The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 141 - 100 The Signature Dish of Jufu Building

Chapter 141: Chapter 100 The Signature Dish of Jufu Building

The dark night, the gusty winds.

Unlike the uniform green stone and black tiles of the city, the City Lord Mansion in Rock City is its most luxurious structure, outfitted with painted eaves and carved beams, bridges over flowing water, and rugged mountains and stones—yet these are all remains from the previous City Lord.

This was right after dinner time. Uncle Wu, the aging butler of City Lord Mansion, carried a ’Furious Wind’ lantern as he hurriedly navigated the winding corridors straight to the study. He was seventy this year, with a stooped back and legs that were no longer nimble; the last time he ran like this was over a decade ago.

"Master, Master!" He knocked on the door twice in succession. The person inside had barely completed the word "come" when Uncle Wu had already pushed the door open. For the two people in the study, the old butler’s action was out of character.

Wenger, the incumbent City Lord of Rock City, was holding a brush, staring at him in shock. The old man was still catching his breath when he finally squeezed out a few words: "Second Young Master, it’s done!"

With a ’plop’, the brush fell onto the desk, staining a pricey piece of gold-plated Golden Flower Paper.

Wenger, as if oblivious to the stain, felt a surge of ecstasy and murmured, "Is it really done? It’s finally complete before the autumn tea harvest?"

Uncle Wu pulled out a paper-wrapped package from his chest: "Second Young Master asked me to bring the sample. Master, shall we use it now?"

"Yes, let’s test it now," said Wenger, nodding repeatedly, "Quick, go summon Mr. Fan!"

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The entrance of the mutual market was as bustling as ever, while Ning Xiaoxian was the only idler. A good half an hour had passed beyond the agreed time, and that half-demon with the surname Xu still hadn’t shown up.

The youngsters nowadays really don’t understand the importance of punctuality and keeping promises. She sighed. Qiongqi, quite obsequiously inside the God Demon Prison, said, "That lad doesn’t know what’s good for him, missing out on the Disguise Pill that’s unmatched in this world. Madam, don’t be angry. He’ll have plenty of time to regret it later."

Forget it; I won’t wait any longer. If it’s meant to be, we’ll meet again. She listlessly kicked a pebble away and left.

Two quarters of an hour later, she was standing outside what was said to be Rock City’s finest inn, Jufu Building, with its gold-plated sign. The quality of the food at an inn is most directly judged by the number of patrons. It was lunchtime, and all three floors of Jufu Building were nearly full.

Since entering Rock City, she has felt the discomfort like that of a busy golden week holiday; people everywhere and inconveniences with accommodations and dining. Ning Xiaoxian frowned, going from the first to the third floor without finding a single empty seat. She couldn’t help cursing that half-demon named Xu again in her mind—if he hadn’t dawdled, she could have staked out a spot here earlier.

She scanned the third floor once more, confirming there were no vacancies, and was about to head downstairs to eat elsewhere when a voice suddenly called out from a corner: "Miss Ning!"

The voice wasn’t loud, yet somehow it cut through the clamor of the crowd directly to her ears, carrying a somewhat lazy tone. Following the sound, she first saw a pair of black, squinting eyes, then an ensemble of plain clothes resembling workers’ uniforms. Of course, he had changed into a new set today.

That Tantai with the double-surname, the Alcohol Immortal! He sat in the most secluded corner, with a wine gourd standing on the table, toasting her from afar with his wine cup: "Miss Ning, do you mind joining me at my table?" Indeed, all surrounding tables were occupied, leaving only his with a single diner.

Ning Xiaoxian maintained her composure, though her pupils contracted slightly. She remembered she had never disclosed her surname to this man. Given that he recognized her, it suggested he had gone to the trouble of checking the recommendation area of the mutual market. Then she thought, facing a Middle-Stage God Transformation Cultivator like him, he could squash her with just a flick of his finger if he wanted to. What comes will come, and there’s no avoiding it—if disaster is meant to be, then let it be. So, she steeled herself and sat down.

Of course, the main reason was that Changtian whispered in her ear: "There is no harm in going; this man means no ill will."

"Master Tantai, long time no see," she said, the ever-polite young lady.

"What master? Just call me by my name, Tantai Yi," he said without any pretense. Compared to his stern demeanor the other day, today’s Tantai Yi seemed quite indolent. Only a small dish of fried peanuts and another of pickled fish were in front of him, typical snacks favored by a true drinker. He sipped his wine, grabbed a bite, evidently enjoying himself.

Thinking about it carefully, she didn’t recall offending him much. One without guilty deeds does not fear ghosts knocking at the door in the middle of the night, and after all, he was a human, not a demon—why should she fear him?

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