Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Hearing the old man's words, the shop assistant, who had been stunned in place with a bewildered expression, seemed to be enveloped in endless surprise. After taking a deep breath, he hurriedly greeted them with a smile, guiding the carriage towards their establishment.

As for the others, they stood in place with expressions of disappointment. After the carriage had gone a distance, they spat on the ground and said with resentment, "Tch, what a stroke of good luck."

Although they said this, if they were really given the choice, they would rather have that pile of dog excrement smashed hard on their foreheads.

But there was no way around it. The matter was already settled. Even if they were jealous or envious, it would be of no use. So, after collecting their emotions, they rushed towards the other carriages with smiling faces, trying to lead them to their own shops.

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"Hehe, esteemed guests, it's not me, Zeng Aniu, boasting, but you've really made the right choice in choosing our Fuyuan Inn! Among the nearly hundred inns here, only our family has the longest history. Two hundred years ago, the high-ranking officials and nobles who came to visit the area all chose our place first! Even the Prefect of Yuanxiu Prefecture has stayed at our inn!"

On the way to the inn, the shop assistant kept introducing the glorious history of their establishment to the people in the carriage, his face full of pride.

The steward, after hearing this, seemed to find it interesting and said, "Oh ho, even the Prefect has stayed at your inn? That's really quite remarkable. Good, this old man will see just what's so special about your Fuyuan Inn."

As he said this, the steward looked up at the carriage. His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, as if pondering something.

Amidst the shop assistant's self-praise, the carriage soon stopped in front of an inn that exuded a strong sense of 'historical atmosphere'.

But as soon as the steward saw the inn, the smile on his face instantly froze, replaced by a deep look of astonishment.

The reason for saying that this inn had a 'historical atmosphere' was not to praise its antique charm, but because the so-called Fuyuan Inn was simply too dilapidated!

It was a wooden structure, built entirely of camphor wood. Camphor wood was a good material, capable of emitting a faint fragrance that kept mosquitoes and insects away.

Moreover, camphor trees that were over a hundred years old had a hard texture, making them ideal for building houses.

But then again, no matter how good the wood, it could not withstand the erosion of time and the elements. The wooden windows of the Fuyuan Inn were already extremely dilapidated, covered with cracks and pitted with small holes.

The original refreshing fragrance was also gone, leaving only a decaying smell similar to that of rotten wood.

Even the vermilion lacquer on the words 'Fuyuan Inn' on the signboard above the door had lost its luster under the sun and rain, revealing the original color of the wood.

In any case, the inn in front of them could only be described as dilapidated.

After observing for a while, a hint of displeasure appeared on the old steward's face, and he said to the shop assistant with annoyance, "Is this the hotel that you claim even the Prefect has stayed at? Would a dignified Prefect stay in such a broken-down house? Are you deliberately making fun of this old man?"

Faced with the old man's questioning, the shop assistant's face immediately showed a trace of shame, and he said awkwardly, "I just said that was two hundred years ago, now… well… that…"

As if he couldn't continue to make up excuses, the shop assistant's voice became lower and lower, until it was even quieter than the buzzing of a mosquito!

The old steward snorted coldly upon seeing this, then turned and walked towards the carriage, saying respectfully, "Master, Madam, how about we change to another place?"

"Prosperity and decline are the cycle of Heaven, why make such a fuss? We will stay here tonight," a clear and dignified voice came from the carriage covered by gauze curtains, refuting the old man's suggestion.

The shop assistant had originally thought that this deal was likely to fall through, so he had been keeping his head down since just now. But upon hearing this sentence, he was shocked and immediately raised his head in disbelief, looking towards the carriage.

In his impression, no wealthy young master would be willing to stay in such a dilapidated inn!

Although the old steward was still somewhat unwilling, he didn't say anything else after hearing this sentence. After responding respectfully, he turned around and shouted at the shop assistant who was still trying to look inside the carriage, "What are you still standing here for? Go and tell the people inside to prepare a banquet and rooms! Didn't you hear our master say that he will be staying at your place tonight!"

The old man seemed to dislike such unmotivated shop assistants.

After being reminded, the shop assistant suddenly came back to his senses. Then, with a look of great joy, he hurriedly ran into the inn, shouting loudly at the same time, "Manager, we have… we have… a big customer!"

"Sigh…" The old man shook his head helplessly upon seeing this. Then, he came to the side of the carriage again and said respectfully, "Master, Madam, everything is arranged. You can come down now."

With that, he pulled out a brocade stool painted with colorful lacquer from the carriage and placed it on the ground.

Before long, a young girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a verdant green dress, came out first and lifted the gauze curtain, rolling it to the side.

Immediately afterwards, the figures of a young man and a young woman appeared together from behind the gauze curtain.

These two people were both around twenty years old. The man was refined and handsome, exuding an aura of maturity and stability despite his youth. The woman was stunningly beautiful, like a fairy descending from the heavens, so beautiful that she didn't seem like a creature that should exist in this world.

These two stood side by side, like the legendary golden boy and jade girl, truly a match made in heaven!

That's right, these two were Chen Tian and Qin Yi, who had been traveling here. As for the girl lifting the curtain, it was Su Yingxue. The old steward below was actually Han Wuming!

They had been out of the Immortal Devil Sect for nearly four years. During these four years, they had traveled in this master-servant guise, visiting famous historical sites and earthly paradises all over the Qianyuan Continent, with great and small mountains, lakes, rivers, and seas all within their sight!

At first, Old Ancestor Motian also followed the group as a bodyguard, but later, the Immortal Devil Sect officially declared war on the Wuying Hall. A lot of things needed Old Ancestor Motian to handle urgently, so he had no choice but to leave first and return to the Immortal Devil Sect to take charge.

After Old Ancestor Motian left, Chen Tian and Qin Yi traveled for more than a year, and today they came to this Flower Immortal Valley.

After stepping off the carriage on the brocade stool, Qin Yi saw the dilapidated inn in front of her at a glance. She frowned slightly and turned to ask Chen Tian, "Brother Chen, why are you so insistent on staying here? Could it be that this inn has something special about it?"