Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 439

Ye Junlin: “???”

So after all your ghostly mumbo jumbo, this is the conclusion you come to?

Canglang Jun snorted, “Hmph, as expected, not a single reliable diviner among them; they really do act like they know what’s up.”

To him, Tianjizi saying Ye Junlin was in for a bloody disaster was just pure comedy.

After all, the strength of this young man was beyond doubt; he was unprecedentedly powerful, sweeping away all enemies in the Kunlun Realm.

There was no way he could face any threat that could jeopardize his life!

The notion of a bloody disaster was just nonsense!

But no one could understand how panic-stricken Tianjizi really was inside.

The fear in his eyes as he looked at Ye Junlin was deep, like he was staring at a plague god!

To other cultivators, Tianjizi was merely a half-baked diviner, a dirty fortune teller.

But that wasn’t actually the case.

Tianjizi just entered the scene a bit late and hadn’t made a name for himself yet.

He actually had real skills!

While predicting Ye Junlin’s future, Tianjizi had seen a terrifying scene like nothing he’d encountered before.

It was a terrifying figure with an overwhelming aura, unleashing fury capable of burning an entire region to ashes, turning countless beings to dust in the flames!

As for what was behind all this, it all pointed to the silver-haired youth right before him!

What else could it possibly be if not a bloody disaster?

Tianjizi truly hadn’t expected that on the one occasion he finally made a prediction, he’d run into such an unparalleled calamity.

What a sin!

“Ah, young master, you should really hurry up and eat. If you wait any longer, there may be no chance left…”

Tianjizi, out of goodwill, offered this advice.

“Uh,”

Ye Junlin had a few dark lines on his forehead.

Is there something wrong with you?

Aren’t you afraid of getting beaten to death by doing fortune-telling like this?

“Looks like you’re truly a fraud,” Ye Junlin said disinterestedly, walking right past Tianjizi.

“Don’t follow me!” Canglang Jun shot a disdainful glance at Tianjizi, warning him not to keep pestering, or the consequences would be severe.

Watching the young man’s fading silhouette, Tianjizi let out a helpless sigh, “Sigh, it’s hard to persuade a death-bound ghost; well, I’ve said all I needed to say, and I have no regrets!”

Thinking about the disaster he was about to face, Tianjizi hurriedly packed up his stall, desperate to leave this perilous place.

Avoid turning into a casualty in the flames of war.

“What does his life and death have to do with me? If I can save my own neck, I should count myself lucky, let’s hope it’s not too late!”

Then, amidst the strange gazes of passing cultivators, Tianjizi scurried away down the street, looking like he was fleeing for his life.

In the distance,

Canglang Jun said indignantly, “Senior Ye, that dirty fortune teller was really outrageous! The more I think about it, the angrier I get. How about I go back and teach him a lesson, let this fraud learn a thing or two?”

Ye Junlin waved his hand, nonchalantly replying, “There’s really no need; he’s just trying to make a living.”

“Senior Ye is so magnanimous, it’s my narrow-mindedness,” Canglang Jun said, looking somewhat ashamed.

“Hmm? Dragon Gate Inn?”

Suddenly, Ye Junlin’s gaze was drawn to an inn nearby, recognizing its familiar style and name, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He remembered that in the Eastern Domain of Kunlun Realm, he had once stayed at Dragon Gate Inn with his disciples, during which they were attacked by alien races, and it was also where they stopped before entering Medicine King Valley.

Who would have thought he would come across this familiar inn again after arriving in the Immortal Realm!

Ye Junlin instantly realized, so Dragon Gate Inn has long since opened in the Immortal Realm; it’s genuinely a chain store now!

“Senior Ye, what’s up with this inn?” Canglang Jun asked in confusion.

“Nothing, I just want to go in and grab a bite,” Ye Junlin smiled.

Stepping into Dragon Gate Inn, he looked around at the identical decor, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity wash over him.

It reminded him of the old days.

“This young master, are you dining in or lodging?” The innkeeper rushed over nimbly, greeting him warmly.

“Dining in, please.”

Ye Junlin casually found a spot to sit down and picked the priciest items off the menu.

The innkeeper’s smile grew even brighter upon seeing the order. “Just a moment, young master!”

Ye Junlin sat there calmly, lightly tapping his fingers on the table.

Though he was in the same inn, his disciples weren’t by his side, making him feel a little nostalgic.

After a while, all the dishes were served, and Ye Junlin and Canglang Jun began to dig in.

“Hmm? This meat is quite fragrant.”

“Yeah, it’s way more delicious than the meat I had earlier!”

The two couldn’t help but comment.

The innkeeper chuckled, “You two, this dish comes from the Tengu Tribe; our expert immortal chefs prepared it, how could it not be delicious?”

“Wait, Tengu Tribe?!”

Ye Junlin and Canglang Jun exchanged looks, both astonished.

