Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 749: Turning the Table

Zhou Bufan fell silent for a few moments, then suddenly chuckled. "No worries. Since your lord is so hospitable, we shall sit down and enjoy some tea."

Wu Weizi and the others were taken aback, but seeing that Zhou Bufan had already taken his seat, they felt it inappropriate to say anything further and followed suit.

As an Enlightenment Realm cultivator, Zhou Bufan naturally had a table to himself, while the other two Nascent Soul Realm cultivators sat at another.

When Wu Weizi prepared to go to another table, the beggar Daoist immediately called out to him. "Wu Weizi, come sit with me."

Wu Weizi paused slightly, his expression darkening. However, he didn’t decline and went and sat with the beggar Daoist. He wanted to find an opportunity to clarify what had happened.

Once everyone was seated, a Daoist came forward to set up the tea sets.

When Li Daoye saw a Daoist carrying some earthen jars, he was astonished and asked, "Aren’t these supposed to be tea sets? What are those?"

"This... I couldn’t find that many tea sets, so I could only make do with these..." replied the Daoist awkwardly.

A strange expression appeared on Li Daoye’s face. He waved his hand and urged him forward. "No worries, no worries. Just go ahead."

Soon, tea sets were placed in front of everyone. They were filled with dark yellow tea that emitted that strange scent they had smelt earlier, making everyone frown.

Zhou Bufan secretly scrutinized the black and white paper figures, finding their auras difficult to gauge. One thing he could confirm was that these two paper figures felt extremely dangerous.

"Wu Weizi, we might encounter some trouble today. Do not act recklessly. These two paper figures... their strength might be above mine," Zhou Bufan communicated to the three Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.

Wu Weizi and the other two were instantly stunned, a look of disbelief flashing in their eyes.

These two paper figures... are stronger than the ancestor!? Isn’t this just the Grand Thousand Dao Sect? Could we have arrived at the wrong place?

With Zhou Bufan's reminder, the expressions of the three Nascent Soul Realm cultivators became increasingly grim, and they quickly sent a message to the Golden Core Realm elders, signaling them not to act recklessly.

One of the Golden Core Realm elders frowned as he looked at the teacup placed in front of him. After staring for a while, he lifted it and sniffed it a few times. Suddenly, he exclaimed, "This isn’t tea! This is clearly some filthy substance from the mortal world!"

Hearing that, Zhou Bufan and the others all shuddered. They quickly inspected their teacups incredulously.

Coincidentally, in front of Wu Weizi wasn’t a teacup, but an earthen jar that had been brought to make up the numbers, overflowing with the filthy substance inside!

"Hahahahaha!" The beggar Daoist burst into wild laughter. "You finally recognized what this is? Do you know I’ve been drinking this for a full three days? A full three days. Haha!"

Everyone looked at the beggar Daoist in disbelief.

"What..."

A dignified Nascent Soul Realm cultivator from the Southern Void Mountain had actually been drinking such a thing for three days?

Fortunately, the person across from him quickly rearranged the tea table and, with a smile on his face, offered to refill the tea.

One Daoist frowned and shook his head. "We’ve already had so few teacups. Now they’ve gone and broken one. This is just...."

The Daoist hurried off, still shaking his head.

When he reappeared, he was surprisingly holding a rice jar.

Thud.

He placed the rice jar in front of the Golden Core Realm cultivator. "Since we have no more tea cups, you can make do with this."

The Golden Core cultivator's face turned pale, and as he watched the other party fill the jar while pinching his nose, he slowly closed his eyes, a crystalline tear seemingly gathering at the corner of his eye.

How many years had it been since I had endured such humiliation?

After Zhou Bufan finished his tea, he stood up and looked toward Fang Chen, cupping his fist in a salute.

"I am Zhou Bufan. May I ask how to address you, Daoist?"

"This is Ancestor Fang of the Three Thousand Dao Sect. Even my master, Pei Qingfeng, ranks lower than him," said Li Daoye with a smile.

Zhou Bufan and the others overlooked the mention of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, but their hearts were somewhat shaken.

When did the Grand Thousand Dao Sect gain another ancestor whose rank was even higher than Pei Qingfeng’s?

Zhou Bufan cupped his fist and glanced at the beggar Daoist. "Ah, so it’s Daoist Fang. I beg your pardon for the oversight. I’m not aware of what this person has said to you, but please do not believe him; he is certainly spouting nonsense."

The Beggar Daoist flew into a fit of rage, shouting, "Zhou Bufan, how dare you and the Purple Yang Dao Sect act so shamelessly? If it weren’t for Wu Weizi, would I have come here specifically to deliver a message for you!?"

Wu Weizi sneered."What a joke! I don’t even know you. You came here for me? Nonsense!"

The beggar Daoist stared fiercely at Wu Weizi and hissed, "You are truly shameless!"

Li Daoye and the others watched this scene with great interest.

Everyone had seen dogs fighting before, but it was their first time witnessing such prominent figures in the cultivation world biting each other; it was like a big girl on her wedding day— a rare sight.

"Everyone, please don’t quarrel. We are all guests here; what is there to fight about? Let’s calmly drink tea and discuss matters instead," said Fang Chen indifferently.

Zhou Bufan and the others’ faces turned ashen. They still had to drink? Were they expected to follow the beggar Daoist's example and drink for several days on end?