Chapter 140 A Celestial Descends to the Mortal World, Changqing Tower's New "Decorative Ob

The backyard of the Taiji Hall was eerily quiet at this moment.

Gone was the overwhelming, oppressive divine might that seemed to crush the entire Tianqi City and even the northern borderlands, and gone was the dazzling, blinding yet deadly nine-colored celestial glow that filled the sky.

The night sky returned to its deep, inky blue. The vast, turbulent clouds that had surged violently due to the immortal's anger were now as if forcibly smoothed out by an invisible giant hand, disappearing without a trace.

A few stars peeked out from behind the clouds, twinkling faintly, like spectators from the heavens, observing with a mixture of curiosity and fear the huge meteorite crater several meters deep in the backyard below, and the lifeless "mud" at the bottom of the crater.

"call--"

A cool night breeze swept by, swirling up a few peach petals that had been knocked down by the shockwaves of the battle and still carried a slightly burnt smell.

In the air, the cumin aroma of premium seafood barbecue mingled eerily with the scent of sacred golden blood sprinkled by immortals, creating a magical aroma that would be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Lei Wujie was like a rusty wooden puppet, stiffly turning his neck with a "creaking" sound.

He first looked at Xiao Se, who was equally stunned and deliberately suppressed his breathing, and then at Su Changqing, who was standing at the edge of the pit with a normal expression and even holding half a skewer of grilled squid that he hadn't finished eating.

"Gulp."

Lei Wujie swallowed hard, his saliva already dried up, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, making a very clear sound.

"Sister...brother-in-law..."

Lei Wujie spoke, but his voice trembled like a leaf in the wind, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

"This...that's it? Just like that...a casual slap? That was an immortal! A legendary True Immortal who severed ties with the mortal realm, ascended to heaven in broad daylight, and lived as long as heaven and earth! Just now he said he was going to use the millions of lives in Tianqi City to refine elixirs..."

Lei Wujie felt that his worldview had been completely shattered tonight.

He grew up listening to myths and legends in storytelling, where immortals were supreme beings who lived high in the clouds, whose words carried the weight of the law, and who could not be looked at directly!

Just now, that white-robed immortal, who was radiating golden light and was so arrogant that he couldn't even unleash a decent immortal technique, was slapped into the mud by his brother-in-law from ten thousand feet in the sky like a fly!

"What else? Should we fight him for three hundred rounds, causing the heavens and earth to collapse and countless lives to be lost, only to end up with a pyrrhic victory?"

Su Changqing took a bite of the squid tentacles in his hand without caring, but his brows furrowed slightly, and he curled his lips in disgust, "Tsk, it's a bit overcooked, it tastes like tree bark."

"Wushuang, next time you're cutting those high-level siren tentacles, pay attention to the texture. Don't just focus on showing off your few crappy flying swords; it's ruining the original flavor and texture of the ingredients. I'll dock your pay!"

Standing not far away, clutching the Peerless Sword Box tightly in her arms, Wushuang shuddered at Su Changqing's call and nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, yes! Boss is right! I'll start practicing my knife skills tomorrow, and I promise to cut along the grain so as not to affect Boss's appetite!"

Wushuang's voice now carried a deep sense of awe and relief.

At this moment, how could he dare to have even the slightest bit of pride as a once-in-a-century genius of Wushuang City?

In front of this "monster boss" who could casually pull down even the Nine Heavens True Immortals and beat them like dogs, he felt that being able to peacefully cut potato shreds and seafood in this Evergreen Pavilion for the rest of his life was an incredible blessing from his ancestors!

Xiao Se ignored the two clowns. He took a deep breath, forcibly circulated the Imperial Dragon Qi within his body, suppressed the overwhelming shock in his heart, and carefully walked to the edge of the pit, peering down.

awful.

It's too awful.

The white-robed immortal who had just been high and mighty, looking down on all living beings as mere grass and ants, was now lying at the bottom of the pit in an extremely distorted posture that completely defied the structure of the human skeleton.

His once pristine, moon-white immortal robe, woven from the clouds of the heavens, was now completely shattered, stained with black mud and dark gold blood.

His immortal bones were almost shattered inch by inch by the absolute force of that slap, like a tattered rag doll torn apart by a naughty child, only able to twitch weakly in the muddy water at the bottom of the pit, like a dying wild dog.

Even so, a faint halo still clung to that broken body, attempting to heal its wounds—an immortal substance unique to immortals.

"Sir, he... he's still alive!"

