Yin Phoenix was a Green Mountain Guardian, a Heaven-Connecting Realm powerhouse, the Formation Master of the Heavenly Access Killing Formation-an extraordinary being.
But however extraordinary a being was, once dead, all that remained was a corpse.
If his corpse could even remain intact.
The dead Yin Phoenix was covered in frost, like a pheasant or golden pheasant just picked out of a snowdrift, only with a somewhat longer tail.
In the mouths of those diners, he was now merely an ingredient for soup or deep-frying.
The middle-aged man ignored the diners and continued forward, leaving behind voices asking his price and grumbling in frustrated annoyance.
Those voices turned to discussion of current affairs, from the marriage alliance of a duke in Chaoge City to the new reconstruction in Shangzhou City, and even touched on matters in the cultivation world.
"I'd like to ask about someone." At some point, the middle-aged man had returned to the food shop's entrance and addressed the traveling merchants.
One merchant looked him up and down and said with a smile, "In exchange for that pheasant in your hand?"
"You can't eat this," the middle-aged man said. "You'll die."
The merchant laughed in fury. "Even the monks of Fruitful Accomplishment Temple dare sneak meat. Why can't we eat it?"
Another merchant, seeing the middle-aged man's uncommon bearing and that he was clearly no ordinary hunter, smoothed things over. "May I ask your esteemed name, sir, and what you wish to know?"
"My name is Xilai..."
Before the middle-aged man could finish, the first merchant mocked him. "What sort of fake name is that? This is East Yi Dao. Doesn't everyone who comes here come from the west?"
The middle-aged man was indeed named Xilai.
Yes, he was the Western Sea Sword God, who had