A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality (Chapter 601-Chapter 800)

On the morning of the next day, Han Li stored the most important items in his cave residence on his person and sealed his cave residence off using restrictions. He then departed from the Dreamcloud Mountains, flying in the direction of the State of Yuan Wu.

The Fu Clan in the State of Yuan Wu was once renowned as one of the three great sects in the country. When the Devil Dao invaded over a hundred years ago, this clan hadn’t resisted their invasion in the slightest and even provided assistance to the Six Devil Dao Sects. As a result, the Fu Clan hadn’t suffered any damage from the invasion; instead, they were given the opportunity to flourish. After overwhelming the other clans in the country, they became the number one clan in the State of Yuan Wu.

Because the Fu Clan had frequently placed many of their disciples into the Devilflame Sect, even giving their clan’s gifted women to the Devilflame Sect’s upper echelon as concubines, they were considered to be completely subservient to the sect. As a result, the Fu Clan gained the support of the Devilflame Sect, the dominating power over the State of Yuan Wu, and wildly flourished in the past hundred years.





Chapter 648: A Party of Three


The Fu Clan’s main stronghold was located deep inside a mountain range in the west of Yuan Wu, The mountain range was known as the Purple Road Mountains as a purple mist sealed it off year long. Not only are mortals unable to see once they tread into the mist, if they stay within it for too long, their eyes would start sting and their throats would become sore. If they stay within it for even longer, they could even die of poison.

Although locals knew of the dangers of this mist and would take care to avoid it, there would always be ignorant outsiders who entered, only to perish. The Fu Clan were aware of the mortals dying from the mist, but they hardly batted an eye.

If mortals died, then so be it. The Fu Clan expended a great amount of effort to create the Violet Miasma Cloud Formation, requiring them to invite several formation masters to simultaneously work on it. In a sense, these mortals could be considered lucky to have died by this formation.

In the past several days, although the Purple Cloud Mountains were still enshrouded in mist, a commotion began to stir as the typically desolate place suddenly became lively. Occasionally, cultivators would appear outside the mist and shout something. Afterwards, they would reveal a lustrous red invitation before disappearing into the mist.

The nearest mortal settlement to the Purple Road Mountains was a small city named Taihe. This city only spanned five kilometers and its population didn’t exceed ten thousand. However, it had all the facilities one would expect from a city such as inns and restaurants.

Ah’er was a waiter at one of the two inns of Taihe City. Although he was only nineteen years old, he had been a waiter for four years now. With his thin body, he leaned against the side of the inn’s doors and dispiritedly called out to those who walked by.

This wasn’t because Ah’er was being lazy, but because the weather was simply scorching hot. After yelling in the hot weather for the entire morning, he no longer had any strength left. Even that petty, crafty Innkeeper Liu couldn’t say anything in response to his dejected manner. Although he wore a dissatisfied expression, he could only grumble his complaints and gloomily handle his abacus, calculating the dense ledger on the table.

Ah’er glanced at an expanse of white clouds in the sky and inwardly cursed with all his heart. Then, after lowering his head, he muttered out a greeting to a passerby in a manner that they didn't even hear him, and he became even more dejected.

Just as he wondered whether or not he could take advantage of Innkeeper Liu’s inattention to sneak into the kitchen for a few drinks of cold water to relieve himself from the heat, the sky suddenly dimmed and he felt a chill. This surprised Ah’er, and he couldn’t help but raise his head.

Much to his shock, he discovered that three eccentrics had unknowingly appeared before him.

One of the men wore hemp robes and a tall hat. He was short and resembled a large ball. The other was a bald man with piercing eyes. The last of them was a man with long hair draping over his face. His face possessed a sinister air and his eyes were ice-cold.

Having spent so many years as a waiter, Ah’er knew how to act. He immediately smiled and said, “Do you guests wish to stay at the inn?” From his years of many experience, this party were sure to be generous customers despite their fiendish appearance.

The short, plump man glared with his small eyes and casually took out a large piece of silver. He shoved it into the waiter’s chest and impatiently said, “Cut the rubbish. Why else would we come at an inn if not to stay there? Prepare a room on the second floor for us, and a table of top-rate food and wine for us as well.”

Without waiting for Ah’er’s reply, Innkeeper Liu jumped up and immediately acted like a robust man, leaping out of the gate and taking the silver piece out of Ah’er’s hands. With a ingratiating expression, he said, “Yes, yes! Please enter, Sirs. Food and wine will be immediately sent for you. Ah’er, go prepare the rooms, don’t be slow.”

“Yes, Innkeeper.” Although Innkeeper Lui's actions had caused him to feel deeply resentful, Ah’er could only obey. He could only sigh and allow the silver piece to be taken away.

Were it not for the fact he only had the skills for a waiter and that there were only two inns in the city, he wouldn't be doing anything for the contemptable Innkeeper. After resentfully cursing Innkeeper Liu in his heart, Ah’er brought the three to a room on the second floor, before leaving to go back downstairs.

“Huh?” Just as Ah’er left their side, the scorching heat suddenly returned. This sudden change made him to feel puzzled as he scratched the back of his head. After tilting his head in thought, he went back downstairs in a confused manner.

Not long after, a table of food was quickly prepared and brought up by Ah’er and a few other servants.

The cultivators were waiting at the table in complete silence.

Ah’er was baffled upon seeing them. At that moment, the cultivator with the draped hair coldly glanced in his direction as if he had noticed something.

The glance instantly made Ah’er feel a freezing chill, as if he were suddenly submerged in ice, and with a shaken heart he lowered his head and left the room in a panic. He directly returned to the inn’s door with a pounding heart, unable to control himself in the slightest.

At that moment, the three in the room finally began to speak.

Sensing that there was no one outside the room, the short man chuckled and spoke to the man with the draped hair, “Brother Han, why did you startle the mortal? Did you find him displeasing to the eye?”

The draped-haired man flatly said, “It was nothing. It was just that waiter possessed spiritual roots. However, his aptitude is poor. He would only be able to reach the third or fourth layer of the Qi Condensation stage.”

A trace of astonishment appeared in the fat man’s expression, “Spiritual roots? That’s surprising. However, it seems that Brother Han is actually able to see through spiritual roots without any physical contact. It appears Brother Han is quite a skilled individual.”