1187 My Hometown is in Hulun Bai’er (5)
Sure enough, there weren’t as many people downstairs. Several small wooden tables were spaced far apart, with only three or four people sitting around each.
Han Muye sat down at a wooden table near the window and said, “Bring us your signature dishes, all of them.”
The waiter bowed happily and left the room.
Han Muye glanced at the others on the second floor. The two tall human immortal cultivators opposite him nodded slightly at him.
On the other side, a wild bull tribe member with a mane of hair and two human individuals emitting a demonic aura were sitting together.
Han Muye turned his gaze to the window, where various races of the demonic clan were bustling on the streets, creating a cacophony of shouts.
Han Muye turned to look out of the window again. Demons of different shapes and sizes walked on the streets, shouting.
Such exotic scenes were indeed interesting.
In a short while, several waiters brought various dishes to the table.
Clear soup contained lively silver fish that swam about. A tap with bamboo chopsticks caused the fish to transform into a rich fairy aura that wandered around.
This was the signature dish, Clearwater Crossing Flying Silver.
Other dishes were also unique, combining colors, fragrances, and flavors.
Han Muye ate more than usual and finally put down the chopsticks.
By now, the customers on the second floor had changed.
“Guest, are you enjoying the food?” The horse-faced waiter who had been waiting by the stairs approached with a smile on his face.
Han Muye nodded, raised his hand, took out a middle-grade spiritual rock, and placed it on the table. Then he said, “These dishes are somewhat similar to those in my hometown. You might help me find your chef. I want to ask a few questions.”
One middle-grade spiritual rock!
This table of dishes looked very immortal. If it was outside the Bitter Immortal Realm, it might be worth 10 spiritual rocks.
However, in the Bitter Immortal Realm, five spiritual rocks was enough.
Han Muye’s generosity made the waiter tremble. He quickly took the spiritual rocks and nodded and said, “I’ll invite the chef over now.”
Han Muye nodded. After a while, he saw a burly man from the Green Ox Clan in a black robe with an apron tied around his waist and a fierce face walking upstairs.
The burly man glared around, grinned, and walked to Han Muye’s table.
He was too tall and strong, so he could only bow slightly.
“Sir, did you eat well?”
“I heard that your hometown is also in the Hulun Bai’er Prairie?”
Han Muye nodded and tapped his fingers on the table. He said softly, “That’s the closest place to the sky. The blue sky and white clouds are unforgettable.”
The Green Ox clansman’s gaze landed on Han Muye’s finger, and his big eyes revealed a hint of seriousness.
“Indeed, the last thing our race can forget is our homeland, the grassland.”
With that, he grinned and said, “Well, we’re really from the same hometown. How about this? Leave some space for me. When my shop is done, I’ll bring a few side dishes to find you for a drink.”
Han Muye stood up, handed over a jade slip, and walked downstairs.
When he went downstairs, the horse-faced waiter from before came to the side of the burly man from the Green Ox Clan and asked curiously, “Brother Da Zhuang, you have such a generous fellow countryman from your hometown?”
Hearing his words, the burly man grinned and crushed the jade slip.
“What fellow countryman? I’ve been in the Bitter Immortal Realm for 3,000 years and have long forgotten what the grassland looks like. I was just chatting with him just now.
“Don’t miss out on my share of the spiritual rocks.”
With his hands behind his back, the burly man bowed and left.
The horse-faced shop assistant shook his head and muttered a few words. Then, he put on a smile and went to attract other customers.
Han Muye left the small building and did not stay in the lower city. He quickly returned to his small courtyard in the upper city.
A golden light screen rose. He sat cross-legged and took out the wooden box given by Niu Siling.
“Buying pearls and returning pearls, how interesting.” He placed his palm on the wooden box and chuckled softly.
Golden Fire behind him also flew down and stood on the wooden box, chirping softly.
“Is this the Primordial Sycamore Tree, a wood-type supreme treasure that’s as famous as the Sky-Reaching Tree?”
Pressing on the wooden box, traces of green immortal energy surged in Han Muye’s palm.
When Niu Siling took out the wooden box, the golden flame hidden on his shoulder sent a message.
To the Phoenix Clan, the Primordial Sycamore Tree was an extremely important treasure.
It was said that there was a Sycamore Tree in the Cloud Nest Ridge in the Western Frontier of the Heavenly Mystic World.
The Sycamore Tree was ignited and could provide blazing flames. It could also sutra for a long time and last for 10,000 years.
This flame could not only provide power to the phoenix’s nirvana, but also stimulate its own fire attribute power.
Of course, this small piece in front of him was definitely not enough.
It was not bad to let Jin Huo play with it.
Putting down the wooden box, Han Muye’s gaze landed on the clueless short sword in the wooden box.
He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword.
The short sword was slightly heavy in his hand. The hilt was rough and ancient.
“Clang—”
When he pulled out a section, it could be seen that there were profound immortal patterns on the sword.
Han Muye’s gaze landed on the immortal pattern, and his eyes flickered.
He raised his hand, and a few golden pages appeared on the table.
The legacy page of the Supreme Venerable.
Han Muye pointed at the paper and drew a few streaks of immortal light, and golden immortal patterns appeared.
“These are not immortal patterns. They are divine patterns of the Zenith Heaven Heavenly Cycle Divine Realm.”
Gripping the hilt of the sword, Han Muye’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. He infused the faint immortal light and sword intent into the short sword.
“Let me see where this sword came from.”
The sword intent surged, and scenes flashed through his mind.
“Buzz!”
There was a soft sound.
The scene froze.
“Junior Brother…”
“Master said that if I came to the Fuyu Immortal Realm, I would be able to see you. It’s true.”
A middle-aged Daoist in a green and yellow Daoist robe with immortal light shining around him looked up and chuckled.
Han Muye recognized this Daoist.
Five million years ago, when the Immortal Venerable preached the Dao.
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