Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start

Jiang Liuer nodded, looking very sympathetic, and said, "In that case, those two monks are truly guilty of heinous crimes."

After saying that, he changed the subject and asked, "Where are the Tiger Power Immortal, the Sheep Power Immortal, and the Deer Power Immortal now?"

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper's face became even more conflicted, but considering the large silver bean, he still said, "Where else could he have gone? Those two monks locked him up in jail."

Next, Jiang Liuer asked the old shopkeeper some details about Tiger Power Immortal, Sheep Power Immortal, and Deer Power Immortal, and his guesses became clearer.

Soon, the meal was finished, and Jiang Liuer and his group were about to leave when three monks dressed in monks' robes staggered in. Even before they arrived, the pungent smell of alcohol filled the air.

"Shopkeeper, hurry up and cut five catties of beef and bring up ten jars of good wine. If you are slow, don't blame us for smashing up your little shop."

The three monks were described as follows: two were tall and thin, and the other was short and stout. These words came from the short and stout monk.

"So it's Master Wuyuan, you've come, you've come."

The old shopkeeper tried to force a smile, but it still looked incredibly ugly.

He cursed the monks in his heart even more. Five catties of beef and ten jars of good wine—not to mention today, even the previous three or four days' work had been wasted.

But Lao Zhanggou dared not disobey. This monk Wuyuan's master was a direct disciple of those two eminent monks. In other words, Wuyuan was the grand-disciple of those two masters.

If I don't do as he says today, his restaurant and tea shop will probably have to close down tomorrow.

The old shopkeeper, looking pained, brought out five catties of beef and ten jars of fine wine, his face flattering and ingratiating, "Gentlemen, there's plenty of meat and wine. If you need more, just let me know."

As Jiang Liuer and his companions finished their meal and were preparing to leave, they noticed the old innkeeper's demeanor. They quietly called him over and asked, "These fat monks, are they just eating and not paying?"

The innkeeper smiled wryly, "They are the grand-disciples of the eminent monk Shengde. Who would dare to charge them when they go out to eat? I'll be content if they just leave as soon as possible."

Before Jiang Liuer could say anything, the little black dragon, filled with righteous indignation, slammed his fist on the table and exclaimed, "Eating without paying? What kind of rule is that?"

The little black dragon's slap made a loud noise, immediately attracting the attention of several tables of customers in the restaurant, including Wuyuan and his two companions who were trying to dine and dash.

The old shopkeeper was so frightened by the slap that he almost lost his soul. His face turned ashen. "Elder, you...you've really put me in a terrible situation!"

As soon as the old shopkeeper finished speaking, he trotted over to the monk Wuyuan and said solicitously, "Master Wuyuan, they are monks from outside. They are ignorant and don't know any better. Please don't take offense at them."

"A monk from outside?"

Wu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the old shopkeeper, and asked, "So, do you think what he said is right or wrong?"

"Master Wuyuan, you are joking. Your grandmaster is the national teacher of Chechi Kingdom and is deeply trusted by His Majesty. If you have to pay for a meal, what do you think this place is?"

The old shopkeeper looked cautious and spoke in a humble tone. Don't be fooled by the monk Wuyuan's fair and plump appearance; he has a black heart. If you really offend him, you might lose your entire fortune at best, or even your family might be destroyed.

Wu Yuan seemed quite satisfied with the old shopkeeper's demeanor. He snorted lightly, ignoring the old shopkeeper, and stood up to approach the little black dragon. Before Wu Yuan could speak, the two tall, thin monks beside him sneered, "It was you who just spoke such arrogant words! Do you even know who my senior brother Wu Yuan is?"

The little black dragon said indifferently, "I don't want to know who he is, and I'm too lazy to know. All I know is that paying for food is a matter of course."

"Well, you dare to spout such nonsense? You're asking for a beating!"

The tall, thin monk could no longer hold back and slapped the little black dragon. Wu Yuan closed his eyes, but the sound of flesh colliding as he had imagined did not come. Instead, a shrill scream echoed through the sky.

Wu Yuan quickly opened his eyes and saw that the little black dragon's hand, which had been behind his back, had somehow reached out and was tightly gripping the tall, thin monk's wrist. The monk was in so much pain that his face turned pale, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his scalp.

"It hurts, it hurts! Let me go!"

That tall, thin monk had never suffered such a loss before, and he was still shouting.

The little black dragon frowned slightly, and with a slight exertion, a cracking sound came from his wrist—the sound of bones breaking. The tall, thin monk, pampered and spoiled, had never suffered such pain before, and immediately screamed in agony.

Another tall, thin monk gritted his teeth and kicked the little black dragon with a fierce and powerful kick that could shatter three bricks.

Unfortunately, the opponent was Little Black Dragon, a true Grand Luo Golden Immortal cultivator.

The little black dragon slightly shifted its body to avoid the attack, then clenched its other hand, turning its palm into a fist, and struck the tall, thin monk directly in the chest.

"Bang!"

A slight sonic boom sounded, the tall, thin monk's chest caved in slightly, he let out a muffled groan, and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, unconscious.

The little black dragon squeezed hard, crushing the wrist of another tall, thin monk. Then, it kicked him, sending the monk flying more than ten meters before crashing into a large tree. His head lolled to the side, and it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

Then, the little black dragon's hawk-like gaze slowly fell on Wuyuan.

Although Wuyuan was wicked, he wasn't stupid. This young man in front of him was clearly someone he couldn't handle.

"This is for the meal, for the meal."

Wu Yuan quickly took out a string of copper coins, handed them to the old shopkeeper, and then fled in panic.

The little black dragon did not stop them. Today's events were merely a trivial prelude; the real trouble was yet to come.

The old shopkeeper weighed the heavy copper coins in his hand, looking as if he had lost his parents. "Elders, you were too impulsive. Wu Yuan is notorious for being vengeful. You have offended him, and you will find it difficult to move an inch in Chechi Kingdom."

Jiang Liuer laughed, "Don't worry, shopkeeper. That monk Wuyuan can't cause any trouble. He's definitely going to suffer a loss here today!"

The old shopkeeper just sighed and didn't say anything, but he summoned his shop assistants in the main hall, "Waiter, come here."

The little black dragon was taken aback. "What on earth is the shopkeeper doing?"

The old shopkeeper smiled bitterly, "If we offend that monk Wuyuan, this shop will never be able to stay open. It would be better to lay off the staff and close down the shop ourselves than to let that monk Wuyuan destroy it. Elders, Chechi Kingdom is not a place to stay for long. I advise you to leave the city as soon as possible before that monk Wuyuan comes knocking on your door."

Jiang Liuer immediately understood the old shopkeeper's meaning, stepped forward to stop him, and smiled, "Old shopkeeper, besides meals, can you also provide lodging?"

The old innkeeper answered instinctively, "There are rooms upstairs, so you can stay there."

Jiang Liuer casually tossed a whole ingot of silver into the old shopkeeper's hand. "Old shopkeeper, please let us stay in this shop for a few more days." (End of this chapter)