Spirit Vessel

The Myriad Race Conference drew near so geniuses and older masters traveled to Chaos City. Demonic energies could be sensed everywhere and rightfully avoided.

Dongfang Jingyue and Feng Feiyun sat inside a floating teahouse. The products here were special in that they helped with cultivation. This applied to pseudo-saints as well.

They sat by a jade desk near the window and a gorgeous waitress brought them two cups of tea brimming with spirit energy.

This was Zen Tea, an ancient type of alchemy medicine. One leaf required one million years of gestation. Each cup cost more than a billion spirit stones.

Feiyun took a sip and felt a gentle energy coursing through his entire body. It was as if little dragons were flowing all around him, chasing away worries and helping him understand the truths of the dao.

Jingyue sat across from him. Her white dress was as pretty as a swan. Her jet-black hair and milk-white skin, though covered by a veil, still exuded beauty and charm.

Her pure aura attracted the attention of cultivators nearby. Some were in awe of her appearance and others felt jealous of Feiyun.

“How do you want me to show sincerity?” He asked.

She didn’t respond while he noticed two women entering their floor. One was a cross-dresser with a male crest tying up her hair. She waved a paper fan around like a young master.

However, she didn’t conceal her feminine beauty. Her bosom was ample while her waist remained slender.

The other woman was the embodiment of a fairy, looking as dignified as could be. She wore a blue veil, emanating a flawless presence.