Dragon Vein Martial God

3After Jiang Ting arrived at Weiyang Village, he didn't rush into the village. Instead, he stood in midair and lowered his head to think about how he had dealt with the three Devil Dao spies. He realized that the person who leaked the information to him might not be someone from the inner circle of the Devil Dao.    

    

However, what was the truth? There were too few people involved. For a moment, he couldn't be sure.    

    

However, he was not someone who was too curious. After thinking for a while, he could not think of an answer, so he suppressed his thoughts and did not think about it. He did not suffer any losses either, so he did not need to think too much to get to the bottom of it.    

    

Below.    

    

The little girl who had inherited Chai Ying's mysterious senses was currently lying by a small window. Her eyes were full of liveliness and curiosity. Obviously, she didn't understand why there was no one at Jiang Ting's place, but she felt that there was someone there.    

    

If her Spiritual Wisdom matched her age, perhaps she would only be afraid at this moment... However... The Spiritual Wisdom did not match her age, so she did not know what fear was. Therefore, she only looked curiously at where Jiang Ting was, or rather, it could be said that... She looked at the sky.    

    

Jiang Ting looked down and pondered for a while. Then, with a flash, he headed towards the gate of the manor. After all, he was the family of Chai Ying, who had reincarnated in her life. It would not be good for him to secretly take her away.    

    

Without anyone noticing, the flying ship disappeared, and Jiang Ting appeared in an empty corner not far away from the manor.    

    

It was currently night, and there was no one around. There was no need for Jiang Ting to go far.    

    

After he entered the ground, he slowly approached the manor.    

    

At the entrance of the manor, there were two servants or servants guarding the door. Two big red lanterns hung on the left and right side of the door, adding some light to the dark night.    

    

Just as Jiang Ting approached, the two gatekeepers shouted at the same time, "Who is it!"    

    

Then, they drew their weapons.    

    

When Jiang Ting got closer, the two guards could not help but lower their weapons. They were stunned... Although Jiang Ting didn't say anything, compared to ordinary mortals, the difference in temperament between cultivators and ordinary mortals was too great.    

    

Even though they were only two gatekeepers, they could tell that Jiang Ting carried some kind of ethereal aura, as if he wasn't from the mortal world.    

    

After a while, one of them spoke boldly, "Daoist... Daoist Priest is?"    

    

In Tian Lan, except for a few people, most people dressed like Daoist priests. Jiang Ting was naturally the same.    

    

Jiang Ting was too lazy to explain. He smiled and said, "This humble Daoist is Jiang Ting. May I trouble you to inform the master of this place?"    

    

If it were other villagers of Weiyang Village or other people he did not know, these two guards would probably be expelled. But Jiang Ting... because of that ethereal and otherworldly aura, how could these two people dare to refuse?    

    

"Daoist priest, please wait a moment. This lowly one will report right away..." The guard hurriedly pushed open the door and entered the mansion.    

    

Jiang Ting nodded slightly.    

    

Then, he sensed with his Divine Sense that the man didn't go deep into the mansion. Instead, he went around a room and found a chubby man who looked like a butler.    

    

After informing the butler about the matter, the butler went deep into the mansion, and the gatekeeper returned to the main door.    

    

After returning to the door.    

    

The person respectfully said, "Elder Taoist, the butler asked me to bring Elder Taoist to the side hall. Elder Taoist, please follow me..."    

    

"Thank you." Jiang Ting's smile did not diminish. He lifted his foot and entered the mansion.    

    

Perhaps because it was late at night, there weren't many people in the manor. Along the way, apart from the patrolling people, there were very few servants and maids.    

    

Under the guidance of the gatekeeper, Jiang Ting quickly arrived at a side hall in the outer perimeter of the manor.    

    

The side hall wasn't considered large, and there were only two or three tables and chairs in it. It seemed to be a place for guests.    

    

"Elder Daoist, please rest for a while." The gatekeeper slightly bowed and quickly left.    

