Otherworldly Evil Monarch

Chapter 677 - The Masters of the Three Holy Lands!

Chapter 677: The Masters of the Three Holy Lands!

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Seeing the Monkey King’s hilarious actions, even Green Hunter, who was concerned with many things, could not help start laughing.

In the distance, beasts in human form in red were chasing each other for the wine as the fragrance of liquor diffused throughout the forest...

Meanwhile, there were new developments on a sky-reaching peak far away from civilization.

It was an isolated peak surrounded by mountain ranges. It was near the Pillar of Heaven’s Mountains. It was clearly peaking at a higher altitude than the surrounding mountains and hills. Clouds also encircled the peak like strings of white thread, creating a sense of mysteriousness and ambiguity.

An elegant figure came with the wind, ascending without a pause and starting from the foot of the mountain. With a wave of his sleeves, a gentle and slow wind slowly rushed out, but a pile of rocks in front of him suddenly and silently turned turned into powder. With another wave, the powdery dust blew away into the distance.

A spacious platform that was fifty square kilometers emerged on the summit from nowhere.

The man smiled as he reached out his hands and grabbed at thin air. With a sudden lift of his fists, a large stone rose from the center of the platform as if it was hidden there all along. The stone rose and changed shape until it finally turned into a smooth coffee table glittering with reflection.

With the same technique, he produced three armchairs around the coffee table. Although it was made of stone, the delicate curvature made sitting on it very comfortable.

The man laughed as he grabbed a stone about the size of a human head. He squeezed the stone and it instantly changed to a teapot. Vivid carvings of dragons and phoenixes were so delicate that even the best craftsmen on the continent couldn’t make them!

With the teapot ready, a few tea cups appeared. Then he finally stopped and took out a small packet from his waist pockets. He added a pinch of tea leaves into the pot with great care. He extended his right palm and the snow from the summit drifted over and levitated over the opening of the tea pot. It suddenly melted and water flowed into the pot, immediately filling it. He waved his hand again and the excessive snow disappeared.

The man sat down on one of the armchairs and laid the teapot on his palm. A while later, vapor began forming above and before it finally boiled. The aroma of tea loitered in the vicinity.

Softly lifting the teapot, he poured some for himself. The light green tea was crystal clear. The fragrance immediately intensified. With a sip, he couldn’t help smiling satisfyingly.

Judging from his looks, he was only around thirty. The skin on his face looked smooth. The color and texture of his lips and teeth appeared just right. His eyes were bright like the moon and his brows were like paintings of the mountain. Clad in white, he had a pale green waist belt. He tightened it slightly, leaving him with more handsome nonchalance and sanctity.

He leisurely sat down amidst the mountains and hills just like how he would at home. The freezing mountain breeze swayed his clothes and hair as if he was about to depart with it.

Anyone would see him as a handsome and ambitious scholar, not someone with such astonishing techniques!

Two figures suddenly popped up behind him ominously as if they had always been there. It all happened in complete silence and caused no disturbance to the clouds nearby...

“You’re here.” The man in white said coolly without even turning his head. “I have prepared tea for you. It was boiled thrice and it is now the most appropriate time to drink. It’s from the only tea tree in the Elusive World of Immortals that’s over ten thousand years old. It only produces two ounces of tea each year. You’re lucky.”

Behind him was an old man in purple and a middle-aged man in linen. They looked relaxed and couldn’t be differentiated from a commoner without Xuan cultivation.

The old man in purple sat down on a random armchair. He had a big build and a bigger beard. The first impression he gave would be that he was a very fierce character with little hidden agenda.

Anyone would think that he was someone who acted upon his mood without contemplating the ramifications. No one would doubt that he was a buff but simple man.

But he was the master of the Illusory Blood Sea, Huyan Ao Bo!

No one looked down on him!

Anyone who looked down on this “buff but simple man” would have to pay a heavy price. They either died or became his subordinate; there was no exception no matter how shrewd, careful, or clever they were.

