Chapter 373: Chapter 373

Making such a flamboyant entrance, is he not planning to hide his identity as a Cultivator anymore?

Lan Tian was still pondering this when a cold snort reached his ears; the voice was a bit loud, but he felt nothing else. Mr. Mo, who wore the bracelet given by Lan Tian, felt slightly uncomfortable. The other elders weren’t as fortunate. Their faces turned pale and terrifying, their hearts tumultuous. Fortunately, the Cultivator only snorted once, and after enduring it for a while, their complexions gradually improved.

Having suffered a loss in silence, everyone’s face looked awful, but they could only endure it. Many showed fear in their eyes and dared not stare at him again.

His wide and vibrant Flowing Cloud Sleeve brushed over the floor of the pavilion, clearing a space within. With another sweep of his sleeve, two meditation cushions appeared out of thin air along with a small tea table, a stove, and all the necessary tea implements in between them.

Afterward, he walked to the cushion, sat down with his legs crossed, and his slender, jade-like fingers picked up the teapot and placed it on the stove. His left hand gently twisted at his sleeve to keep it from burning in the fire.

His demeanour was elegant and noble, his movements fluid like flowing water, a pleasure to watch.

Silence fell below the pavilion, and no one dared to break the tranquility. Just from the wave of his sleeve, the stone tables and stools in the pavilion vanished. Anyone with sense wouldn’t challenge his dignity.

"Daoist friend, please!"

The water boiled, he scooped a spoonful of tea leaves from the White Jade Vase beside him into the cup and poured two cups of tea, one for himself and the other placed opposite him, then gestured invitingly to the audience below.

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Daoist friend? What is this?

People below glanced at each other, confused by his words but understanding his gesture – he was inviting someone among them to join him.

Lan Tian’s eyebrows were lowered, his face serene, yet underneath, a storm was brewing; he knew there were other Cultivators present.

Mr. Mo had a bold guess that the person the man on stage wanted to invite... He glanced sideways at the well-behaved and tranquil Lan Tian, Mr. Mo reflecting inwardly.

"Daoist friend, it’s fate that we meet here in this realm. Please show yourself and let’s enjoy tea and discuss the Dao," the red-robed monk said sincerely.

Lan Tian would be a fool to believe him – where there’s too much courtesy, there could be malice. He was wondering how the monk was so sure there were other Cultivators present.

The red-robed monk glanced at the audience below, sighed deeply, and raised his hand. Without any visible action from him, the pavilion, the rockery inside the flower hall disappeared before their very eyes, and in a blink, it turned into an empty space. Except for the crowd, there was nothing around, a vast empty area.

Suddenly, large flames sprouted on either side of him, illuminating the surroundings, and behind the flames was a cross with a person tied to it. The ’drip, drip’ of dripping water came from the cross.

Following the sound of the water, Lan Tian saw that under the cross was a bathtub-sized pool, the floor of which glowed red – the dripping sound was from blood dripping off the person’s body into the pool.

No wonder there was a smell of blood in the air.

Lan Tian’s gaze slowly moved upward, and the more he looked, the more familiar the clothes on the person tied to the cross appeared. It was a military uniform, very much like the one Mo Junhua was wearing tonight... Lan Tian’s pupils shrank, his gaze moved upward, falling on that face in the night, indeed it was Mo Junhua.

Thinking of another cross, Lan Tian turned his head to look, and it was indeed Ji Feng who had been missing for a long time.

Not only did Lan Tian recognize the people on the crosses, Mr. Mo and Mr. Ji did as well. Mr. Ji, who had just recovered from illness, saw Ji Feng on the cross, his body swayed, almost falling down, if not for Mr. Mo beside him quickly supporting him.

Hua Kongque Zhang Shenjing was so angry his eyes turned red, his hands hanging beside his body clenched tightly, with the veins visibly protruding. Yang Lan and Ye Junying just stepped forward when they were immediately pulled back by Old Ji.

Apart from the old revolutionaries who had experienced battlefields, those attending the banquet included delicate young ladies who had never seen blood. Seeing such a terrifying scene, they trembled, opening and closing their mouths without being able to make a sound.

There is a kind of fear, at a certain level of terror, that can frighten someone into losing their voice, even their facial expressions, and there are those who are frightened into madness, even death.

Ji Feng and Mo Junhua had both passed out, with blood loss , they wouldn’t last long before death was certain.

The forehead veins ’snap’ open, blooming like flowers, covering Lan Tian’s forehead. She pressed the throbbing corner of her eye, glanced over the people on the stage; this person went to great lengths to force her to come out, no matter the purpose, he succeeded because he touched her bottom line.

"Senior, what’s the point in making trouble with a mortal?"

In the quiet night, Lan Tian’s crisp voice rang out, dispelling much of the fear from the people, who all turned to look at her. Who was the idiot daring to question the maniac above? Yes, many thought he was a maniac, publicly committing a murder, and in the presence of everyone’s elders. Given everyone’s prestigious family background here, the people in this house wouldn’t have a good outcome once they step outside.

Skinning and deboning would be the least of punishments. Of course, these thoughts were only in their minds, no one dared to show the slightest dissatisfaction on their faces.

Lan Tian, extremely angry yet more composed, flipped her hand, and a sword appeared, she swung the sword hilt, the Sword Qi slashed across the cross from one end to another, she gestured towards the two crosses and Ji Feng and Mo Junhua flew towards her.

The Cultivator held the teacup, quietly drinking tea, not stopping Lan Tian from rescuing people.

She took out a bottle of medicine from Sleeve Universe, poured out two pills, shoved one pill into each of their mouths, then took out another porcelain bottle, threw it to Hua Kongque, "Please take care of them, apply the medicine on their wounds." Then flew towards the front.

After the sword suddenly appeared in Lan Tian’s hand, Hua Kongque Zhang Shenjing and the others were stunned, their minds blank, completely unable to think. Whatever Lan Tian said, they did, like puppets, until they saw Lan Tian flying towards the maniacal murderer, only then did they come back to their senses.

Old Ji’s hands trembled slightly, gripping Mr. Mo’s wrist tightly, his weathered face faintly out of control with excitement, struggling to speak clearly, "Old Mo, your granddaughter is..."

"I don’t know about the girl’s matters," Mr. Mo knew what Old Ji wanted to ask, he indeed didn’t know, "You also know, I recognized the girl only a few years ago, and we seldom stay together usually, they mostly live with her grandma, I only know her medical skills are quite strong, that’s why I sought her to treat you."

Indeed, the identity of a Cultivator would not be casually disclosed, as they were only halfway through their familial bond, it was reasonable for Lan Tian to withhold some information, and it was understandable that Old Mo didn’t know.

Thinking back, what kind of virtues and abilities did his silly boy have, to know the Immortal Lan Tian girl.