    

Not long later, another maidservant approached and began to pour tea for Jiang Ting.    

    

However, Jiang Ting did not drink it. Instead, he quietly closed his eyes and rested... It was not that he did not like drinking tea. Instead, he drank the tea in the mortal world. It was not good for him. Instead, he needed to spend extra time to expel the miscellaneous things from his body through his skin.    

    

Even though with his cultivation base and cultivation base, he would be able to expel the impurities out of his body within a split second at most... why would he drink the 'poisonous tea'?    

    

He waited for about the time it takes half an incense stick to burn.    

    

"Tap, tap, tap..." Following a series of hurried footsteps, a middle-aged man, who seemed to be a scholar, arrived outside the side hall with five or six people.    

    

When that person saw Jiang Ting, his eyes immediately lit up. "I am Chai Zhou, greetings, Taoist priest."    

    

Although Jiang Ting just sat there and did not say anything, Chai Zhou could tell from his temperament that Jiang Ting was definitely not an ordinary person.    

    

Jiang Ting smiled and swept his gaze across the chubby person behind Chai Zhou. He looked like a smiling tiger and was slightly smaller than Chai Zhou... Although he had been resting with his eyes closed, apart from Chai Ying's reincarnation body, everyone else in the manor was a mortal.    

    

The chubby butler had secretly looked at him through a secret door in the side hall. It was also because he had discovered his immortal temperament that he had informed Chai Zhou.    

    

In his mind, Jiang Ting said unhurriedly, "This humble Daoist Jiang Ting greets Master Chai."    

    

Chai Zhou approached the main seat. "Elder Daoist, could it be that this Qilin Dragon Fragrant Tea doesn't taste good?"    

    

Qilin Dragon Fragrant Tea? The name was not ordinary, but unfortunately... Jiang Ting shook his head and did not reply.    

    

He waited for the main seat to take a seat.    

    

The chubby man also said softly, "Ignorant thing. Can't you see that the tea is already cold? Why don't you make a cup of tea for the Taoist priest... Taoist priest, may I know where your immortal home is?"    

    

Jiang Ting's expression did not change. "Purple Frost Sect, Crane Cry Mountain."    

    

Chai Zhou and the butler looked at each other with doubt in their eyes. Simply put, they had never heard of it.    

    

Hmm, it's unusual if they'd heard of it. With the strength of a mortal's foot, if they wanted to arrive at Crane Mourn Mountain, then they should be able to arrive there after galloping for a few tens of thousands of years without sleep or rest with good horses, right?    

    

"Hualala..." Although the maidservant felt wronged, she didn't dare say anything. Instead, she rebrewed tea for Jiang Ting. It was steaming hot, and the tea was fragrant.    

    

After the servant girl left, Jiang Ting said, "Master Chai, to tell you the truth, this humble Daoist passed by this place tonight and discovered that there was someone who was fated with this humble Daoist here. This humble Daoist wishes to take a disciple and bring him to Crane Cry Mountain."    

    

Chai Zhou's eyes narrowed... If he knew about the famous mountain and river that Jiang Ting was talking about, it wouldn't be a big deal.    

    

But Crane Cry Mountain... he had never heard of it.    

    

Besides, the Purple Frost Sect... No matter how he looked at it, it seemed to be just a sect in the martial arts world!    

    

After thinking for a while, Chai Zhou said, "Daoist Priest, may I know your name? Where is the Purple Frost Sect's Crane Cry Mountain? "    

    

Your name?    

    

Jiang Ting was stunned for a moment before he realized what was going on. The title Chai Zhou was referring to wasn't the title of an expert. The title Chai Zhou was referring to was the daoist name of a Daoist.    

    

As for the Daoist name... The corner of Jiang Ting's mouth twitched again.    

    

In the cultivation world, out of a hundred people, only half of them had dao names, right?    

    

The way cultivators and Daoist priests dressed didn't mean that they were truly Daoist priests... The appearance of Daoist Jiang Ting did not mean that he was a Daoist.