Immortal God of War-Chapter 893 - 852: Leave a Toll to Pass

"I’ve heard that the person who plays the zither is an absolute beauty, and Young Master Hao comes daily just to win her favor."

"However, whether she is truly a beauty, no one can be certain."

"Because no one has ever seen her true face."

"Perhaps Young Master Hao has seen it, but that’s not for sure either."

Mu Qing mused silently.

"So mysterious?"

Qin Feiyang was surprised.

"Very mysterious."

Mu Qing nodded, then laughed, "As I said, I can only assist you. As for how to approach Young Master Hao, that depends on your own abilities."

"Of course, I also believe that with your skills, achieving this will be a piece of cake."

After saying this, he added another sentence.

Qin Feiyang smiled, finally picking up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip.

"It’s really not bad."

He nodded, then drank it all in one go, stood up and said, "Let’s go, take us to the Trading Pavilion."

"Huh?"

Mu Qing was taken aback, transmitting, "Aren’t you supposed to ingratiate yourself with Young Master Hao?"

"Ingratiate?"

"In my dictionary, those two words have never appeared."

"Because it’s always been others trying to ingratiate themselves with me."

Qin Feiyang said flatly, then turned and walked towards the main door.

Mu Qing hurriedly said, "What about this wine? You don’t plan to waste it, do you?"

"Idiot, don’t you know to take it away?"

Fatty glanced at him disdainfully, hugged two wine jars, and rushed towards Qin Feiyang.

"This wine indeed can’t be wasted."

Yan Wei chuckled, grabbed a wine jar, and walked away with large strides.

"Uh!"

Mu Qing was stunned, cursing under his breath, "Really no fun at all."

No choice.

He could only embrace the last jar of wine, get up and settle the bill at the counter, then chase after the three of them.

The street was bustling with people.

Mu Qing drank his wine, asking, "Have you thought about how to establish a connection with him yet?"

Along the way, everyone who smelled the aroma of the wine couldn’t help but have their eyes light up.

"No."

Qin Feiyang shook his head.

"Really?"

Mu Qing looked at him skeptically.

"As the son of the General Tower Master, Young Master Hao can have wind if he wants wind, rain if he wants rain. Getting close to him is not as easy as you say."

Qin Feiyang rolled his eyes at him.

This matter requires careful thought.

"He lacks nothing indeed, but there is one thing that must be a fatal temptation to him."

Mu Qing laughed.

"What?"

Qin Feiyang asked.

"The Door of Potential!"

Mu Qing chuckled.

"The Door of Potential..."

Qin Feiyang mumbled, his eyes flickering.

The sky of the Central Divine Nation was cloudless, a vast expanse of blue.

Moreover.

There was no snow, nor scorching sun, like a season where warmth and flowers bloom, making people extremely comfortable.

The mountains and earth also showed a scene full of vitality.

The Divine City is located right in the center of the Central Divine Nation, like a supreme king worshipped by all directions.

Outside the Divine City are vast mountain ranges, home to countless tribes of all sizes.

Among them, the ten super tribes of the Central Divine Nation are built around the Divine City. Each tribe is enormous with no fewer than five million clan members, each having their own totems, dominating one region.

And in the southeast direction, a hundred miles away from the Divine City, there lies a majestic mountain range.

This place is called the Kylin Mountain Range!

In the mountains, an ancient tribe resides.

Compared to the tribes in the nine major areas, this tribe could simply be described as a giant.

It spans over a hundred miles, with towering buildings standing straight up, grand and imposing.

The city walls surrounding the tribe resemble a black giant python, exuding a chilling aura.

This is a city.

In front of the tribe’s main gate, there is a plain.

In the center of the plain stands a white stone stele hundreds of meters high.

From a distance, it looks like a giant sword reaching into the sky.

On the stele is a vivid totem of a Fire Qilin, like a real Kylin sealed here!

One can even faintly sense a divine beast’s might.

Below the totem are four fiery words.

——Kirin Tribe!

Like iron hooks and silver strokes, powerful and vigorous!

That’s right!

This place is the Kirin Tribe.

Whoosh!

Suddenly.

An old man dressed in purple descended above the giant stele.

"Kirin Tribe leader, come to see this old man immediately!"

The purple-robed old man spoke lightly, but his voice spread in all directions.

Swish!

As soon as the words fell.

A figure darted out from within the tribe.

It’s a middle-aged man dressed in a long white robe, with half his hair white, exuding a sense of age and experience.

Yes.

He is the leader of the Kirin Tribe.

When he saw the purple-robed old man, his pupils shrank, and he quickly flew in front of him, bowing, "Greetings, my lord."

The purple-robed old man said, "I have bad news for you, your son Wu Xiao has been killed by Qin Feiyang."

"What?"

The Kirin Tribe leader froze.

The purple-robed old man sighed deeply, "I regret this very much, and I ask you to restrain your grief."

"Wait a moment."

The Kirin Tribe leader waved his hand, not coming to terms with it, and said, "Didn’t you say you were taking my son to your Mu Family? How could he die?"

"Correct."

"This old man was going to take him to my Mu Family."

