Chapter 399 Cut Off All Worries and Become a True God Right Away

"The Immortal Way is already a legend. Heavenly demons dare not come to the mortal world. Only martial immortals are relegated to the world."

A gray-haired old man sat in front of a Bafang table with a cup of tea, a piece of hard square wood, and a folding fan, speaking with great enthusiasm about the past legends of this land.

"There are ten Martial Immortals in the world, each of them has the power to slay gods and demons. Among them, the Wine Martial Immortal is the most free and easy, the Ba Martial Immortal is the most domineering, the Blood Martial Immortal is the most unruly, the Dragon Immortal is the most arrogant, and the Xuanwu Immortal is the most mysterious... "

The old man talked about the top people in the world in one breath.

The tea drinkers below were all listening with great interest, and even the tea in hand was cold but they didn't take a sip.

The boy who brought tea also forgot to add tea and water, and concentrated on these legends and anecdotes.

Until the shopkeeper, who was obsessed with money, slapped him on the back of the head and scolded him viciously: "Work hard, or I will deduct one month's wages from you."

Only then did the boy wake up, and he didn't dare to delay his work anymore.

But when he poured the first cup of tea, he was stopped by the tea guest: "Little brother, I like to drink herbal tea, there is no need to add more tea for me."

This was the first time the waiter heard such a request, and he couldn't help but look up at the tea guest.

hansome!

But I can't remember the face.

Take another look.

Still, more handsome.

But I still can’t remember the face.

Look again...

"Xiao Fu, why are you so stupid?" Seeing the abnormality, the shopkeeper rushed over immediately and gave the boy another violent shock.

The boy grimaced in pain and was pulled behind him by the shopkeeper.

"I'm sorry, sir. This guy just came to work and is not very sensible. Please bear with me. I will waive the tea and table fees for you." The shopkeeper said in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter, maybe it's my unusual appearance that makes this little brother feel strange." The tea guest chuckled.

"Hey, hey, thank you, sir. Thank you, sir." The shopkeeper repeatedly handed over his hand.

Then he took the boy and evacuated the tea table hall.

The boy didn't understand why his shopkeeper was so humble and cautious.

When he reached the corner of the hall, the shopkeeper slapped him on the back of the head again: "Didn't I make it clear to you before? See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Why can't you remember these words?"

The boy looked innocent: "Uncle, I didn't do anything. Why do you keep beating me?"

"Hmph, anyway, don't get close to that table... or else don't work here." The shopkeeper's face softened a little, but he still snorted coldly and warned him.

"Uncle, that man..." The boy still wanted to speak, so he looked at the man. Unexpectedly, the man was looking at him and smiling at him, and his breathing stopped.

"I told you not to provoke others." The shopkeeper pulled him behind him again and bowed to the man again.

"Uncle, this?" The boy became more and more confused.

The shopkeeper then taught him a few words: "Restaurants, teahouses and brothels are all places where warriors from all over the world gather. If you disagree, you may draw your sword. One moment you may greet them with a smile, but the next moment you may stab them in the heart with a sword."

"Especially...especially this young master, he is even more unfathomable. You can't offend him, and I can't offend him either, so look less, listen less, and talk to him less. Do you understand?" His voice became thinner in the second half of the sentence. Like a mosquito, the boy can only hear it clearly if he puts his ear up and listens carefully.

"Uncle, I understand, I understand." After the shopkeeper coaxed him with a few words, the boy's face turned pale, as if he had just walked through the gate of hell.

This time he never dared to look directly at the handsome young hero. No matter how much curiosity he had in his heart, he lowered his eyebrows and only stared at his own legs and feet.

Seeing him like this, the shopkeeper nodded with satisfaction.

"This kid is too intimidated." The shopkeeper touched the abacus in front of the counter and wrote down the accounts.

He smiled and looked at the young hero again.

But how could he know that just this one look would scare his soul out of his body.

The young hero was smiling strangely at him.

"..." The shopkeeper quickly lowered his head, trying to settle the score.

"I'm not really going to get pecked in the eye by a goose." The shopkeeper recited several lines of Martial God Boundless in his heart to comfort himself.

"Am I so scary?" But at this moment, the young hero's voice sounded in the shopkeeper's ears.

"No..." He looked up when he heard the sound.

But the person was not in front of him, but still far away, still smiling and greeting him.

"...Kakaka." He was so frightened that his teeth chattered.

"Uncle, what's wrong? Is it cold today?" The boy also came over at this time.

"Nothing, nothing...nothing..." The shopkeeper uttered a few words of comfort.

But in the end, he stuttered because the young hero who was still in his seat came to the counter.

The shopkeeper's legs weakened and he fell behind the counter, trying to avoid this person.

But the young hero was already approaching, and he said gently: "I am not a monster. I don't eat people or kill people. Why are you two so afraid?"

The shopkeeper was still hiding behind the counter, not daring to make a sound, but the waiter beside him overcame his fear and wanted to question loudly to attract the attention of other tea patrons in the hall, so as to save them.

But somehow, his voice almost roared, but no one in the hall gave any reaction. They were still listening to the story attentively.

"You two! Wake up quickly!"

After the boy finished roaring at the top of his lungs, the young man sighed softly.

"What?" Both the boy and the shopkeeper looked at the young hero in confusion.

"You and I are of the same body, originating from the troubled threads of the Heavenly Emperor in the Immortal Realm..."

The young man now tells a long story.

From the world-destroying battle between immortals and demons, to the legendary reincarnation of the Nine Netherworld, and the amazing talent of the Emperor of Heaven, he created this strange story of cutting off troubles, purifying the mind, and hoping to fit the way of heaven and become a god of heaven.

The two of them only felt dizzy, but there was always a sense of strangeness in their hearts, as if they all thought what the young man said was right.

"Then... then... what should we do? Stop the Emperor of Heaven?" The servant scratched his head and said hesitantly.

"If the Emperor of Heaven is allowed to cultivate into a god of heaven, I am afraid there will be no peace in the heavens." The young man said leisurely.

The servant quickly found the blind spot: "Wouldn't it be beneficial for us if the Emperor of Heaven became a god of heaven?"

The young man seemed to know that the servant would ask this question, so he responded briskly: "He is also very unhappy with the current human world. You and I are hiding in the human world. If he destroys the human world, where can we hide?"

"So what do you want?" The shopkeeper suddenly climbed up from under the counter and looked at the young man coldly.

"We, the troublemakers, will work together to destroy the sky."

When the young man spoke, the tea drinkers and the storyteller who were sitting quietly in the hall slowly stood up, looking at them with a pair of bright and cold eyes.

"..."