The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

Chapter 399 Cut off all worries and become a true god.

"The path to immortality is now just a legend; even celestial demons dare not descend to the mortal realm. Only martial immortals are banished to the world."

An elderly man with white hair sat at an octagonal table with a cup of tea, a piece of hardwood, and a folding fan, and spoke with a strong voice about the legends of this land.

"There are ten Martial Immortals in the world, each possessing the power to slay gods and demons. Among them, the Wine Martial Immortal is the most unrestrained, the Tyrant Martial Immortal is the most domineering, the Blood Martial Immortal is the most arrogant, the Dragon Martial Immortal is the most haughty, and the Black Tortoise Martial Immortal is the most mysterious..."

The old man rattled off a list of the world's most prominent figures in one breath.

The tea drinkers below listened with great interest, and didn't touch their tea even when it got cold.

The servants who were serving tea forgot to add more tea and water, as they were completely absorbed in these legends and anecdotes.

Until the shopkeeper, who was only interested in money, slapped him on the back of the head and scolded him harshly: "Work properly, or I'll deduct a month's wages from your pay."

The servant was startled and dared not delay his work any longer.

He had only poured the first cup of tea when a customer stopped him, saying, "Young man, I prefer iced tea, there's no need to refill my cup."

This was the first time the servant had heard such a request, so he couldn't help but look up at the tea drinker.

hansome!

But I can't remember their faces.

Take one more look.

Or rather, even more handsome.

But I still can't remember their faces.

look again...

"Xiao Yu, what are you doing now?" The shopkeeper noticed something was wrong and rushed over, giving the servant another sharp rap on the head.

The servant grimaced in pain, then was pulled behind the shopkeeper.

"I'm so sorry, sir. This young man is new to the job and doesn't know much. Please bear with him. I'll waive the tea and table fees for you," the innkeeper said humbly.

"It's alright. Perhaps it's because I look unusual that this young man finds me strange," the tea drinker chuckled.

"Hehehe, thank you, sir, thank you, sir." The shopkeeper bowed repeatedly.

He then pulled his servant away from the tea room.

The servant was puzzled as to why his manager was being so humble and cautious.

Once they reached a corner of the hall, the shopkeeper slapped him on the back of the head again: "Didn't I make it clear to you before? Don't look at what is improper, don't listen to what is improper, don't speak what is improper. How come you can't remember these words?"

The servant looked innocent: "Uncle, I didn't do anything, why are you hitting me?"

"Hmph, just don't go near that table... people again, or you won't be working for me anymore." The shopkeeper's expression softened a bit, but he still snorted coldly and warned him.

"Uncle, that person..." The servant was about to speak when he looked at the person, only to find that the person was also looking at him and smiling at him. His breath caught in his throat.

"I told you, don't mess with them." The shopkeeper pulled him behind him again, and then bowed to the man from afar.

"Uncle, what is this?" The servant was even more confused.

The innkeeper then lectured him a few more times: "Taverns, teahouses, and brothels are all places where martial artists gather. A disagreement can easily lead to a fight. One moment they may be smiling at you, and the next they may be stabbing you in the heart."

"Especially... especially young masters like him, they are even more unfathomable. You can't afford to offend them, and neither can I. So, look at them less, listen to them less, and talk to them less, understand?" His voice was so soft that the servant had to lean in and listen carefully to hear him clearly.

"Uncle, I understand, I understand." Under the shopkeeper's coaxing words, the servant's face turned ashen, as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.

This time, he dared not look directly at the handsome young swordsman. Even with a lot of curiosity in his heart, he lowered his head and stared at his own legs and feet.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper nodded with satisfaction.

"This kid is too easily frightened." The shopkeeper was touching the abacus in front of the counter, keeping track of the accounts.

He smiled and glanced at the young swordsman again.

But who would have thought that just one glance would scare him so much that his soul almost left his body.

The young swordsman gave him a strange smile.

"..." The shopkeeper quickly lowered his head and carefully calculated the accounts.

"I hope I don't really get pecked in the eye by a goose," the shopkeeper thought to himself, trying to reassure himself.

"Am I that scary?" Just then, the shopkeeper heard the young swordsman's voice.

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

Even though he wasn't in front of her, but still far away, she still smiled and waved to him.

"...Crack crack crack." He was so frightened that his teeth were chattering.

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

"It's alright, it's alright... it's alright..." the shopkeeper said, offering several words of comfort.

But he stammered at the end because the young hero who had been sitting in his seat had walked to the counter.

The shopkeeper's legs went weak and he fell behind the counter, trying to avoid the man.

But the young hero had already approached, and he said gently, "I am not a demon, I do not eat people, nor do I kill people, so why are you two so afraid?"

The shopkeeper remained hidden behind the counter, too afraid to utter a sound. However, the servant beside him overcame his fear and wanted to loudly question the other tea drinkers in the hall so that he could help them out of their predicament.

For some reason, his voice was almost a roar, but no one in the hall reacted at all; they continued to listen attentively to the storyteller.

"You two! Wake up right now!"

After the servant finished his desperate roar, the young hero sighed softly.

"What?" The servant and the shopkeeper both looked at the young hero, completely bewildered.

"We are all one, originating from the afflictions of the Celestial Emperor..."

The young hero then began to tell a long story.

From the earth-shattering war between immortals and demons to the legendary reincarnation in the Nine Netherworlds, and the extraordinary talent of the Heavenly Emperor, who created this bizarre story of severing worldly ties, purifying the mind, and aligning with the Heavenly Dao to become a god or mortal.

The two men were dizzy from listening, but a strange feeling lingered in their hearts; they both felt that what the young hero said was true.

"Then...then...what are we supposed to do? Stop the Heavenly Emperor?" The servant scratched his head, hesitatingly asking.

"If the Heavenly Emperor were to cultivate into a Heavenly Dao and become a god, I'm afraid there would be no peace in the heavens anymore," the young hero said leisurely.

The servant quickly found the blind spot: "Wouldn't it be very beneficial for us if the Heavenly Emperor became a deity in the Heavenly Realm?"

The young hero seemed to have anticipated the servant's question, so he replied lightly, "He is also quite dissatisfied with the human world now. You and I are hiding in the human world. If he destroys the human world, where will you and I hide?"

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

"We, with our troubled minds, will join forces to defeat the heavens."

As the young hero spoke, the group of tea drinkers who had been sitting quietly in the hall, as well as the storyteller, slowly stood up, their piercing and cold eyes fixed on them.

"..."

(End of this chapter)