Immortality: My cultivation Has No Bottleneck

Chapter 390 - 157: The Church of All Beings is courting death, and Liang Sheng is manipulating the world like a chess game (Request for monthly tickets in 8k combined s )_2

Chapter 390 - 157: The Church of All Beings is courting death, and Liang Sheng is manipulating the world like a chess game (Request for monthly tickets in 8k combined s )_2

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Everyone here thinks they will be the next lucky one. They believe their failure to establish their Foundation is due to a lack of blessings.

To them, Nascent Soul Master Chen Quan’s presence is their greatest fortune. After all, the Giving Bodhisattva is willing to lend them a hand, and they understand people’s hearts even better, don’t they?

So as long as they have perseverance, they will eventually encounter their chance. They watch Chen Quan enter the wonton shop, and the jealousy in the eyes of the nearby vendors is evident.

Old Yang wipes his hands and immediately puts down his spatula, prepares the wontons, and greets Chen with a bow.

“True Monarch, what would you like to eat today?”

Liang Sheng ignores Old Yang’s deliberate flattery, and the strong smell of alcohol on him seems unfazed by it.

Old Yang’s reaction is normal, for who here doesn’t know “Chen Quan”? If they deliberately pretend not to know “Chen Quan,” that would be counterproductive.

Liang Sheng appears entirely lazy and casually says, “A few bowls of clear water wontons with some chopped green onions will do. It tasted great yesterday.”

Perhaps because of the abundant spiritual energy, the ingredients grown in the Lower City are incredibly delicious. It’s a pity that the cultivators here are always focused on cultivation and rarely enjoy the pleasure of food.

Liang Sheng, on the other hand, savors it to the fullest. As long as there is demand, someone will study it, and that’s the influence of a Nascent Soul Master in the Lower City.

Old Yang quickly serves the wontons, and Liang Sheng takes a sip of the broth, finding it incredibly delicious. The wontons’ silky dough is enjoyable, and the chewy meat of some unknown demonic beast is used inside.

Liang Sheng is eating with great enthusiasm. In the past thousand years, he has almost forgotten this kind of happiness, but now he is satisfied with it.

His appetite is insatiable, and he unceremoniously devours ten bowls of wontons before feeling content.

Of course, for a Nascent Soul Master, eating one hundred bowls wouldn’t make him full.

But it’s just the pleasure of food.

Happiness is all that matters.

Feeling satisfied, Liang Sheng casually tosses down a mid-grade spirit stone. The sudden sound of inhaling cold air fills the street, making the surrounding temperature drop a little.

Old Yang has such great luck.

Under this stimulation, the scent of delicious food on the street becomes even more intense, and almost everyone wishes “Chen Quan” would favor their shop.

However, Liang Sheng turns around and leaves without any lingering feelings. Others are naturally disappointed, but they aren’t too discouraged.

As long as “Chen Quan” is still in the Lower City, they still have a chance. Isn’t the struggle of cultivators all about patiently waiting for opportunities to come?

Liang Sheng understands their thoughts very well, but he doesn’t mind it. As long as he can enjoy life, why not?

As for his visits to the wonton shop, he knows that Old Yang is a spy of the Church of All Beings. He isn’t there to test Old Yang but to put him at ease so that he won’t bother him.

Otherwise, he’d have to kill him, as whoever doesn’t make him happy will be sent to paradise.

With the City Lord of Longevity Immortal City yet to show up, Liang Sheng now has the confidence of being invincible.

Which fool would be blind to that?

However, over the past three months, Liang Sheng couldn’t help but admire the strength of the Church of All Beings, which had survived under the Left and Right Envoys’ investigation.

Indeed, their techniques are not simple. Their ability to conceal themselves can be regarded as masterful.

Ordinary Nascent Soul Masters would probably be fooled by their disguise. Old Yang is actually a late-stage Golden Core true person and a prominent figure in the Lower City who could establish a sect.

No one would have thought that Old Yang would have such a cultivation level. It could only be said that the Church of All Beings is very cautious and well-prepared.

However, it is precisely because of their cultivation level that the wontons are so delicious. After all, they were specially cooked by a Golden Core Daoist who put their heart into it.

Liang Sheng does not feel threatened in the Lower City, so he naturally does not expose them. Instead, he thinks it’s a good thing, as it can satisfy his craving for food.

And so, this calm life continues, and another year passes. People in the Upper City have almost forgotten about “Chen Quan,” and occasionally someone brings him up, slapping their forehead.

“Do you mean that Nascent Soul Master who has given up on himself? What a pity about the Left Envoy’s hard work. That man is beyond saving…”

However, during this year, the Left Envoy has been indifferent to “Chen Quan,” as if everyone has forgotten about him.

But who could know that the Left Envoy has been secretly paying attention to Chen Quan’s movements all along? “It’s been over a year, are there any news from Chen Quan?”

“Reporting to the Left Envoy, according to Commander Chen’s last report, there has been no movement from the remnants of the Church of All Beings so far.

It seems that the cave mansion has been completely abandoned, or maybe…”

“Or what?”

“Or it’s not the doing of the Church of All Beings, and it may simply be the descendant of the nameless predecessor who took back the inheritance.”

The Left Envoy remained silent upon hearing this since it was indeed a possibility. However, the situation at the time was too coincidental, and coincidence meant something was wrong.

“Never mind that, tell Chen Quan to continue investigating in the Lower City carefully. And, for the Upper City, don’t let your guards down and keep searching. Do not cause any problems, as the City Lord might be leaving seclusion..”