded slightly and then, pointing at Xu Zimei, he said with a smile: “Let me introduce you, this fellow Taoist’s name is Xu Zimei.

He came here seeking a jug of Immortal Brew, Fortune Taoist, do you know where it can be found?”

“If there is any news, I will surely tell you,” the Fortune Taoist replied with somewhat lack of interest to Xu Zimei, yet he still smiled politely in response.

After the Fortune Taoist left, Xu Zimei turned to Zhou Ming and asked, “Why help me?”

“I want to make friends with you,” Zhou Ming replied with a smile.

“I’ve wandered around for so many years, I can see through just about anyone at a glance.

Not to flatter you, but I don’t think befriending you is a bad deal.”

“My apologies for being late, everyone,” just then, a person arrived from the entrance of the building.

It was a young man wearing a white robe, his voice somewhat loud, faintly overshadowing some of the others present.

“Prince Jinlun, as the organizer of this gathering, it’s not kind of you to arrive last.”

“Exactly, you should penalize yourself by drinking a few extra cups.”

“I’ve heard Prince Jinlun has been very busy with official duties these last few days. I wanted to chat, but didn’t dare to disturb you.”

Upon the young man’s arrival, the people present greeted him with smiles.

It was evident that the young man held a high status, as everyone was conveying goodwill towards him.

“Who’s that?” Xu Zimei curiously asked.

“Prince Jinlun,” Zhou Ming introduced unenthusiastically.

“Just a commoner.”

“A commoner able to come to such a place,” Xu Zimei remarked with a smile.

“He used to be just a commoner from Anzhou, one among the riffraff.

Later he became the illegitimate son of a certain big shot, and his status rose with the tide,” Zhou Ming said with a smirk.

He didn’t elaborate too explicitly, but his point was essentially made.

After all, he was still a character of no real significance.

Some sought to curry favor with him, hoping to ingratiate themselves with the powerful figure behind him.

There were others, like Zhou Ming, who simply didn’t care.

“It seems this so-called big shot has quite the remarkable background,” Xu Zimei said with a laugh.

“He has an imperial title, what do you think,” Zhou Ming replied.

An imperial title implied that he was a Great Emperor.

…

“Does anyone know where the elder of Misty Capital might be?” someone asked.

“My father is currently at Emperor Tan Peak. He asked me to tell everyone that he will be preaching there in a month’s time,” Prince Jinlun said with a smile.

His tone was not particularly arrogant, but there was a discernible sense of superiority.

Having a Great Emperor for a father was something others could envy but never have.

“Please convey to the elder of Misty Capital that we will surely attend,” someone said with a laugh.

A Great Emperor’s preaching, though not as fearsome as that of a Great Saint, was still rare and valuable.

To them, it was still immensely beneficial.

“Does anyone know where the Moon-picking Fairy currently is?” After looking around, Prince Jinlun asked everyone.

“The Moon-picking Fairy isn’t here, we don’t know either,” someone nearby replied with an embarrassed smile.