CHAPTER 1511: CHAPTER 1511: A BLOODBATH TRIGGERED BY A CUP OF MILK TEA

On Purple Cloud Peak, the purple mist soared into the sky, swirling above the mountain top.

In the Daoist sect, purple mist was considered a sign of auspiciousness, accompanying the arrival of immortals.

As the saying goes, the purple mist comes from the east; saints descend upon us.

By comparison, the Buddhist sect revered golden colors more.

Long Fei and his group naturally didn’t head to Pillar of Heaven Peak, but rushed directly towards Purple Cloud Peak.

At present, the foot of the mountain was lined with camps that stretched for thirty miles, dense with tents.

This scene was much grander compared to when the Mount Tai Secret Realm opened.

South Yangtze was mountainous and forested, with more spiritual energy compared to North Yangtze, and consequently more loose cultivators and sects.

Looking around, Long Fei estimated there were at least a hundred thousand cultivators gathered here.

Disciples of the Wudang Sect were maintaining order here, and the tents of various cultivators were neatly arranged side by side, like a village.

In the center ran a wide road, ten yards across, where some cultivators had set up stalls.

Opportunities for interaction were rare; where else would they find such chances?

These small-time merchants naturally seized the opportunity to sell everything from magical treasures, talisman scripts, array plates, secret manuals, to pills.

Upon arrival, Long Fei and company were easily let through a checkpoint without much attention from chatty Wudang disciples.

With countless cultivators coming and going each day, the checkpoint was just for show.

Chu Feng was a bit dissatisfied and shouted at them, "Don’t you have any sense of security? At least ask people a few questions when they come in! What if they’re from the Demon Clan? What if they have a grudge against the Wudang Sect? What if they’re practitioners of evil ways!"

The Wudang disciples were bewildered by his scolding and whispered among themselves, "Who is this guy?"

"No idea!"

"Where did he pop out from? Sticking his nose in things!"

"Ignore him, just a bunch of crazies."

"..."

Long Fei, Wang Jie, and Murong Chong quickly dragged Mr. Chu away, guessing he was upset because he was ignored.

The world was vast, and cultivators were many.

Even if Mr. Chu stole the spotlight a hundred times, cultivators below still wouldn’t recognize him!

Street vendors along the way were shouting at the top of their lungs.

One was selling meals, brandishing a wok and shouting, "Top-quality Yangzhou fried rice, South Yangtze tribute rice with ginseng, stir-fried with deer antler velvet; men eat for vitality, women for beauty, one spirit stone a bowl!"

Another was selling milk tea, holding a cup while greeting, "Snow Mountain leopard milk, Heavenly Mountain cow milk, Guandong tiger milk, Yuzhou elephant milk, freshly squeezed and brewed with Da Hong Pao tea, one spirit stone a cup, don’t miss it!"

Behind him was a row of large cages.

Elephants, tigers, spotted leopards, and black-and-white dairy cows were locked inside.

A group of cultivators showed little interest in the elephants, tigers, and leopards, instead focusing on the dairy cows.

It’s known that such dairy cows were unheard of in Huaxia.

In the outside world, these dairy cows seemed to be something from the Netherlands.

The vendor proudly introduced, "Gentlemen, ladies, don’t miss out. These dairy cows are imported from exotic lands, high-grade goods, producing fragrant milk that nourishes and beautifies, extending life—come taste the freshness!"

Seeing these creatures, Long Fei couldn’t help but feel homesick and bought four cups with four spirit stones.

He drank the cow milk and offered Chu Feng a cup of elephant milk, smiling as he said, "Take a sip to nourish yourself."

"Heartless!"

Chu Feng glanced at the elephant, sniffed the elephant milk in the cup, and curiously took a sip.

The taste seemed quite good; he smacked his lips and then asked the vendor for another cup, instructing him to squeeze it fresh from the elephant before his eyes.

The vendor was proficient and shouted at everyone, "Please be assured, the milk is freshly squeezed, guaranteed authentic!"

The elephant, fed well like a dairy cow, produced milk still steaming, causing a stir among onlookers.

"Heartless!"

Long Fei, Wang Jie, and Murong Chong cursed along, and threw out a dozen spirit stones to taste it too.

The flavor had a hint of gaminess but was nicely filtered by the tea leaves—quite good.

Long Fei inquired the vendor, "Brother, is this spotted dairy cow really imported from exotic lands? Got any connections?"

Seeing him as big spender, the vendor didn’t dare offend him and whispered, "Of course it’s real, go visit Southern Ridge County and you’ll know. That place has close exchanges with the outside world, capable of acquiring all kinds of exotic items. I’ve even seen a type of rat taller than a person, with strong limbs and powerful punches; outsiders call this rat a bouncing rat. But its milk production is low, of no use to me."

"Your sister, isn’t that just a kangaroo?"

Long Fei raised an eyebrow, gaining interest in Southern Ridge County.

Having come to this world and only mingled within Huaxia, he hadn’t seen anything from outside regions.

This world was rich in spiritual energy, yet he wondered what the outside looked like? Would there be external cultivation civilizations?

A moment later, Ground Rat Demon King and Da Heiniu arrived, finding the group of four.

On the mountain they had already discovered a crack in a restriction and were waiting for Long Fei and company to join them in entering.

The vendor didn’t notice and handed Da Heiniu a cup of milk, enthusiastically offering, "Sir, would you like a cup of milk? Exotic dairy cow produce, very fresh."

Da Heiniu glared at the dairy cow in the cage, suddenly infuriated, grabbing the vendor’s hand, and said with a bull’s eyes glaring, "You scoundrel, how dare you disrespect our Ox Clan, I’ll beat you, you bastard!"

The vendor’s cultivation level wasn’t low, at least in the late Enlightenment Realm.

He struggled to resist but was punched by Da Heiniu, having his nose bloodied and his head stunned.

With blood oozing from his mouth, he cried painfully, "Mercy, big brother, mercy! I did nothing wrong, just milking!"

Da Heiniu cursed him, "You bastard, you think I’m blind? You’ve milked it so much it’s swollen, and still say you’ve done nothing?"

A crowd of cultivators gathered to watch the spectacle, sizing up Da Heiniu, unsure why he would stand up for a cow.

Someone noticed Da Heiniu’s two horns and exclaimed, "Isn’t this big black guy an ox demon?"

"Should be, he’s avenging his kin!"

"Hey, this ox demon is quite bold, doesn’t respect us humans!"

"..."

With everyone’s clamoring, the Wudang Sect’s patrol team was beckoned over.

Long Fei and Chu Feng laughed at Da Heiniu’s antics from the side; seeing the commotion escalate, they hurriedly persuaded Da Heiniu, tossing the vendor a dozen spirit stones as an apology, and dragged Da Heiniu away together.

The cultivators watching saw their imposing presence and dared not provoke them, hastily making way.

The bald dog laughed heartily behind, quipping, "Old Bull, you got too worked up. This beyond-the-border cow has nothing to do with your kin, were you eyeing the little heifer?"

"Nonsense, all oxen are one family, what does a dog like you understand!"

Old Bull, still furious, glared viciously at the bald dog.

"Hey, oh, damn!"

The bald dog jumped up, ready to bite Da Heiniu.

Long Fei quickly intervened to stop them, fearing they might start a fight right here.