Chapter 704 - 701: An Invitation from the Saintess

Chapter 704: Chapter 701: An Invitation from the Saintess

Within the Wanjue Inn, hundreds of young male attendants and maidservants were dedicated to serving Spirit Tea to the guests.

There was also a middle-aged Steward who settled the bills and collected Spirit Stones.

And then there was this hunchbacked slave, who was solely responsible for keeping order.

Of course, the Wanjue Inn employed far more than just these individuals.

But these were the main ones who appeared before the public.

The hunchbacked slave’s gaze also fell upon Jiang Jichen from afar. His somewhat cloudy eyes seemed to hold a strange hint of a smile.

After hearing the hunchbacked old slave’s words, who would dare to cause a commotion?

However, those Cultivators from the Otherworld were here for the first time.

Moreover, they had never held the Cultivators of the Mortal World in any regard.

A Dark Race Cultivator sneered, "Heh, ’only drinkable with a calm mind?’ Isn’t it more like money is king? Hmph, I have plenty of Spirit Stones. I’ll drink however I please. Are you going to dare and stop me?"

This Dark Race Cultivator, at the Seventh Level of Saint Realm, wore an arrogant expression, and his words were exceptionally insolent.

However, just as his voice faded, the hunchbacked old slave reached out, flicked his sleeve, and casually swept it toward the Dark Race Cultivator.

An invisible force landed precisely upon the Dark Race Cultivator.

Immediately after, the Dark Race Cultivator was silently annihilated, turning into the Void without leaving a single trace behind.

"This..."

Witnessing this, who would dare to make a sound?

Even the group of beings from the Six Paths Realm, who were from beyond the Mortal World, fell deathly silent, their faces filled with terror.

They were terrified the hunchbacked old slave would do the same to them.

"Sigh, I’m getting old. I can’t control my strength well anymore. I originally just meant to sweep him out the door. The Saintess is upstairs, and she dislikes hearing any commotion. If you disturb the Saintess while she’s preparing the Spirit Tea again... then even if I can’t control my strength, I’ll have no choice but to act."

With such a precedent, who would dare to speak now?

At that moment, the hunchbacked old slave suddenly looked at Jiang Jichen and said, "Young friend, our Saintess requests your presence. Would you please come with me?"

The hunchbacked old slave’s voice was exceedingly polite.

But everyone who heard this felt a jolt and stared at Jiang Jichen with utter disbelief.

If one were to name the most authoritative person in Wanjue Town, it would be Saintess Wanjue, the one who could brew the Ten Thousand Extremes Spirit Tea.

She was also the proprietress of the Wanjue Inn.

However, she rarely appeared in public. Always wearing a veil, no one had ever seen her true face, making her the very picture of mystery.

Furthermore, it was common knowledge among all Cultivators that Saintess Wanjue never received guests.

Even when numerous geniuses from the Supreme Realm pleaded for an audience, not one had been granted a private meeting.

But now, she was actually inviting an unknown Cultivator at the mere Saint First Realm?

Even Luoo Xiaoshuang, Xia Hao, Wan Shan, and the others stared at Jiang Jichen as if they had seen a ghost.

This... was too inconceivable, too surreal, wasn’t it?

This couldn’t possibly be real!

Even Jiang Jichen himself was stunned. He had no idea why she wanted to see him.

As for Saintess Wanjue, Jiang Jichen did know a few things about her from the Golden Dragon’s soul memories.

"Alright!"

Faced with the hunchbacked old slave’s invitation, Jiang Jichen agreed without a shred of hesitation.

He also wanted to see what business the incomparably mysterious Saintess Wanjue had with him.

This made him very curious.

As for worrying about his own safety?

There was simply no need. For a being like the hunchbacked old slave, why would he need to go through so much trouble just to kill him?

It would be just like with that Dark Race Cultivator—a flick of a sleeve was all it took to turn someone to dust.

Amidst the crowd’s gazes—filled with awe, confusion, jealousy, and more—Jiang Jichen followed the hunchbacked old slave upstairs.

"Sir, what business does the Saintess have with me? We... don’t seem to have ever crossed paths before, have we?"

Jiang Jichen was not the least bit intimidated by the hunchbacked old slave, chatting with him as if they were old acquaintances.

As they walked up the stairs, a Barrier automatically formed around the hunchbacked old slave, preventing outsiders’ Divine Sense from probing inside.

Naturally, the sound of their conversation could not get out either.

At this, the hunchbacked old slave spoke with a beaming smile, "The Venerable of the Six Paths Illusion Realm, the Sect Leader of the Luochen Sect, the new hegemon of the Southern Continent... who wouldn’t know of you?"

Hearing the old slave’s words, Jiang Jichen froze for a moment, then couldn’t help but curse, "Damn, Old Sir! Isn’t Wanjue Town supposed to be a reclusive haven, a pure land detached from worldly affairs? And it’s in the Eastern Land, so how could you possibly know all this? This..."

However, before Jiang Jichen could finish, the hunchbacked old slave chuckled. "Reclusive? A pure land? Detached from worldly affairs? Do you really believe such a power or place could exist amidst the great turmoil of this world?"

"Young friend, the affairs of the world are vast, and the path of cultivation is endless. Remember this: only by constantly moving forward is there a sliver of hope for survival. To stop or retreat even half a step means eternal damnation."

"We’ve arrived, young friend. If you want to know something, go ask the Saintess yourself!"

As he spoke, they had already arrived at the very top of the main building—the Seventh Layer!

The hunchbacked old slave led him to the door of a room and gestured for him to enter.

After he entered, the door closed automatically. The hunchbacked old slave did not follow him in.

Inside the room was another world entirely!

It was an incomparably elegant courtyard, arranged with exquisite taste.

Moreover, a single glance revealed it to be the work of a woman.

Jiang Jichen walked through the courtyard within the room and directly entered the inner chamber. There, at the far end, a graceful figure was faintly visible behind a hanging veil.

"I am Jiang Jichen. Greetings, Saintess!"

Jiang Jichen said, bowing toward the veil.

But behind the veil, the graceful figure stood there, seemingly staring fixedly at him, her body even trembling slightly.

However, Jiang Jichen could only judge by her silhouette; his Divine Thought and gaze were blocked by an invisible wall of Secret Power.

Even his Seven-Colored Spiritual Sense could not penetrate it.

Jiang Jichen knew this was the natural aura of an invincible expert, preventing others from probing with their Divine Thought.

After he bowed, a long time passed without any response.

Jiang Jichen simply stood there, waiting quietly.

A strange feeling began to well up from the depths of his heart.

His bloodline seemed to share an imperceptible resonance with the Saintess.

"Mm, have a seat."

Only after several dozen breaths did a clear, cold, and beautiful voice finally emerge.

At that moment, the veil vanished on its own, revealing a figure filled with the allure of a mature woman.

She wore a white dress and a veil over her face, and her beautiful eyes were as gentle as water.

Her exposed skin was lustrous and translucent, as smooth and warm as fine jade.

She was... Saintess Wanjue!

Behind her was a guqin.

Jiang Jichen sat down, and Saintess Wanjue also sat before the guqin.

"Sister Saintess, for what reason did you summon me?"

Jiang Jichen asked very directly.

"What did you call me?"

However, Saintess Wanjue, who had just sat down, was taken aback.

"Sister? The moment I saw you, Saintess, I felt a special kinship. I couldn’t help myself."

The lie came easily to Jiang Jichen’s lips.

In his view, he needed to first close the distance between himself and Saintess Wanjue for the conversation to proceed smoothly.