Chapter 503: Chapter 171: Fan Wu’s Ghostly Stance! Shocking the Imperial City with the First Fist! (10,000-word Chapter, Please Subscribe)_3
So thrilling!
Soon, Fan Wu and the others returned to the inn. However, this time, inside the inn, there was an inauspicious addition—a large red coffin!
In the face of this, the innkeeper and the shop assistant didn’t dare to utter a word nor show the slightest dissatisfaction.
Because they could tell that most of the people in Fan Wu’s group were cultivators.
Apart from the cultivators, the rest of them also seemed to possess extraordinary identities, evident just by their attire and adornments.
In such a situation, what could the innkeeper possibly say?
All he could do was to hide in a corner, shivering.
He just hoped that the big red coffin that had entered the inn wouldn’t fixate on him, a common man with no strength to truss a chicken.
That would be his greatest fortune for the night.
People sitting around a table had various thoughts in their minds. Fan Wu acted as if nothing had happened, eating and drinking as usual, unaffected by the events that had taken place before.
Yun Jiuqing occasionally cast curious glances at the wheels on the Destiny Coffin. In her memory, the Destiny Coffin didn’t have wheels, did it?
Xing Fengzi was pondering why an oddity like the Destiny Coffin would attract the attention of The Great Revered One.
The Nanjun County Prince, who had lost his memory, had absolutely no interest in the existence of the Destiny Coffin. He was troubled by why he suddenly had an uncle so much younger than himself. Wait... If the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty had many sons, then didn’t that mean he had many young uncles?
Hu Banban vigilantly stared at the Destiny Coffin, fearing that such an oddity could bring any danger to the young lord.
The Little Prince looked at the Destiny Coffin.
Then he looked at Fan Wu.
The way the Little Prince looked at Fan Wu was fervent, much like that of observing an idol.
It was evident.
Fan Wu’s act of forcefully stopping the Destiny Coffin greatly shocked the Little Prince of Great Zhou!
With everyone harboring their own thoughts, after a meal was finished, they simultaneously returned to their respective rooms without any arrangement.
A silent night.
...
When they opened their eyes again, it was already the early morning of the next day.
Fan Wu woke up early.
For him at the moment, sleep was nothing more than a seasoning in life.
He could go a whole year without sleeping.
And it wouldn’t make a difference.
"Daoist Fan Wu! Daoist Fan Wu!" Fan Wu realized that there was another early riser like him, a little brat. He only heard the little brat calling out to him while waving and trying to lower his voice, asking weakly, "Daoist Fan Wu, may I... may I touch that coffin?"
Touch the coffin?
Fan Wu glanced at the Destiny Coffin, which was still quietly lying on the first floor of the inn.
It seemed that the Little Prince was very interested in the Destiny Coffin.
"Whatever you like,"
replied Fan Wu.
"Thank you, Daoist Fan Wu!" The Little Prince scampered down the stairs; he seemed to be afraid of waking Hu Banban, who was still asleep, so he tiptoed.
He reached the side of the Destiny Coffin, and the chilling aura it emitted made him shiver involuntarily.
It was like the immediate sensation of entering an ice cellar.
The Little Prince swallowed nervously and carefully reached out with a small hand, full of curiosity, anticipation, and a little fear.
But the thought of Daoist Fan Wu watching over him dispelled his slight fear like smoke in the wind.
He reached out his hand.
And touched it.
"Hiss! Huff! Huff! Huff!" The touch was like coming into contact with a block of ice, prompting the Little Prince to hurriedly draw back his hand, and then he frantically blew on his palm, which had turned somewhat painful from the cold.
"Your purity is too low," said Fan Wu, who had somehow appeared beside him. He placed his broad hand on the Destiny Coffin.
The cold emanating from the Destiny Coffin had no effect on his palm whatsoever.
Suddenly, Fan Wu sat upright on the Tian Di Observatory.
Leaving the Little Prince staring in amazement.
The Little Prince asked softly, "Daoist Fan Wu, aren’t you afraid of the cold?"
He looked at his own small hand.
It had turned blue from the cold!
He seriously wondered whether, had he left his hand on the Destiny Coffin for a few more breaths, his fingers would have frozen off?
"Oh no!" Suddenly, a panicked cry came from above, "Young lord, please don’t scare your old servant like this!"
Hu Banban, seeing the Little Prince approaching the Destiny Coffin, turned ashen-faced with fright.
He was so anxious that he didn’t even take the stairs.
He vaulted down directly.
Because of his age, his agility was not what it used to be, and he almost threw out his back. But still, he gritted his teeth and quickly ran to the side of the Little Prince, reminding him, "Young lord, even though Daoist Fan Wu is suppressing this oddity, it is still an oddity after all!"
"Don’t do such dangerous things anymore, your old servant really can’t stand such excitement!" Hu Banban felt that the young lord’s sneaking out this time had already caused several near-disasters!
Although each time, they ended up safe and sound, he still felt that one couldn’t be too careful!
At least, not until they returned to the Imperial Palace.
Didn’t he just look away for a moment?
And the young lord was about to make contact with an oddity!