Xiao Se keenly sensed a faint but extremely tenacious life force hidden within the halo, a life force that even possessed a certain rule-like attribute.

"Death? He's not going to get off so easily."

Su Changqing casually tossed the leftover bamboo skewers into the charcoal stove beside him, and sneered.

"Immortals are as resilient as rocks in a latrine. They've endured tribulations of lightning, and their physical bodies have already undergone transformation. As long as their souls remain and their immortal foundation is intact, even if their bodies are smashed into a pulp, given time and sufficient nourishment from immortal energy or the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, they can slowly rebuild their golden bodies. However..."

Su Changqing looked down at the pit from his high vantage point, staring at the pair of silver-gray immortal eyes at the bottom of the pit, eyes filled with endless resentment, humiliation, and fear. A chillingly cruel glint flashed in his eyes.

"The slap I gave him just now wasn't an ordinary physical attack, but rather the 'Forbidden Law' attached to the Myriad Gods Tribulation."

"Has the immortal power been sealed off?"

Xiao Se gasped. For an immortal accustomed to being high above and in control of everything, losing his power and becoming a cripple even less than an ordinary person was a thousand times more cruel than death!

The white-robed immortal at the bottom of the pit had obviously heard Su Changqing's words as well.

In his pupil-less eyes, an unconcealable despair finally erupted.

"You...you demon! How dare you destroy my immortal foundation! The immortal realm...the immortal realm will not let you get away with this! The day my lord descends will be the day your world is utterly destroyed!"

The white-robed immortal cursed with all his might, his voice sharp and piercing from extreme anger and pain, sounding as unpleasant as fingernails scraping against glass.

That's like killing someone by breaking their spirit!

For an immortal who is used to being high above, controlling life and death, and turning the world upside down in the blink of an eye, losing all power, falling from the clouds to the mortal world, and becoming a useless person who is not even as good as an ordinary person, and who may even feel hunger and cold.

This is a thousand times more cruel and vicious than killing him with a single sword strike and causing his soul to be scattered!

This is the ultimate destruction of one's Dao heart!

Although the white-robed immortal at the bottom of the pit was severely injured, his hearing remained sharp. He had clearly heard Su Changqing's nonchalant words.

He, who was secretly trying to regroup his immortal power, suddenly froze.

He felt his dantian and meridians, which were empty and seemed to have turned into a stagnant pool, and finally, an undisguised, utterly despairing collapse erupted from his pupil-less, silver-gray eyes.

"Still dare to yell?"

Su Changqing frowned.

He hates villains who are stubborn and keep spouting threats even when they're already prisoners.

"Looks like I didn't fall hard enough just now."

Su Changqing raised his foot, preparing to give him another kick to shut him up completely.

"Changqing, forget it."

A pair of soft hands grabbed his arm.

Li Hanyi had arrived unnoticed, still holding the now-sleeping Xiao Nuomi in her arms. She looked at the pitiful immortal at the bottom of the pit, her eyes showing little pity, only a detached indifference born of worldly wisdom.

"Don't get your shoes dirty."

Li Hanyi said softly, "Killing the culprit with this kind of person would only make him a menace. Perhaps... we could let him do something useful after all?"

"To put your remaining energy to good use?" Su Changqing was taken aback, then looked at his wife with interest. "Wife, what good ideas do you have?"

Li Hanyi smiled slightly and turned her gaze to the two majestic stone lions at the entrance of the main hall.

"Our Changqinglou Tianqi flagship store is doing very well, but it always feels like something's missing at the entrance. I think this 'immortal' has a pretty robust build, so how about... we put him at the entrance as a welcoming decoration?"

This statement came out.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

Lei Wujie, Wushuang, and Xiao Se couldn't help but shiver as they looked at Li Hanyi's stunningly beautiful yet cold face.

As expected of the Snow Moon Sword Immortal! As expected of Su Changqing's wife! Her methods of killing with their very souls are truly a direct inheritance from Su Changqing!

Why would a true immortal from the heavens be made to work as a greeter at the entrance of a restaurant? Watching mortals he once considered ants come and go every day, and having to endure the wind and sun?

This is a million times more cruel than killing him!

Upon hearing this, the white-robed immortal at the bottom of the pit was so enraged that he spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted on the spot.

"You...you despicable couple! I am a True Immortal from the Nine Heavens! I would rather die than suffer such a humiliating disgrace!"

"Want to die? Do you think dying is an easy thing?"

Su Changqing stroked his chin, seriously considering Li Hanyi's suggestion, and the more he thought about it, the more brilliant the idea seemed.

