CHAPTER 489: CHAPTER 290: BEHOLDING THE NEW WORLD [TWO CHAPTERS COMBINED]

To call him a teenager is somewhat stretching it; he’s probably just a little over ten, at most eleven or twelve years old.

Qin Ming caught a mental image in the emotions of that steward—a half-grown youth with sharp eyes, commanding domineeringly.

Ahead, the boy had rosy lips and white teeth, appearing quite handsome.

Moreover, his mind was incredibly sharp, as if he sensed something and looked this way.

Qin Ming frowned; this wasn’t an ordinary child, since regular people wouldn’t be on the cultivation path at around eleven years old.

The boy looked this way with a slight condescending smile, as if mocking them, and then even showed a look of disgust.

Qin Ming really wanted to smack this brat because that kind of expression really provoked a beating!

He was clearly a child not much older, and with outstanding looks, but somehow not likable at all. With those eyes and that expression, Qin Ming wanted to rush over and kick him.

"So early on the cultivation path, with such keen perception, extraordinary talent, casually watching Day Gold and Moonfall without blinking—he must have a remarkable origin on the Immortal Road." Qin Ming thought so much in an instant.

Subsequently, the three of them disappeared into the night sky, landing in the Da Yu Imperial City—Chongxiao City.

Inebriated from the night wind, Xiao Wu suddenly felt dizzy and almost threw up, saying, "What year is this? The old place is shattered, clansmen fallen for years. Only I survive in this world, alas!"

Xiang Yiwu pondered, "He’s drunk. He acts all happy and carefree, but he’s actually troubled and burdened inside."

Qin Ming understood Xiao Wu’s situation; he seemed uninhibited, seemingly unfazed by the past, but it was all buried in his heart.

Xiao Wu shook his head and spotted a shop selling Herbal Jelly, saying, "I’m fine, just a bit dizzy. I’ll have a bowl of Longevity Soup to sober up."

Qin Ming looked at Old Turtle, asking, "Weren’t you selling on the main street? How come there’s a shop here too, and you’re managing this one as well?"

He had a strong impression of Old Turtle, having seen it hawking its wares when entering the city a few days ago.

"This is the main branch of Longevity Turtle Inn; the main street has a clone turtle managing it." Old Turtle responded, implying that such things are trivial for the Demon Clan.

"Boss, one bowl for each of us three, for nourishment."

"Alright, customers, this is a nourishing delicacy, tenfold compensation if fake!" Old Turtle replied, poking its head out.

A drunken middle-aged man stumbled past, interrupting, "Let me tell you, this Herbal Jelly does not nourish. My great-grandfather, grandfather, they all loved it, as do people on this street, and all were sent off by Old Turtle."

Old Turtle looked at the middle-aged man, saying, "You, child, are as naughty as your great-grandfather. He said the same back then."

Qin Ming stood frozen; how many generations had been sent off?

Wu Yaizu immediately felt that such a long-living turtle’s concoction surely had to be tasted.

He downed a bowl, saying, "Brother Ming, Brother Wu, this tastes good, why aren’t you drinking?"

Xiang Yiwu whispered, "Do you know the ingredients of Herbal Jelly?"

"What ingredients?" Xiao Wu asked, sensing something amiss.

"Turtle shell is the main ingredient. Look at Old Turtle; with such a grand age, it surely has authentic materials. Scraping the turtle shell and meticulously brewing..."

"Ugh!" Wu Yaizu vomited and turned directly to Old Turtle, asking, "Really, or not?"

"Really, not... fine, have ten more bowls, I’m closing up." Old Turtle sent over ten bowls in one go.

It was exceedingly thoughtful, compensating instantly.

"You’ve profited—one serving’s price for eleven of the real deal, go on, drink up." Xiang Yiwu laughed.

"Ugh..." Xiao Wu vomited uncontrollably, entirely sober.

Old Turtle sighed, "Child, rest assured, having my Herbal Jelly will not shortchange you; you’ll live long and even gain another life in the future."

...

Two days later, in an inn, Qin Ming and Xiang Yiwu sparred in a practice room, not using Heavenly Light Force, just relying on their bodies, which unexpectedly erupted with thunderous sounds.

This was an upscale inn, designed for cultivators, featuring extremely sturdy practice grounds.

Qin Ming and Xiang Yiwu both wore astonished expressions, looking at each other incredulously.

Qin Ming considered himself to have walked steadily on the Newborn Road, stepping with perfect rhythm, unmatched in the same realm.

However, purely regarding the body, he found Xiang Yiwu wasn’t necessarily weaker.

Xiang Yiwu was even more shocked; his broad frame wasn’t just for show, there was much depth, and calling him a mutant among mutants was not an exaggeration.

He had long known he existed for the sake of prolonging life on the Newborn Road!

Earlier, he had noticed the signs, thinking that in terms of Heavenly Light Force, he might not match Qin Ming, but in terms of physicality, he should be superior.

Yet after today’s clash, he realized this tall brother had similarly freakish explosive power.

Wu Yaizu watched dumbfounded from the side; those two clashed with just their bodies, without the Consciousness Spiritual Light of the Immortal Road, without Newborn Road’s Heavenly Light Force, colliding with their bare hands like thunder erupting, deafening.

Moreover, when the two struck the tempered copper walls, they left clear palm prints, not shallow, with cracks forming when slightly more force was applied.

"With themselves sealed to mortal state, extremely restrained, they can shatter gold barehanded." Xiao Wu was awestruck and envious; wasn’t this the kind of body he pursued to compensate for the shortcomings of the Rainbow Transformation Path?

He didn’t want to end up like his ancestors, ultimately abandoning their bodies, transforming into rainbows, slowly realizing it was like rootless duckweed.