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Only the cold woman's mouth twitched uncontrollably and her hands trembled slightly.

She had already imagined what kind of person their boss was.

Immortal... They have an immortal?! And he's nearby?!

Chapter 298 I Accept It

Although the Sanqing world is a world where everyone practices cultivation, for the common people at the bottom, being able to successfully form a pill in their lifetime is already considered an achievement.

As for Yuanying, they are all outstanding among humans, and ordinary people dare not even think about it.

The most they do is give birth to a child, and then constantly urge them to practice diligently in order to realize their own unattainable ideals and ambitions, hoping that there will be an opportunity for the ancestral graves to smoke, so that the father and the mother will be honored because of the son.

That is to say, for most people, not to mention a large number, at least more than 95% of the people, the most powerful people they can come into contact with, who are superiors who can easily shit and piss on their heads, are just at the Jindan Yuanying level, and they have no idea about anything above that.

But it was different for the cold and aloof woman who came from afar with some purpose.

Growing up in a place like Kunlun Mountain, having been exposed to the environment, his vision is naturally beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But even so, the craftsman in the Mahayana period still made her drop her jaw. In her eyes, the immortal was an insurmountable mountain.

Even in Kunlun Mountain, the number of people who have achieved immortality and enlightenment can be counted on two hands.

Although times have changed a long time ago, it is not to the point where immortals are as numerous as dogs and gods are everywhere.

So it is quite terrifying to think that there is an immortal in such a small city like Nanjiang.

After all, in her impression, anyone who becomes an immortal can be guided by heaven and see the other side of the world. Then, they will be like those who attained enlightenment in Longchang, thus losing interest in worldly affairs and wholeheartedly seeking the truth.

But this immortal did the opposite. He set up such a mysterious organization, using gambling to deceive people, saying that he had no ulterior motives. She didn't believe it at all.

"I originally thought he was just a wicked villain looking for money, but I didn't expect..." The cold woman suddenly felt a chill down her spine and began to think about backing out, not wanting to get involved anymore.

Her intuition told her that she didn't have the strength to wade into this muddy water.

The junior sister next to her noticed her change in mood and thought she was feeling unwell, so she asked curiously, "Senior sister, what's wrong with you?"

But the cold woman did not dare to say what she was thinking, because those who became immortals could not be judged by common sense, and sometimes just mentioning them might be sensed by the real owner.

In order to avoid alerting the enemy, she suppressed her panic and said calmly, "It's okay. It's getting late. We should leave."

"Why are you leaving?" Her junior sister was already very curious and wanted to know what treasure was in Jiang Lu's stone. She didn't want to leave at all: "Wait until his stone is opened."

Hearing this, the cold woman suddenly became a little irritable because of her anxiety: "You just have to watch it, and you don't even listen to what Senior Sister says, right?"

This frightened her junior sister: "Master... Senior Sister... What happened to you?"

"Don't ask, just follow me first!"

Seeing her senior sister inexplicably getting angry, the junior sister also realized that something was wrong, and finally nodded obediently: "Got it."

At this time, because he couldn't see the strength of the craftsman in the Mahayana period at all, Jiang Lu had no way of judging that the boss behind the scenes here was an immortal. He was still hugging the cheongsam maid named Hong Yi and bragging enthusiastically.

"Oh my, how come your boss is so awesome? Even professional masters can't open it, but he can. He's a technical talent, right?"

Aunt Hong clung to Jiang Lu tightly. As she was used to it, she adjusted her body position to make it easier for Jiang Lu to do it. She smiled sweetly and agreed, "Our boss can do anything."

Seeing this scene, Jiang Lu couldn't help but feel a little envious.

The corporate culture and employee training are really good. It really shows that times have progressed. Why didn’t I think of providing special training to my subordinates before?

At that time, my subordinates only respected me, but were far from loving me like a fan, which was really a pity.

While they were talking, the cold woman had already taken her junior sister back to retrieve her bronze medal, planning to leave this place of trouble.

But just when they found the passage they came from and were about to return, they ran into a middle-aged man in a long gown, dressed like a scholar.

The man had a handsome face and bright eyes. Just by standing there, his gentle and elegant temperament was deeply rooted in people's hearts.

At this time, he looked a little tired and dusty, and it seemed that he had put a lot of effort to get here.

He saw the cold woman and her junior sister were about to leave, so he politely stepped aside to make way for them.

The junior sister looked at him with great interest, as if she was attracted by his unique temperament.

But the cold woman's face changed, she thought of something, and didn't dare to say a word. She pulled her junior sister and lowered her head and was about to leave quickly.

But just as she took a step, she heard a slightly puzzled exclamation in her ear.

This voice seemed to have magical power. The moment it reached the cold woman's ears, her feet were suspended in mid-air and her whole body became extremely stiff, unable to move at all.

"I was wondering how he could be a disciple of an old friend. It turns out he is a disciple of an old friend..."

The middle-aged man suddenly chuckled.

The cold woman was suddenly shocked and confused.

He saw through my tracks?!

Could it be that he knows our Master?

The middle-aged man seemed to be able to hear her thoughts and immediately replied: "I don't know your master, but I should know your great master."