"Wife, your suggestion is brilliant! Using immortals as greeters—that's unparalleled class! Let's see who dares to say the food at Changqinglou is expensive from now on!"

He turned his head and looked at the "immortal" at the bottom of the pit, who was still struggling in vain, and a devilish smile appeared on his lips.

"Lei Wujie, peerless!"

"Here!" The two quickly stood at attention.

"Go, dig this guy out of the pit. Wash him clean, make sure he's not covered in mud. Then find a sturdy iron chain and tie him to that pillar at the main gate. Remember to make him a sign that says, 'Welcome, True Immortal of the Nine Heavens.'"

With a wave of his hand, Su Changqing directly assigned this white-robed immortal a future "job position".

"Alright! Leave it to us!"

Lei Wujie and Wushuang now obey Su Changqing's every word. They probably wouldn't hesitate to kidnap the emperor if asked to do so.

The two men jumped into the pit like wolves and tigers, ignoring how the immortal struggled and cursed, and dragged him out like a dead dog.

"Desolate."

Su Changqing then looked at Xiao Se, who was standing to the side.

"What are your orders, sir?"

"Starting tomorrow, Changqing Tower will be launching a new service," Su Changqing said with a smile, "'Photo with an Immortal.' A photo with a Nine Heavens True Immortal will cost one thousand taels of gold. If you want him to say 'Welcome,' the price will increase by five thousand taels. And if you just want to touch an immortal's robe... that starts at ten thousand taels."

"This income will be considered your performance-based commission."

Xiao Se: "..."

Looking at Su Changqing's shrewd and calculating businessman's face, and then at the "immortal" who was being frantically washed with well water by Lei Wujie and screaming like a pig being slaughtered, he suddenly felt a deep sense of sympathy.

Of all people to mess with, why did you have to mess with this guy?

Now, not only has their foundation in the immortal path been destroyed, but they will also be reduced to a cash cow and ornamental animal for the Changqing Tower.

This lower realm is really too dangerous.

……

The next morning.

The people of Tianqi City and the high-ranking officials arrived early and lined up in front of Changqing Tower, as usual.

however.

When they saw a person chained to a thick black iron chain on the dragon-carved jade pillar to the left of the Changqing Tower's main gate, everyone was stunned.

The man wore a tattered, moon-white robe, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in filth. Although he was chained up, his eyes revealed a chilling madness and resentment.

On his chest hung a very conspicuous wooden plaque.

Eight large characters were written in gold paint on it:

【Welcome, Celestial Immortals.】

"What... what's going on?"

"Who is this? Why is he tied up here?"

"A Celestial Immortal? The owner of this Evergreen Pavilion is really good at creating hype! Hiring a beggar to pretend to be a deity?"

There was a lot of discussion and pointing among the crowd.

Just then.

"Ahem!"

Sikong Changfeng, carrying a folding fan and dressed in a smart shopkeeper's uniform, walked out of the main gate.

He glanced at the "immortal" tied to the pillar, suppressed a smile, cleared his throat, and loudly announced to the crowd.

Good morning, everyone!

"To thank everyone for their support of Changqinglou, we are launching a brand new special service today!"

Sikong Changfeng pointed at the "immortal" with his folding fan.

"As you can see, this is a genuine immortal descended from the heavens!"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

"A true immortal?! Manager Sikong, are you kidding me? How could an immortal be tied up here?"

"Yeah, that's ridiculous!"

"Quiet! Quiet!"

Sikong Changfeng pressed his hands down, silencing the crowd's doubts.

"This 'immortal' showed up uninvited last night, attempting to dine and dash at our Changqing Restaurant. Our boss, Mr. Su, upholding the law, has punished him slightly by making him a greeter here, as a warning to others!"

"Now! If you want to get up close and personal with the immortals, look here!"

Sikong Changfeng pulled a price list from his pocket and held it high.

"A photo with an immortal costs 1,000 taels of gold! A welcoming greeting from an immortal costs 5,000 taels! Touching an immortal's robe starts at 10,000 taels!"

Limited spots available! First come, first served!

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the price list, then at the "immortal" tied to the pillar.

If this is true...

Just what kind of freakish genius is the owner of this Evergreen Pavilion?!

They can even capture real immortals and display them as ornaments for a fee?!

Is this still the mortal realm?!

The white-robed immortal, chained to the pillar, listened to Sikong Changfeng's vulgar shouts and watched the mortals look at him like he was a monkey.

"puff--!"

He was consumed by rage, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted again in blissful happiness.