Chapter 102 - In the Holy Pavilion Please Subscribe

Ye Tian arrived at the bustling street outside the Immortal Sect.

It was the afternoon, and the competition among the servant disciples was set for tomorrow, an event that the sect took seriously.

Especially the servant disciples, many had come out to purchase magical treasures and pills.

They hoped that with the help of these external items, they could gain an advantage in tomorrow’s competition.

Those who entered the sect for cultivation all had an intense desire to become stronger, contributing to the liveliness of the street.

Many set up stalls to sell the magical treasures or medicinal ingredients they possessed in order to make money.

Those with ample funds went into shops to purchase the items they needed.

Roaming leisurely, Ye Tian blended in like an ordinary disciple from the North City Immortal Sect, given that he was wearing the sect’s disciple robe.

With his handsome features and Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation level, his presence on the street attracted the gazes of many female cultivators.

Those who recognized him greeted him warmly.

Ye Tian nodded in response to everyone, whether they were his senior sisters, junior sisters, or fellow brothers.

Some he didn’t even know recognized him, and without knowing their names, all he could do was nod.

When he reached a shop named Holy Pavilion, a newly opened establishment he hadn’t noticed on his previous visits to the area, he became curious.

The name Holy Pavilion intrigued Ye Tian, and he found himself drawn inside, where he saw Xiaoe greeting customers and selling items.

Observing the shop, he noted that the merchandise was quite ordinary; what they sold here was also available in other shops.

“Holy Pavilion,” why such a name?

Could there be some significance?

“Could it have any particular background?”

“Esteemed Immortal, may I inquire what you would like to purchase?”

“Is your boss around?

I hadn’t seen your shop here before.

The goods you’re selling are rather ordinary; aren’t you afraid of making a loss?”

Ye Tian knew that the rents for shops on this street were quite steep, and some weaker businesses would prefer to set up stalls outside.

“Esteemed Immortal, our boss isn’t here.

When the boss was around, the items sold were of high quality and sold out quickly.

The current stock is supplied by another investor.”

“Oh, who is the investor for this shop?”

“The owner of our shop is Jiang Tang, a disciple of the North City Immortal Sect.

It’s said that he encountered danger on a mission, and we don’t know if he’s alive or dead.

The investor is Mr.

Su Su Chang’an from the Sword Sect.”

“Oh, I wonder if Mr.

Su is present here?”

Ye Tian had heard of Su Chang’an from the Ten Great Clans, a prodigious talent like himself.

It’s one thing to hear of someone, quite another to meet them.

This could be a good opportunity for an introduction.

“You wish to see Mr.

Su?

Mr.

Su is in the inner chamber; he has been staying here for the past few days, preparing to return to the Sword Sect.”

“Good, please take me to see Mr.

Su.”

The waiter saw that Ye Tian was dressed in the robe of a North City Immortal Sect disciple and could sense no malign intent whatsoever in his face.

Like Mr.

Su, he exuded an aura of nobility.

Many disciples from the sect were of notable stature, and the waiter found no reason to deny them acquaintance.

Leading the guest, he knocked on the door and entered the room.

Su Chang’an was sitting in meditation, although he was actually sipping tea rather than concentrating on his practice.

Hearing the knock, he looked towards the door to see the waiter entering, accompanied by a stranger.

“Mr.

Su, an Immortal Elder from the North City Immortal Sect wishes to see you.

I have brought him here.”

“Disciple from the North City Immortal Sect?

What business do you have with me?”

Su Chang’an’s gaze settled on this man who appeared to be around his age, outwardly possessing the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Yet, Su Chang’an felt that this person was concealing his cultivation level, as he could sense the aura of the Nascent Soul stage emanating from him.

Moreover, he seemed like a stranger, but Su Chang’an felt he looked somewhat familiar—had he seen his portrait somewhere before?

“I, Ye Tian, was passing by and became curious when I saw the name of this shop.

I felt compelled to enter, only to find that the items sold here are rather unusual.

After inquiring with a shop assistant, I learned that Mr.

Su was present.”

Ye Tian’s candid words caused Su Chang’an’s brows to furrow involuntarily.

He would have to instruct the assistants later not to disclose information about their boss; if it reached the ears of enemies, it could lead to trouble.

Su Chang’an wouldn’t believe he had no enemies—take, for instance, the people of the Huang Family he had killed before; they, too, might come seeking revenge.

“Please have a seat, Brother Ye Tian.

Let’s have a drink.

I find your face rather familiar, and upon hearing your name, I am reminded of the Guardian God.”

It was only then that Su Chang’an remembered why this man seemed so familiar to him—he had seen a portrait of elites of the younger generation from the Ancient Xia Country in his family home.

They had never met because their families had no intersections.

Another reason was that they had not encountered each other.

He had only heard of the Guardian God—a mysterious elite disciple known only to some of the more prominent Noble Clans.

A discreet investigation into the elite disciples from the Guardian God Family allowed for comparisons and the knowledge that one should not rashly offend them.

“Mr.

Su has a keen eye indeed.

I won’t conceal it from you; I am here on a secret mission for the sect, the details of which, unfortunately, I cannot share with you.”

Ye Tian did not deny his identity.

It wasn’t surprising for someone to recognize him; perhaps before his soul entered this body, the body’s original owner was quite prominent or arrogant.

Elites always had their prideful aspects.

The Guardian God was just a position after all, not invisible.

Moreover, their family existed publicly, so it was not unusual for people to know of him.

Just like he knew of Su Chang’an.

“Very well, I assume your mission is important, so I won’t pry.”

Su Chang’an poured tea for Ye Tian.

“Mr.

Su, your tea here is quite fragrant.”

Ye Tian picked up the teacup and took a sniff, sensing a strong flow of spiritual energy.

This was clearly not common spiritual tea.

Indeed.

You must also be aware that the owner of this shop, Jiang Tang, left the tea here before he… well, it’s currently unknown whether he is alive or dead.”

“Oh, it seems you and this fellow Sect disciple have a good relationship.”

“Indeed.

We became friends.” Su Chang’an had made a friend during his time outside, someone who did not look down on him because of his status.

Friendships are formed by heart, not social status.

“Oh, Jiang Tang, this is the first time I’ve heard this name.

Is he a new recruit to the sect?”

“He’s just a Servant Disciple in the Immortal Sect; he was quite well-known a few months ago.”

“Well, I’ve been busy on Refining Artifacts Peak.

I haven’t paid attention to many of the sect’s disciples who haven’t sought me out—hehe, there are simply too many disciples.”

“Refining Artifacts Peak, huh?

Ye Tian, do you have any magical treasures to sell here?

I can give you a commission.”

Su Chang’an didn’t want the shop he opened with a friend to slowly lose business and shut down.

This was a business partnership he had with Jiang Tang, and he held a sentimental attachment to it.

With no time to manage the shop himself, he had left it in the care of the assistants.

Without proper sources for high-quality goods, they dared not stock expensive items.

Even with his jade token, they were afraid to procure higher-grade goods, fearing they might get robbed or be unable to sell the items.