"But just as I was about to send a message to have someone come and take him away, Qin Feiyang and his accomplice suddenly appeared and ruthlessly killed him."

"This happened due to my own oversight, I should apologize to you, I’m sorry."

The old man in purple finished speaking and bowed to the leader of the Kirin Tribe.

The leader of the Kirin Tribe asked, "What about Qin Feiyang? Did you catch him?"

"No."

"He slipped away, and his whereabouts are now unknown."

"This little brute is too cunning, even our Mu Family is powerless!"

Said the old man in purple helplessly.

The leader of the Kirin Tribe clenched his fists and roared, "Damn brute, I will never let him off!"

"Don’t worry, we won’t let him go. Once we find his whereabouts, I’ll notify you immediately."

Said the old man in purple.

The leader of the Kirin Tribe clasped his hands and said, "Thank you, sir. Our Kirin Tribe will also send people to investigate."

The old man in purple nodded, then opened a teleportation portal and turned to leave.

"Qin Feiyang..."

"Just you wait, if I don’t tear you apart limb from limb, I, Wu Yun, swear not to be human!"

The leader of the Kirin Tribe gritted his teeth, eyes bursting with bone-chilling murderous intent.

...

Meanwhile!

Southwestern part of the Divine City.

Ten thousand miles away, there’s a similarly towering mountain range.

This mountain range is named Scorpio Mountains!

And here lies another giant, the Sky Scorpio Tribe!

Inside the tribe, in a certain grand hall.

A middle-aged man sat on the throne, with a skinny old man standing beside him.

"Do you recognize them?"

The middle-aged man pointed at the void and asked the old man.

In front of the void, there were four shadows.

If Qin Feiyang and the others were here, they would definitely recognize these four shadows as their current disguised appearances.

The old man glanced at the four shadows and shook his head, "I don’t recognize them, why?"

"Earlier, Ming’er sent me a message saying these four humiliated him publicly at the Dragon Phoenix Building in the Divine City, asking me to quickly find out the background of these four."

Replied the middle-aged man.

"Humiliated him?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "I bet this kid was actively stirring trouble!"

The middle-aged man’s expression froze, then he smiled wryly, "Well, you really can’t keep anything from you."

"Honestly, leader, you should discipline him better, or sooner or later he will bring a great disaster to our Sky Scorpio Tribe."

Said the old man.

"I know."

"But you’re also aware of Ming’er’s character."

"Though he’s a bit arrogant, he knows who he can provoke and who he can’t."

"So the disaster you mentioned surely won’t happen."

The middle-aged man laughed.

The old man nodded and said, "Alright, I’ll go investigate, you should also talk to him, right now the Forgotten Continent is in turmoil because of Qin Feiyang, with all major forces secretly taking advantage, we can’t afford any mistakes!"

"I understand, I’ll remind him when I get the chance."

The middle-aged man nodded.

"Okay, I’ll be off then."

The old man said and then turned to leave.

"Qin Feiyang..."

"Daring to challenge the Elixir Tower and the Mu Family, what’s your origin really..."

The middle-aged man muttered, eyes filled with curiosity.

...

Divine City!

The layout of the Divine City is similar to that of the State City in Spirit State.

It is divided into four major districts and the central district.

The central district is naturally where the Elixir Tower is located.

The four districts are East, South, West, and North.

At this moment.

A certain street in the North District.

Qin Feiyang and the others stood amidst the crowd, looking at a towering building before them.

This is the Trading Pavilion!

And the Trading Pavilion holds significant influence in the Central Divine Nation.

You could even say it is not inferior to the ten super tribes.

Each city has a branch pavilion, including the four districts of Divine City.

And the Central Divine Nation is not limited to just Divine City; there are other cities too.

But they are quite far from Divine City.

"Hey, hey, hey, you four, can you move away? How are others supposed to get in?"

Suddenly.

An irritated voice rang out.

At the entrance of the Trading Pavilion, there were two guards in black. The speaker was one of them.

"Are they talking to us?"

Fatty was momentarily stunned, looked at the two guards, pointed at his nose, and asked.

"Yes."

"We’re talking about you."

"If you’re not coming in, stop blocking our entrance, you’re hindering our business."

Both of them said impatiently.

Instantly, the eyes of the people coming and going fell on the four of them.

"Hey hey!"

Fatty let out a strange laugh and said, "Are you blind? Didn’t you see we’re standing on the street, where exactly are we in your way?"

"The streets around the Trading Pavilion are all under my control."

"Stop talking and get lost."

The two waved in disgust.

"My short temper."

Fatty stepped horizontally in front of the Trading Pavilion’s entrance, gruffly saying, "Since you say we’re in the way, I might as well block it properly."

"Come on, come on, this land is mine, this tree is planted by me, if you want to pass here, you gotta pay the road fee."

Then.

He looked towards the crowd and started to shout.

There’s no doubt.

Those who wanted to enter or leave the Trading Pavilion were all stopped.

"Does this guy have a screw loose?"

"Dare to cause trouble at the Trading Pavilion?"

"Just wait, there’s a good show to watch soon."

People stopped, some whispered, others crossed their arms, faces showing smiles of schadenfreude.