Chapter 309: The Rogue Independent Cultivator Hu Jinbao, Demons Rampant, the Firefly Fruit! Madam Wang!
As soon as the woman spoke, Mr. Hua fell silent. He merely waved his hand, snorted coldly, and turned to leave!
Only after Mr. Hua had gone did Young Master Chu lean closer with a faint smile. “Many thanks, Ms. Yu, for stepping in on our behalf. Why not stay and share a few cups of wine?”
Ms. Yu smiled charmingly, then shook her head. “I still have duties to attend to inside. Another time, perhaps.”
Disappointment showed plainly on Young Master Chu’s face, as though he had just let a peerless beauty slip through his fingers. Once Mr. Hua and Ms. Yu were gone, the lively atmosphere returned to the banquet.
Li Yanchu, keeping his composure, found a quiet corner and took a seat.
The dead-fish-eyed servant boy[1] who had led him there had long since vanished without a trace.
At this particular table, there was only one other person. It was a middle-aged man of dignified bearing eating leisurely. The dishes before him were all delicacies of the mountains and seas, and their color, fragrance, and flavor were exquisite. Whether by coincidence or design, this table was for just the two of them.
Li Yanchu did not touch his chopsticks. In these desolate mountains, to find such a bustling banquet... He was certain the food on the table was nothing more than cockroaches, rats, and worms transformed into fine dishes, and human flesh and urine were no doubt part of the fare as well!
The rest of the hall was loud and lively, with cups clinking and wine flowing freely.
Some here wore the garb of martial monks and had razor-sharp precept knives at their waists. Some were accountants or stewards; some were elders with long flowing beards; while others were women of ravishing beauty. It was a jumble of every trade under heaven.
But Li Yanchu, relying on his Qi Sight, saw the truth beneath the surface. Each and every one of them was wreathed in baleful qi and entangled in karmic grudges. They were all ruthless and wicked sorts! And more than a few were not even human.
For example, that figure in the corner’s shadow was nothing but a mass of filth, given the faint semblance of a human face. And that rough, boisterous man drinking against the burly fellow, his face was plainly that of a pig. Needless to say, this hall was crammed full of crooked demons and heretics, a miasma of foulness.