After all, Senior Gou comes from the Tengu Tribe!

And his kin had actually ended up as food?

At this moment,

Canglang Jun found himself in a dilemma, wanting to spit out the meat in his mouth –> but since he had already eaten it, should he really spit it out now?

Besides, this dog meat was genuinely delicious…

After a constant internal struggle, Canglang Jun tearfully swallowed the dog meat.

Say nothing; that was the last piece!

Ye Junlin put down his chopsticks, his mouth twitching with a sudden sense of guilt.

Sorry, Old Gou!

I didn’t mean to eat your kin!

You see, when Ye Junlin ascended, Old Gou had asked him to take care of the Tengu Tribe and had even seriously given him a token to command the tribe.

Then, when he met Old Gou’s kind, it ended up like this?

What sort of hellish joke is this?

“Innkeeper, I have to ask, isn’t the Tengu Tribe supposed to have a pretty high status? Didn’t one of their ancestors follow Empress Fuyao? How could they fall to this point?”

Ye Junlin straightened up, asking earnestly.

Upon hearing this,

The innkeeper froze, looking at Ye Junlin with a peculiar expression.

“This young master, your question is really interesting. Everyone in the Immortal Realm knows that the Tengu Tribe has been declining for quite some time. What does it matter how glorious their ancestors were?”

“I’ve only heard that since Empress Fuyao’s passing, the Tengu Tribe has lost its backing. After several wars, many of their experts were lost, and as time went by, they’ve been on a downhill slope.”

“The Tengu Tribe has completely lost its former glory; at most, they’re just a bit stronger than ordinary monster tribes, but even species like the Flood Dragon can end up as food on the table. How could a declining Tengu Tribe fare any better?”

This remark plunged Ye Junlin and Canglang Jun into silence.

What a twist of fate!

They had never expected Old Gou’s kin would be living like this in the Immortal Realm!

“Are there any surviving Tengus in your kitchen? I’d be willing to pay a hefty price to save one!”

Ye Junlin thought it over and decided that saving one would be better than none; it wasn’t about sympathy but out of loyalty to his friend.

“Uh…”

The innkeeper looked troubled.

“Hmm?”

Ye Junlin raised an eyebrow.

“I’m asking you a question!” Canglang Jun growled, grabbing the innkeeper’s shoulder hard, releasing an intimidating aura.

“Imm-Immortal King?!”

The innkeeper practically went weak in the knees, sweating bullets, his eyes wide with fear.

In this realm, where Immortal Sovereigns were held in high esteem, being an Immortal King meant something serious, and he was well aware of that.

Moreover, the appearance of this old man made it quite obvious that he was with this young man. The innkeeper automatically thought of the rumored duo from the Undying Family; their background was formidable!

He was just an employee, and he couldn’t afford to offend them!

Meanwhile, several cultivators assigned to the inn’s security were about to rush out to stop Canglang Jun, but once they felt that Immortal King’s aura, they turned around and scurried away as if they didn’t see anything…

Three thousand low-grade Immortal Crystals a month; what a life-threatening joke!

“Now, can you tell us?” Ye Junlin softened his tone.

The innkeeper, drenched in cold sweat, replied, “I’ll tell you everything I know, I assure you!”

“Spit it out!” Canglang Jun finally released the innkeeper.

“Actually, what you ate was the last portion. This type of dog meat is already hard to obtain, and we bought this frozen meat through special channels, just warming it up…”

The innkeeper said timidly, disclosing the truth.

Ye Junlin furrowed his brow.

So it was dead upon delivery? Then what was the point of saving it?

“Not your concern; here’s your meal payment.” Ye Junlin pulled out a bag and tossed it onto the table.

He had no need to use his cultivation level to dine and dash.

“This…” The innkeeper looked uncertain, wanting to glance at his boss for approval, but his boss was laying on the counter, pretending to sleep.

“Take it and go,” Canglang Jun directly shoved the bag into the innkeeper’s hands, waving him off, “Don’t bother us.”

“Y-yes, yes!”

The innkeeper quickly took it, practically slipping away.

At this moment, all the other cultivators in the inn were so terrified they didn’t dare to breathe, their conversations grew much quieter, fearing they might disturb the two.

“Actually, this dog meat would have tasted better if my second disciple had handled it,” Ye Junlin suddenly said, deep in thought.

“Miss Bai’s culinary skills are unmatched,” Canglang Jun sighed.

Given the fact it came from the Tengu Tribe, they consciously avoided the dog meat on their plates as they continued eating.

Just as the atmosphere was starting to ease,

A wild-haired, disheveled young woman in a white dress staggered into Dragon Gate Inn, a bright red wine gourd in hand, her beautiful face slightly flushed, her steps unsteady.

Her eye-catching figure, with pronounced curves, especially those long fair legs encased in sheer white stockings, drew the gaze of many lustful patrons in the inn.