CHAPTER 771: CHAPTER 764: DISASTER?

Chen Hai, who had originally planned to leave Zhang’s Agency, paused in his tracks at the manager’s words and stopped right there.

With a trace of doubt, he appraised the agency manager and the young broker with a few glances up and down.

Then, with a smile, he said, "What could be the issue with a mere set of courtyards?"

"It’s just some deaths and disappearances, isn’t it? Under the bright sky above, could it be that there are actually demons daring to make mischief?"

"If you could let me move into that house today, then all of these issues are not issues to me!"

With an expression of utmost calmness, Chen Hai’s words revealed a strong sense of self-confidence.

Demons? Countless had already lost their lives by his hand.

Demon Cultivation? To him, it was hardly worth mentioning, for in his time in the territories of West Barbarian Mountain, his affiliation, the Bloodthirsty Sect, was indeed part of the Demon Cultivation lineage.

Though most people within Mang Mountain City possessed some cultivation and weren’t truly weak, when it came to Realm, they were indeed pitifully inadequate.

Like the manager and the young broker of Zhang’s Agency before him, one at the Sixth Realm of Sky Control, the other at the Fourth Realm of Storage, they had truly stepped onto the threshold of cultivation.

Of course, with such strength, they must not have deliberately pursued cultivation.

After all, unlike the southern Zhan State or Golden Dawn Island, here the Spiritual Energy was rich; ordinary people living here merely needed to sit, stand, or walk about, and in doing so, they would inadvertently complete a rudimentary form of cultivation by absorbing and expelling Spiritual Energy.

Living in the southern Zhan State, just living long enough, even a pig could transform into a demon.

That the ordinary residents of Mang Mountain City had some understanding of cultivation and a slight cultivation base was an extremely normal affair.

However, their level of power was clearly inadequate when facing real demons and ghostly disturbances.

Chen Hai, with his substantial background, naturally differed from them.

He who could even slay Golden Immortals, even if there truly were demons and ghosts causing disturbances in the house mentioned by the agency manager, what of it?

Chen Hai did not believe that within the confines of Mang Mountain City, demons and ghosts that slaughtered mere mortals could possess the strength of the Daluo Realm or that of a Quasi-Saint!

Since that was the case, what could possibly give him cause for concern?

"Esteemed customer, are you an Immortal Master?" Seeing Chen Hai’s confident demeanor, the agency manager hesitantly probed.

"Suppose so!" Chen Hai nodded in response.

Although he was unclear about which level of cultivator the agency manager referred to as ’Immortal Master,’ Chen Hai didn’t believe his own strength was inferior to those Immortal Masters spoken of by the manager.

"So you are an Immortal Master!" With a strange expression, the manager appraised Chen Hai a few more times.

He sighed and continued, "You must be new here, there are some things you might not be clear on."

"In our Mang Mountain City, every few years, people from a certain area will inexplicably die or disappear."

"In our West District, peace has reigned for twenty-three years, but in recent days, over a hundred incidents have occurred. Perhaps, this is just the beginning."

"There were also some Immortal Masters who, relying on their strength, tried to investigate the matter, but their endings were all very tragic."

"When I was young, I once saw an Immortal Master flayed and hung on the city walls, wailing for days and nights before he finally died."

"Because you are an Immortal Master, I took the liberty of telling you this. If it were an ordinary person, I wouldn’t care less about their life or death; I’d rather just make the money first."

With that, the agency manager stopped speaking and let out a long sigh.

"People die every few years? Does Mang Mountain City not have a City Lord? Don’t they deal with these matters?"

"Since you know that the West District isn’t very peaceful, haven’t you considered moving to another area or even leaving Mang Mountain City?"

Chen Hai furrowed his brows and blurted out.

However, as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized that his suggestion might sound a bit like asking why the impoverished don’t eat meat paste.

After all, leaving Mang Mountain City seemed completely unrealistic for the ordinary people living there.

Chen Hai had traveled tens of thousands of miles to reach Mang Mountain City, the only city he had come across.

As for the wilderness outside, it was definitely not friendly to ordinary people.

He had seen countless packs of demon beasts along his journey. He was able to cross such vast distances unharmed and untroubled only because of his own strength.

If someone like the broker’s manager, an ordinary person, encountered a group of demon beasts, no matter their number, they stood no chance at all.

"The power of the City Lord Mansion in Mang Mountain City is indeed very terrifying."

"But every time there is a large-scale loss of life within the city, they turn a deaf ear, as if they know nothing about it."

"As for fleeing? Where could we possibly go?"

"Leaving Mang Mountain City is simply courting death, and moving to other areas within the city is equally unrealistic."

"At times like these, people from other districts guard against us from the West District as if we were thieves, fearing that we might bring disaster their way!"

The broker’s manager heaved a sigh and shook his head with a bitter smile, continuing, "Birth, old age, sickness, and death are predestined. After witnessing disasters so often, we’ve grown accustomed to them."

"After all, as far as I know, every disaster ends after a few thousand or tens of thousands of casualties."

"With millions of people in the West District, if we were to die in an unknown disaster, it would just be a case of bad luck and a fated calamity."

"My lord, if my guess is right, the residence that I mentioned is located right in the center of where the disasters frequently strike."

"We at Zhang’s Agency conduct business with integrity, never deceiving the young or the old."

"That residence is indeed cheap, and you can move in right away if you wish to buy it. But I have already informed you of all the details, whether or not to purchase the residence ultimately depends on your own decision!"

The broker’s manager’s gaze fell upon Chen Hai as he continued.

To reveal these details to Chen Hai indeed showed that the broker’s manager had a strong sense of professional ethics.

Compared to those real estate agents from the Blue Star era who would omit to mention any drawbacks of a property, focusing only on the positives when introducing a house to clients.

"No worries, these little issues really don’t bother me."

"Just as you said, manager, life and death are predestined. I’ve always been lucky; even if a calamity were to happen, it most likely would not befall me."

"However, before deciding whether to make a purchase, I think I should still go take a look at that residence!"

After giving it some thought, Chen Hai smiled and nodded.

He made the decision not only because of the broker’s manager’s honesty, which moved him, but mainly because the so-called disaster piqued his curiosity.

"Good sir, if you don’t mind, Zhang Jin, lead this guest to the Zhuang residence for a visit!"

The broker’s manager gave Chen Hai a humble smile, and with a wave of his hand, he instructed the young broker.

Upon hearing this, the young broker Zhang Jin paled.

He shuffled over to Chen Hai with a reluctant expression on his face, clearly quite unwilling.