Longevity: Start Farming with Entries Chapter 467 - 402: Great Black Heaven Demon Saint

Qin Ming withdrew his gaze from the window.

He then followed the sound and directed his gaze towards the person in front of him.

However, at a glance, Qin Ming’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Waves stirred in his heart, leaving him secretly astonished.

’Tier Four Transformation Great Demon!’

Even though the Black Feather Cultivator had disguised his aura extrely well, almost like a regular early-stage Foundation Establishnt Cultivator.

If it were soone else, even the Golden Core Elders with the highest cultivation in Five Elents Mountain Market might not detect anything amiss.

However, Qin Ming possessed a Divine Thought comparable to the early-stage Nascent Soul, and he also had the Eye of Destruction.

A few days ago, when he cultivated the ’Celestial Demon Refining Form Strategy’ to the perfection of the Golden Core Chapter, he even absorbed the divine techniques of the Red-eyed Celestial Qilin, enhancing his Pupil Technique manifold.

No matter how clever the disguise, it was nothing but an illusion before him.

Therefore, Qin Ming saw through the other’s disguise with just a single glance.

In Qin Ming’s eyes, the true appearance of the other was revealed:

A black feathered cultivator stood opposite, possessing a pair of unusually small green pupils and a pointed, horn-like nose.

He seed to be a bird-type Demon Cultivator.

Indeed, an authentic early-stage Tier Four Demon Saint!

However, the Black Feather Demon Cultivator in front of him felt sowhat weaker than Yue Lingyan.

’A Tier Four Transformation Great Demon... could he be the Great Black Heaven Demon Saint from the Wind-splitting Eagle Clan?’

’What brought even him to Five Elents Mountain Market?’

’I heard from Yue Lingyan that he harbored grand ambitions and was particularly interested in the Cyan Origin Sect’s Secret Realm.’

’Could there be so conspiracy at play?’

Qin Ming’s thoughts churned quickly, piecing together clues about the Black Feather Demon Cultivator’s origins.

The Black Feather Demon Cultivator probably never expected.

That upon casually entering a tavern, soone would unravel his identity within monts.

If word of this spread, he could beco a laughingstock among his kin.

Though Qin Ming discerned the other’s identity, outwardly, he remained unfazed, his expression calm.

He responded to the Black Feather Demon Cultivator with a faint reply:

"There’s no one here. Please make yourself at ho, Fellow Daoist."

"Hehe! Thank you, Fellow Daoist."

The Black Feather Demon Cultivator curved a slight smile and boldly seated himself opposite Qin Ming.

Then, without ordering food or drink, he brazenly inquired:

"Fellow Daoist, might I borrow a cup of wine?"

The Black Feather Demon Cultivator looked at Qin Ming with a grin.

Qin Ming nodded promptly and poured him a cup of Spirit Wine.

’Could this demon’s risky venture into Five Elents Mountain Market also be driven by curiosity about the Cyan Origin Sect’s Secret Realm?’

’Indeed, faced with imnse opportunities, it’s rare for anyone to remain unmoved, even a Tier Four Demon Saint cannot resist.’

’Of course, except for ...’

The Black Feather Demon Cultivator received the Spirit Wine without a word and began savoring it quietly.

The two engaged in little conversation amid the pouring and drinking.

After half an hour, the two jugs of wine were finished.

"Hmm... This wine is sowhat lacking, without much flavor."

"Thank you for the wine, Fellow Daoist."

"May I know your esteed surna? If there’s a chance in the future, I’d like to treat you to so wine I brewed myself."

The Black Feather Demon Cultivator said with a smile, showing no sign of intoxication after consuming an entire jug of Jade Wave Wine.

One must know that this Jade Wave Wine is Tier Two Spirit Wine from the Wind-Riding Tower, and even late-stage Foundation Establishnt drink more would still get drunk.

Qin Ming responded lightly, "My surna is Lu; it was just a casual encounter, a simple drink. No need for formality, Fellow Daoist."

Upon hearing this, the Black Feather Demon Cultivator seed to take an interest in Qin Ming, narrowing his small pupils while scrutinizing him.

Yet, he found nothing unusual.

Imdiately, he smiled gently, "Fellow Daoist Lu, you seem to be quite a unique person, fond of unconventional ways?"

"I haven’t t a straightforward Fellow Daoist like you in a long ti, truly a rarity!"

Qin Ming did not directly answer but instead asked, "May I know your esteed surna, Fellow Daoist? You don’t seem to be a local?"

Hearing Qin Ming’s question, the Black Feather Demon Cultivator paused montarily before he spoke with a smile:

"Indeed, my surna is Mo Yu. I spent my early years in secluded cultivation in the mountains."

"This ti, I’ve co out to broaden my horizons and gain so experience..."

"I see." Qin Ming nodded before falling silent.

With his current strength, he was not intimidated by a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator or an early-stage Tier Four Demon Saint.

Thus, he showed no signs of fear.

Initially.

Qin Ming thought the other might have co for him, but it turns out it was just a coincidence.

Although he couldn’t grasp what the Black Feather Demon Cultivator intended, he speculated that nine tis out of ten, it was related to the Cyan Origin Sect’s Secret Realm.

Qin Ming wished to avoid entanglent and unnecessary complications.

As he felt it was about ti, he rose, bidding farewell, "Fellow Daoist Mo, please continue drinking. I have so matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave."

"I’ve already covered the tavern expenses."

"Thank you for the wine, Fellow Daoist Lu. No need to see off," the Black Feather Demon Cultivator showed no intention of rising.

Qin Ming left him there and descended the stairs.

After he left, amid the bustling shouts, a hint of mockery flickered in the Black Feather Demon Cultivator’s narrow eyes:

"Soon, this place’s prosperity will co to an end..."

"Then, I can gather a good batch of materials."

"Wine made from a cultivator’s Golden Core is the best..."

...

As the night fell and the bright moon hung high.