After saying that, he added somewhat uncertainly, "It should be the Grandmaster. After all, as far as I know, she hasn't accepted any apprentices for many years. Counting the years and generations, your generation must be at least seven or eight generations, if not ninety, right?"

The cold woman trembled and turned her head mechanically: "You... no, senior, can you hear my inner voice?"

"Haha, there are few things in this world that can escape my ears, even those hidden in people's hearts."

The middle-aged man smiled, and his eyes, which seemed to contain bright stars, instantly saw through what the cold woman was thinking:

"Don't be afraid. Since you are my old friend's disciples, I won't make things difficult for you. I heard that my temple seems to have produced some incredible treasures today, so I came here to take a look. It's not too late for you to take a look at the excitement before you leave."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more and walked towards the crowd in front.

"Dojo...huh?" The cold woman was relieved to see that the other party really had no intention of making things difficult for her, but she couldn't help but become curious: "People who still use this word to refer to their own dojo must be quite old, right?"

And since the other party has said so much and even invited her to stay, it would be somewhat ungrateful for her to insist on leaving.

So she gave up the idea of ​​leaving and decided to stay with her junior sister.

From the beginning to the end, her junior sister was in a state of confusion: "Senior sister, you want to leave and stay, are you kidding me? Do you think I have no temper?"

The cold woman looked at her innocent appearance, obviously unaware that she had just walked through the gates of hell, and she scolded her helplessly but dotingly: "Shut up, just do what I tell you to do."

"Very good!" Junior Sister resolutely admitted her mistake: "Senior Sister, you are very good at judging people. How do you know that I really don't have a temper?"

The cold woman sighed, shook her head, and looked at the middle-aged man's back.

And now he has walked in front of Jiang Lu.

The cold woman immediately thought of what the other party had just said: few things in this world can escape his ears.

It seemed that he could tell at a glance that Jiang Lu was the protagonist of this incident.

So...what's going to happen?

After making sure that she and her junior sister would not be in danger, the cold woman naturally took on the role of spectators.

Jiang Lu was also puzzled at this moment. When everyone's attention was focused on the stone-cutting booth, how come a person he had never seen before suddenly appeared and stared at him?

Although I, Jiang, am relatively open-minded, I would still feel a little embarrassed if someone suddenly stared at me while I was secretly being greedy.

"Where are you looking at your mother?" Jiang Lu's attitude was not very friendly.

"?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

I haven't heard such vulgar words in many years, and I was unable to react for a moment.

The cold woman widened her eyes in shock.

No...Brother, how many lives do you have to be so harmful?

But what shocked her even more was that the middle-aged man did not have any particularly explosive reaction, but just stared at Jiang Lu blankly.

In fact, she guessed wrong a little. The middle-aged man's telepathy was not a passive skill, but required active casting to take effect.

The reason why he stared at Jiang Lu was because he saw the female fairy under his command being toyed with by him, and he was somewhat confused.

"Ah, guest, this is our boss."

Aunt Hong beside Jiang Lu was also stunned, and immediately came to the rescue in fear.

Jiang Lu then reacted. Oh, it turned out to be the boss. This made sense. It was normal to take a few more glances when seeing his subordinate being molested.

But Jiang Lu did not change his dislike for the middle-aged man because of this. After all, if he put himself in his shoes, he would have punched him a long time ago.

Such a reaction... hehe...

"Turtle man." Jiang Lu labeled the middle-aged man: "Really low-brow."

"It's not you..." The middle-aged man frowned. He didn't expect Jiang Lu to turn the tables.

Shouldn't you be the one who is really in charge? What are you doing to my juniors, you bastard!

Subconsciously, he used his telepathy on Jiang Lu, wanting to see what this arrogant guy relied on.

But...

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank slightly.

He has telepathy, but it’s useless to him?

How could I not hear a single word from him?

Could it be that the person in front of me is also a disguised Lord God?

Therefore, the middle-aged man who was brainstorming no longer cared about Jiang Lu’s offense, but just raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Things were becoming more and more interesting.

He looked at Jiang Lu meaningfully, then looked meaningfully at Aunt Hong beside him, then turned around and walked towards the stone-cutting booth without saying a word.

Jiang Lu did not hold back at all. Instead, he smiled and commented, "Your boss's smile is so disgusting. He looks like a greasy pig."

But Aunt Hong couldn't hear anything at all. Knowing the middle-aged man's true identity, she was already frightened out of her wits and instinctively tried to break free from Jiang Lu's arms.

However, the wonderful elements in the latter's mind made him think of other places.

"Haha, it looks like you're still bound by your sense of immorality."

"Ah? What are you talking about, sir? It's not what you think..."

"At this point, you still can't recognize the reality?" Jiang Lu pointed at the middle-aged man with grief and anger: "If it were me, I would definitely hit you hard when I saw you being wronged like this, instead of being angry but not saying anything like him! This shows that he doesn't care about you at all!"

Aunt Hong saw that Jiang Lu's talk was getting more and more outrageous. She was so anxious that tears were about to fall, but she didn't know how to explain.

At this moment, the crowd that had been noisy just now suddenly became quiet.