"Above the ninth level is to ascend to heaven, how can it be possible to still be in Shangqingchuan?" The old man said, and then said: "But I agree with you."
"It's up to you whether you agree or not." The young man suddenly sneered and tilted his head to glance at him: "Does it show you?"
The old man had long been accustomed to the sarcastic tone of his voice, and because they had been together so many times over the years, he would unconsciously speak in a sarcastic tone at times.
The old man murmured, "It's strange to say that no one has ascended to heaven in Shangqingchuan since eight hundred years ago."
If not for this, the two of them would have ascended to become immortals long ago.
Who was the last one to ascend to the fairyland?
Thinking of that person's identity, the old man looked up at Adrian Bai. He thought that the other party would not notice his action, but he did not expect Adrian Bai to suddenly turn his head, and their eyes met.
Adrian Bai narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you gloating over someone else's misfortune?"
The old man immediately turned around and said with a smile: "Don't talk nonsense."
The noise in the hall died down, and the storyteller spoke again: "The Lord of the Eightfold Heaven who went to the island to investigate told everyone a strange thing about the island."
The guests downstairs asked in unison: "What's the matter?"
The storyteller quietly put down the teacup he had just picked up under everyone's expectant gaze and continued: "The island is surrounded by clouds and mist, and it is not clear from a distance. When he got closer, he found that the entire island was floating in the air!"
"How is it possible? How much spiritual power would be needed to make such a large island suspended in the air?" The old man held the wine cup in his hand and drank it all. Thinking of the pure golden spiritual energy of the island, he smacked his lips and changed his tone: "Since the messenger can ignore the protective formation and deliver the letter to the major sects, this may be possible."
Gabriel Xiang sat by the window and talked to himself. There was constant shouting in the lobby downstairs, but Adrian Bai in the room was not affected at all. There was no emotion in his sharp eyes. He used his fingers to fiddle with the patterns on the wooden hairpin.
The wooden hairpin was in his hair just now, but now he took it off and played with it in his hand. His hair fell on his shoulders, and the extreme black and red were entangled together.
"Would you like to go and have a look together tonight?" asked the old man.
"Sure." Adrian Bai said calmly.
In just a short while, the topic of discussion in the lobby downstairs had shifted from Xiaodao to Adrian Bai.
The storyteller had told the story of Adrian Bai countless times over the years, and he spoke in detail: "Adrian Bai is the only son of Bai Zhuo, the most famous swordsmith eight hundred years ago. As a result, he has an extremely flamboyant and unrestrained personality, and his swordsmithing talent is even better than his father's. At the age of fifteen, he forged the famous sword Bu Yu. His talent is amazing."
"After the birth of the Silent Sword, countless sword cultivators went to the Sword Forging Pavilion to seek it, but were all rejected by Adrian Bai. After his father Bai Zhuo passed away, Adrian Bai took over the Sword Forging Pavilion and founded the current Fifty Steps to the World Pavilion. It is said that the reason for this name is that every fifty steps in the pavilion, one can see a rare treasure that is hard to find in the world. The Fifty Steps to the World Pavilion has eight floors, and each floor requires five thousand steps. It can be seen that there are countless treasures in it."
The white-robed casual cultivator sitting at the door asked curiously, "I heard that the treasures in the pavilion were all found by the Pavilion Master in order to find a new Taoist partner?"
As soon as he said this, someone in the restaurant immediately refuted: "When the Fifty Steps Tianxia Pavilion became famous, Adrian Bai's Taoist partner had already ascended to heaven. You heard false news."
"Is it fake?" The white-robed cultivator had been to many restaurants before, and Adrian Bai's past was the favorite story of storytellers, so he had heard a lot of it. "I heard that the silent sword was given by Adrian Bai to his Taoist partner, so I thought that the two had a very good relationship."
"You have heard false news again. That person can't be considered Adrian Bai's Taoist partner. He is more like an enemy!"
"There is such a saying?!" The white-clothed cultivator was shocked.
When it came to the gossip about Adrian Bai, everyone started talking and discussing.
"I heard that the man was originally of low status, and he approached Adrian Bai deliberately, and then took advantage of Adrian Bai's retreat to steal the opportunity that belonged to Adrian Bai. When Adrian Bai came out of retreat and learned the truth, he went to find the man and found out that he had already ascended to heaven! Adrian Bai was so angry that he swore not to forge swords anymore, and instead practiced puppetry. What a waste of his talent for sword forging!"
"I see! I was curious about how Adrian Bai's cultivation level had improved, but it turns out that there was such an incident in his past!"
"Speaking of this, Adrian Bai is really pitiful. He was a gifted child who became famous at a young age. He was so glorious eight hundred years ago. When he was in seclusion, his cultivation was almost reaching the ninth heaven. But since he found out that he was deceived, his Tao heart has been unstable and it has been difficult to break through. Now, eight hundred years have passed and his cultivation is still at the ninth heaven. I am afraid there is no hope for him to ascend in this lifetime!"
"I also heard that when Adrian Bai came out of retreat and discovered this, he was furious, so he painted a portrait of that person and hung it in his bedroom to look at it day and night, to remind himself of this hatred all the time, waiting for the day when he can successfully ascend to heaven and seek revenge on that person!"
In the private room on the second floor, Gabriel Xiang laughed so hard that he almost rolled off the Arhat bed: "Hahaha, Bai Zheng, how come everyone in the cultivation world knows so much about your little thing from eight hundred years ago?"
Adrian Bai paused stroking the wooden hairpin, his eyes grew colder, and he sneered with an ambiguous tone.
There were two knocks on the door of the private room. A young man in yellow clothes pushed the door open and came in. He walked to Adrian Bai's side, stopped, leaned over and whispered something in Adrian Bai's ear.
The wooden hairpin turned twice flexibly between Adrian Bai's five fingers. After listening to the report from the young man in yellow, Adrian Bai got up from the Arhat bed and casually inserted the wooden hairpin into his hair.
Gabriel Xiang, still holding his belly that hurt from laughing, asked the young man in yellow, "Nathaniel Mu, did you hear the discussion downstairs on your way here just now?"
Nathaniel Mu's handsome eyebrows drooped: "I heard some."
Gabriel Xiang laughed again and fell on the bed: "Then how did you hold back your laughter?"
Nathaniel Mu replied: "I am a puppet."
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