Chapter 72: We True Demonic Cultivators Were Born Unbound
At the roadside stall, the proprietor worked deftly, and before long, he served up a bowl of plain, lightly seasoned noodles in clear broth.
Xuanchanzi picked up his chopsticks, his voice booming like a great bell. "Do not be alarmed, young friend. I simply felt an affinity with you and came to see you once more before leaving Northern Mang Ridge."
Had anyone else said this, Jiang Yi would certainly have grumbled inwardly.
We only met once and exchanged a few words. Why pretend we're close?
But the man before him was a surviving remnant of the Zhongyi Sect-a name that hardly sounded flattering.
Put another way, however, he was the sole living inheritor of a Sect-tier Dharma Lineage!
The weight of that identity was enough to crush half of Northern Mang Ridge!
"What virtue or ability does this junior possess to dare claim a connection with an Upper Cultivator?"
Jiang Yi lowered his eyes and suddenly felt the Cat Master in his arms curl into a soft ball of flesh, seemingly unwilling to be seen.
Without betraying anything, he shifted forward a little, using the tabletop to conceal Profound Mystery True Person's round body.
"I rarely misjudge people."
Xuanchanzi's eyes shone brightly, as though he were recalling the past. "When I first met Lou Zhenxiao on Cloud-Paging Peak in Mingcang Great Marsh, I knew he was a born Dao talent, destined to attain his station one day.
"And sure enough, he has now gathered three phases, blended life and nature, and become a seed of a True Lord."
Having said this, Xuanchanzi bent over his noodles. His table manners were hardly refined; in a few slurps, he drained the bowl, broth and all.
In the words of Jiang Yi's hometown,