I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1150 - 1149: Trace of the Crimson Blade Bull Demon of the Eighteen Demonic Generals

Chapter 1150 -1149: Trace of the Crimson Blade Bull Demon of the Eighteen Demonic Generals

“Do you know where to find the Dragon Maiden?” Xu Zimo inquired.

“Not today, after Hero Memorial Day is over, we can ask the City Lord,” Xie Changliu responded.

“The Dragon Maiden should be in the North Sea, and not living within the city walls.

But since the North Sea City’s City Lord is her sworn liege, he must have a way to contact her.”

As the two of them were conversing, they suddenly heard someone shouting ahead.

“Today is Hero Memorial Day, all guests who come to our inn for lodging and meals will be treated for free.

Come and have a look, everyone!”

Some familiar faces hearing this, joked with a laugh: “Shopkeeper, aren’t you afraid of going bankrupt?”

“That’s where you’re wrong. The waiver isn’t from me, all expenses are picked up by Young Master Bei,” the shopkeeper replied with a beaming smile.

“Which Young Master Bei?” someone new to Beiluo City curiously asked.

“How do you not know about this? How many people surnamed Bei could there be in our Beiluo City?

Of course, it’s the Young City Master from the City Lord Mansion,” someone nearby explained.

…

“Shall we go in and have a look?” Looking at Xu Zimo, Xie Changliu suggested, “Since it’s the Young City Master, it might be worthwhile to make his acquaintance.”

“This place is really bustling,” Xu Zimo remarked.

“Actually, not just here, the entire Nine Domains are celebrating on this day,” Xie Changliu replied.

Both of them entered the inn, which was quite large in scale.

Constructed from Ice Crystals, it felt as if one had stepped into an ice and snow castle, yet there was no chill to be felt.

Even the tables were forged from Mysterious Ice.

“Shopkeeper, may I know where Young Master Bei is?” Upon entering the inn, Xie Changliu asked immediately.

“Young Master Bei is receiving the Talented Disciples on the third floor today,” the shopkeeper said with a smile.

“Our inn’s third floor is not a place where just anyone can go.”

“Oh?” Xie Changliu’s interest was piqued, and he inquired, “Is there some kind of rule?”

“Young Master Bei has set up a Stele of Strength on the second floor. There are ten levels on this Stele of Strength, and only those who surpass seven levels are qualified to enter the third floor,” the shopkeeper explained with a smile.

“Would the young masters like to give it a try?”

“Let’s try it,” Xu Zimo said.

“Thanks for your patronage, twenty Spirit Crystals per person,” the shopkeeper said with a smile.

“What? Even trying it costs money?” Xie Changliu remarked.

“Of course, otherwise everyone would want to try, and my little inn would quickly be overwhelmed,” the shopkeeper replied cheerfully.

“This is also to filter out some of the irrelevant folk. I reckon you two gentlemen won’t mind the cost.”

Xu Zimo chuckled, admiring the shopkeeper’s financial tactics.

He claims that lodging and meals are free, but with this ploy, he could likely make quite a sum.

And both he and that Young Master Bei would gain fame and profit.

But all that was none of his concern; after Xie Changliu called for the Spirit Crystals, he went up to the second floor with Xu Zimo.

Compared to the first floor, the second floor was obviously more spacious, four or five times larger.

The place was still as crowded as ever, with a queue winding like a dragon.

“How long will we have to wait?” Xie Changliu asked.

“A single Stele of Strength can test whether one is among the Talented Disciples; presumably, there are many who wish to be tested.”

Xu Zimo said, “Even those who don’t desire to meet Young Master Bei are also keen to find out if they are Talented Disciples.”

“I suppose the real Talented Disciples have already gone in; this Stele of Strength is nothing but a gimmick,” Xie Changliu remarked.

Not in the mood to queue, he directly approached the person at the front, and with a few hundred Spirit Crystals easily secured a spot.

Xu Zimo observed the peculiar features of the stone stele in front of him.

It pulsated with strands of power, and to the left of the stele were ten scales.

The strength of most people reached the fifth or sixth scale, and it was rare for anyone to surpass the seventh scale, indicating some level of challenge.

Xie Changliu substituted his hand for a sword, and as the sword intent exploded from his hand, a “bang” sounded as it struck the stele.

The stone stele made a “humming” noise.

The scale shot up to ten immediately.

“Above the Saint Vein Realm, all can pass,” Xie Changliu said.

Clearly, he had already determined the capacity of the stone stele with a single strike.

Xu Zimo gave it a try; with a punch, a “bang” was heard, and the stone stele in front of him directly shattered into pieces.

“This…,” the young guards on both sides were taken aback for a moment.

“We can go in now, right?” Xu Zimo inquired.

“Ye-yes,” one of the shocked youths responded.

Following the staircase behind the two youths, Xu Zimo went up to the third floor.

“How much do you know about the Dragon Maiden?”

“There are very few rumors about the Dragon Maiden. She has always been mysterious, and few people have even seen her,” replied Xie Changliu.

“Then it seems we’ll be busy this time,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

The two of them talked as they reached the third floor of the tavern.

As soon as Xu Zimo entered the third floor, he felt something unusual. This third floor had actually been set up with a spatial formation.

This type of spatial formation could infinitely expand the area of the space.

From the outside, the tavern appeared only a few hundred square meters, but within the depths of the spatial formation, it spanned far beyond thousands of square meters.

At the center of the third floor was a lake.

The lake water was clear, shimmering with a faint green glow, with several lotus flowers floating on the surface.

Around the lake, there were willow trees and cool pavilions, accompanied by maidens playing the guzheng, fine wine and fruits, very pleasant indeed.

Some youths were seated sporadically within the pavilions.

Upon entering this spatial formation, Xu Zimo slightly furrowed his brows; it was as if he sensed something.

His gaze swept around for a long while.

“What’s wrong?” Xie Changliu asked.

“You go sit over there; I’ll be right back,” Xu Zimo instructed.

After parting with Xie Changliu, he closed his eyes for a moment to sense his surroundings. There was Demonic Qi here, and it was very pure.

Along the small path in front of the pavilion, he followed the White Jade Stone path ahead.

At the end of the path, there were a series of houses.

Xu Zimo took another look around, then entered the house right in the middle.

The house seemed to be occupied by a woman.

The decor inside was primarily pink, and there was a faint fragrance in the air.

“Master, it’s the scent of that Old Bull,” said a voice of Bai Meng from the Divine Continent.

“Old Bull?” Xu Zimo repeated.

“One of the Eighteen Demonic Generals, the Crimson Blade Bull Demon,” the Seven-faced Demon General followed up.

“It’s definitely him, no mistake about it.”

“I can sense the Demonic Qi but can’t pinpoint its exact location, strange,” Xu Zimo said with a frown.

“Don’t move,” at that moment, a cold voice rang out.

A longsword burst from the void behind him, its Sword Intent coldly slashing toward his neck.

Xu Zimo didn’t resist; he knew the sword couldn’t hurt him, and moreover, the opponent harbored no killing intent.

“Who are you?” The sword stopped at his neck, and the wielder of the sword also emerged from the void.

It was a woman, dressed in a white long dress, her face covered with a sheer veil, her features not clearly visible.

Her eyes were as clear as water, sparkling, with two milky white Dragon Horns on top of her head.

She looked quite adorable.