How could a brainless person lead one of the three Holy Lands?

Huyan Ao Bo was definitely someone who played dumb to take advantage.

“Mo Wu Dao, you little toy boy, Ahem, old toy boy... sigh, what should I say of you! You were like this two hundred years ago, and you are still the same now. I don’t find it comfortable! Are you trying to lure ladies by looking like this? You shameless old man, you haven’t used that thing of yours for hundred years, have you?”

Huyan Ao Bo took a cup without hesitation and began drinking carelessly as he insinuated Mo Wu Dao. He finally breathed out, looking relaxed, and said, “A ten thousand year old tea tree... very nice indeed...”

“Cheaters only scam those who can be cheated. We have known each other for so long and know each other so well. Huyan Ao Bo, can you stop acting like a savage before us? All of us know how cunning you are.” Mo Wu Dao, the man in white, said smiling as he lifted the teapot again. “You call me the old toy boy, but aren’t you doing similar things? Honestly, we are sick and tired of your acting, don’t you agree, old man Xi?”

“Exactly, everyone knows that the ‘Secular Gentleman’ Mo Wu Dao is a hypocrite. It’s really suitable for him to act like a young scholar toy boy. But you ‘Proud Venerable’ Huyan Ao Bo is from head to toe a cunning old villain, and you still have to be so pretentious. Who doesn’t know that you are such a despicable character despite your barbaric look? At least we knew two hundred years ago!”

The man in linen who insinuated the other two in one shot sat down leisurely as he raised the tea cup elegantly. He placed it under his nose to smell before he drank it slowly to taste. After a while did he finally exclaim, “Indeed, very good tea! The taste loiters in my mouth. Isn’t drinking tea with your eyes closed much better than facing a hypocrite and a truly despicable man?”

On his head was a glittering golden crown which was especially shiny under the sun. The reflected light seemed to add a golden rainbow to the mysterious summit!

“Xi Ruo Chen, how are you any better?” Huyan Ao Bo said angrily. “King with the Golden Crown, Xi Ruo Chen! Ha! You pretend to be a king in your Supreme Golden City, but everyone knows that you used to sell straw sandals in the past!”

The man in linen was the master of the Supreme Golden City, the King with the Golden Crown, Xi Ruo Chen!

As for the man in white, he was naturally the master of the Elusive World of Immortals, the Secular Gentleman, Mo Wu Dao!

What were they doing here in the height of winter?

Xi Ruo Chen was not at all angry at Huyan Ao Bo’s teasing. He smiled lightly and shrugged before saying jokingly, “It reminds me of a anecdote from years ago. I remember Huyan Ao Bo lost a bet. I forgot what he was betting, but I recall that in front of the two of us, he said in a seductive voice, ‘I’m Huyan Ao Bo... everyone says that my bosoms are to be proud of ¹ ... what do the two of you think?’ I’m sure if we spread this around in the Illusory Blood Sea, it would be very spectacular.”

He acted in the voice of a prostitute. He said it out casually, before laughing out loud.

Mo Wu Dao also laughed and clapped. He seemed to enjoy it.

Huyan Ao Bo’s face instantly turned purple. He bellowed in fury. “We agreed not to mention it again! Do you mean that what you had said was all bullshit?”

Mo Wu Dao was very happy. “It’s karma. Why do you have to say that he sold straw sandals? It’s your own fault; how can you blame others. Right, old man Xi?”

Huyan Ao Bo snorted and said, “Both of you are trash! The two of you always cause trouble for me when we meet! You can’t even wipe your assholes clean and you still dare to tease me?”

“We are not teasing you this time; we are truly curious.” Xi Ruo Chen said smilingly. “Huyan Ao Bo, you asked whether Mo Wu Dao’s thing between his crotch still works, but we are always curious exactly which part of you is concave and which part of you erects out ² ? But we recently knew that you have a son who’s only around fifty years old when you’re already three hundred. Wow, your body really concaves and erects in the right places... hahaha...”