Immortal Spirit Tavern

Chen Lin had never seen such an ugly bird. It had not a single feather on its body, only huge fleshy tumors, each covered in dense clusters of smaller ones. The sight made his skin crawl.

Its beak was wrinkled, and its eyes were different sizes: one triangular, the other irregularly shaped. Neither held the slightest glimmer.

Worst of all, it kept striking seductive poses and making inviting gestures.

Yet this revolting spectacle somehow stirred appreciation, even desire, as though the creature before him were not an ugly bird but a peerless beauty.

As Chen Lin watched, his Golden Soul Power suddenly activated on its own, and the strange feelings vanished at once.

He was secretly startled. The bird could attack the Divine Soul, and so subtly that even he had failed to notice. His Golden Soul Power had needed to counter it automatically.

He glanced at the ugly bird but did not retaliate. Instead, he walked into the tavern.

He had not come here to drink. He needed a favor, so he had to keep his pride in check.

Beyond the entrance was a short corridor leading to a spacious hall. He looked around but saw no private rooms or secluded spaces.

That was quite unlike what Cultivators preferred, and Chen Lin was surprised.

More than a dozen sets of tables and chairs stood in the hall. Five tables were occupied; the rest were empty.

No one came to greet him, so he chose an empty seat and surveyed the tavern.

The first thing he noticed was some kind of Formation restriction. His Divine Sense could not leave his body, and his perception was suppressed. He could not even sense the approximate Cultivation of the guests at the other tables.

That alone made Chen Lin regard the tavern in