strictlysupreme Chapter 139 Mysterious Folding Fan
Chapter 139 Mysterious Folding Fan
A moment later, a middle-aged man walked up to Liu Wujing. This man was tall and imposing, his strong body tightly wrapped in black clothing, his muscles bulging, as if boundless power lay dormant within.
Upon seeing him, Liu Wujing immediately spoke.
"Liu Meng, pick a few experts and make sure to find that villain who humiliated Sisi. Teach this arrogant brat a lesson and let him know his place!"
Liu Meng respectfully replied, "Yes, Ancestor, I will take care of it right away."
After speaking, he immediately turned around and strode away, exuding an undeniable aura of authority, as if he had transformed into a punitive blade, heading straight for Han Yi, who had offended the Liu family's prestige, as if he wanted to subdue him in one fell swoop as a warning to others.
Han Yi returned to the inn and began to play with the folding fan with great interest. The fan was quite peculiar; the front of the fan was painted with mountains, rivers, and various mythical beasts, all depicted with lifelike detail, while the back was pitch black, like a bottomless abyss, completely empty.
Just as he was engrossed in watching, an ancient voice, seemingly traversing time and space, suddenly rang in his mind.
"Have you seen enough?"
Han Yi was stunned at first, thinking he had misheard, but then he saw the folding fan open its mouth and speak, which was chilling.
"I'm asking you a question!"
Han Yi threw his folding fan to the ground and involuntarily took a few steps back. True Fire and Green Ivy appeared silently.
After the folding fan was thrown to the ground, a series of complaints immediately followed.
"Oh dear, how can you be so rough and careless! My old bones can't take this kind of treatment. I'm a precious child, can't you treat me a little more gently? Honestly!"
The voice was full of reproach and dissatisfaction.
Then, the folding fan emitted a strange light in front of Han Yi. Within the light, the folding fan slowly changed and transformed into an old man.
The old man was tall and thin, dressed in a simple gray robe, the sleeves of which fluttered gently in the wind. His hair was snow-white, his face was thin, but his complexion had an unnatural ruddy glow, and his eyebrows were long and slightly upturned.
His eyes, like deep, ancient wells, shone with wisdom, and a goatee on his chin added to his scholarly air.
He held a folding fan in his hand, waving it gently from time to time. Every gesture he made exuded a powerful aura, making people clearly feel the immense strength he possessed.
He stood there like a river, a lake, or a sea, so imposing that no one dared to ignore him.
"The legendary old man?" Han Yi looked at the old man who had suddenly appeared and recalled the many novels he had read on Blue Star.
"Hey, old man, are you a peerless expert who's only left with his primordial spirit, or a celestial treasure that's become a spirit?" Han Yi asked.
Seeing this, the old man waved his hand, gesturing for Han Yi to listen to his explanation. Han Yi composed himself, his gaze fixed on the old man, waiting for him to continue.
The old man slowly said, "I am the most powerful artifact spirit in the world. I was born in the distant chaos. When my former master died, my body also shattered into four pieces and merged into the world with him. Of course, my old friend also shattered and disintegrated. With my original power and a quarter of my body, I wandered in the river of time for countless years, and finally I have waited for you."
The old man tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly traversing endless time and space, lost in memories. "I have witnessed countless rises and falls, seen dynasties change, and seen countless powerful figures rise and fall. Throughout this long period of time, I have been searching for someone who resonates with me, and you are the one I have finally chosen."
He paused, gently waving his folding fan, and continued, "I sensed many familiar auras in you, including those of my old friend."
"Alright, stop with the nonsense. I'll just ask you one question: how strong are you?" Han Yi said calmly.
"I am incredibly powerful, the most powerful artifact spirit. Not only am I strong, but I also possess a wealth of knowledge and profound experience, which can provide you with much guidance and assistance, helping you go further on your cultivation path."
Although the old man's voice was aged, it carried an undeniable firmness.
"However, you are too weak right now and cannot use my power to fight. You can only become a powerful being by relying on my other abilities before you are qualified to use my power."
Upon hearing this, Han Yi rolled his eyes. He had thought that he would be invincible after gaining a powerful ally, but it turned out to be no different from getting a fire poker.
Han Yi casually picked up a cup of tea, savoring it while listening to the old man talk about everything under the sun and discuss current affairs.
He didn't show any expression, just listened quietly without interrupting or asking questions.
Before long, the old man spoke up to remind Han Yi that a group of people were coming towards the inn with menacing air.
Han Yi didn't even respond to what was said, continuing to savor the tea in his hand.
The old man had transformed into a folding fan and was hovering in front of him. At the same time, his aged voice resounded in his mind: "For safety's sake, I will still show myself in public with a folding fan from now on."
"You think you're so powerful? Go out and fight them! Are you waiting for a useless person like me with my cultivation sealed to make a move?" Han Yi retorted inwardly.
Before long, a large group of people stormed into the inn.
"Bang!" The inn door was kicked open, the sound shaking the roof tiles. The one in charge was Liu Meng.
He was burly, with a face as black as ink, and eyes that darted around like a hungry wolf hunting its prey.
Behind him was a group of thugs, each with a fierce look on their faces, holding sharp blades, exuding a murderous aura.
Liu Meng stepped into the inn and spoke briefly with the waiter, who trembled as he pointed towards the superior room where Han Yi and the others were.
A sinister smile crept across his lips. With a wave of his hand, he led his men in strides toward the direction he was pointing.
As they approached the rooms of Yu Tian, Lu Xuefeng, and Po Yue, they found that all three doors had opened at the same time, like three barriers that appeared out of nowhere, blocking their way.
Han Yi's guest room is at the far end of the corridor; to find him, you need to pass by everyone's doors first.
At this moment, the three people who opened the door had cold expressions and imposing presence.
Liu Meng never expected that three Core Formation Realm experts would suddenly appear. He stopped in his tracks, his expression instantly freezing, his eyes swirling with astonishment and disbelief.
The henchmen behind him also looked alarmed, and their arrogance immediately diminished.