Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 1204: Are You Jealous?

Gulp, gulp!

Tipping back the wine gourd, Gu Changsheng took several bold gulps, wiped his mouth, and gazed lazily as he staggered his steps toward the crowd.

"May I ask, are you the Wine Sword Immortal, Gu Changsheng — Senior Gu?"

The burly elder clasped his hands together respectfully and asked.

"Oh?" Gu Changsheng raised an eyebrow, his gaze indifferent, "You juniors seem to have some discernment. So there are people who recognize me?"

"Senior’s name has been renowned throughout the Red Sky Dynasty since eighty thousand years ago. How could we, the younger generation, not know?"

The burly elder rubbed his hands with a sheepish smile, eyes radiating a fervent glow.

This was a senior from eighty thousand years ago, standing alive before them, heightening his confidence in the Spirit Abyss Ghost River.

"Haha..."

Gu Changsheng laughed aloud, with a bold aura. His upright Sword Intent soared into the sky as he strode away in large steps, no longer paying attention to the juniors before him.

Numerous cultivators’ eyes sparkled, swallowing hard.

"Lived for eighty thousand years, this... truly is unbelievable..."

Staring at the departing Wine Sword Immortal, a grey-clad elder muttered to himself.

"We can definitely do it too."

Another elder in the crowd gritted his teeth and said eagerly.

"Among you all, are there any from the Tuoba Clan?"

An aged voice rolled like thunder from afar.

A spirited black-clad elder, exuding powerful aura, fast approached from the distance.

Tuoba Clan?

The crowd paused for a moment, momentarily unable to react.

"Senior, do you mean the Tuoba Clan among the Demon Clan...?"

A demon clan cultivator stammered.

Before he finished speaking, the black-clad elder stepped forward, standing before him, and declared loudly, "Yes, that Tuoba Clan, is anyone here?"

"No!"

The demon clan cultivator hastily shook his head.

"Alas, they haven’t come. It seems my second brother is no longer in this world..."

The black-haired elder shook his head, showing a hint of dejection, turning to leave.

The burly elder turned around, his eyes lighting up, looking at the demon clan cultivator and asked, "The Tuoba Clan you mentioned, could it be the mysterious Ghost Face Vine tribe within the Red Creek Lake of the Red Sky Dynasty?"

"Exactly!"

The demon clan cultivator regained his composure, looked at the black-clad elder’s departing figure, and spoke fervently, "If I’m not mistaken, this black-clad elder should also be one of the two Supreme Ancestors of the Tuoba Clan from eighty thousand years ago. He was a strong person of the Eternal Realm back then!"

Hiss!

All around, cultivators couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air.

Another character from eighty thousand years ago.

Appearing alive before their eyes once again!

This...

It’s a massive shock to everybody’s spiritual world!

"Anything requested is fulfilled; this Spirit Abyss Ghost River truly lives up to its name!"

The burly elder said excitedly.

A cultivator’s eyes sparkled, as if discovering a new continent, suddenly shouting excitedly, "Everyone, look! The white-haired elder drinking tea in the teahouse seems to be the Supreme Ancestor of the Imperial Supreme Sect from eighty thousand years ago..."

The crowd hurriedly looked toward the teahouse.

Among the crowd, a demon clan elder widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Yes, it should be him! And the colorful-clad elder across him is also an ancient Eternal Realm strong person from the Seven-colored Deer Clan of my demon clan from eighty thousand years ago!"

"Look! There’s one over here, from eighty thousand years ago, from the Red Fire God Sect..."

"There’s one over here too..."

"..."

Numerous cultivators busily identified many ancient figures from eighty thousand years ago on the street.

"It seems that since the Spirit Abyss Ghost River opened eighty thousand years ago, all who entered but didn’t return are living in Bliss City!"

A simple-clothed elder muttered, visibly excited and thrilled.

"Indeed! The Blood God Sect did not lie, the Spirit Abyss Ghost River did not deceive us!"

Another demon clan strong person laughed.

"Haha!"

The crowd was so stirred they couldn’t help laughing along.

Inside the teahouse.

The ancestor from Imperial Supreme Sect heard the laughter from the crowd, furrowing his brows initially but soon relaxing.

He lightly swayed, disappearing from the teahouse.

"I must say, you juniors are truly fortunate! In eighty thousand years, the Spirit Abyss Ghost River has only opened twice, and you’ve caught it!"

The Imperial Supreme ancestor stood before them with his hands behind his back, speaking nonchalantly.

The grey-clad elder stood in front, rubbed his hands, and smiled awkwardly, "Senior’s words are true, our luck is exceptionally good!"

"Bliss City, anything requested is fulfilled!"

The Imperial Supreme ancestor chuckled.

Suddenly, reaching out a hand, ripples appeared in the void. He thrust his hand in and drew out a sword the next moment.

The sword emitted an unimaginably terrifying aura, its quality astounding.

"Is this... God-level?"

The burly elder identified it for several seconds, then his pupils shrank, utterly startled.

With a casual grab, he pulled out a God-level Divine Sword.

What is going on?

Other cultivators from both the human and demon clans looked baffled witnessing this scene.

What exactly are these ripples?

Earlier, the Wine Sword Immortal Gu Changsheng’s wine gourd disappeared within the ripples; later, with a casual grab from afar, he retrieved another wine gourd out of the ripples.

The Imperial Supreme ancestor looked at the burly elder before him, smiling lightly, and said softly, "I just find you pleasing to the eye, so consider this sword a gift!"

Whoosh...

The Divine Sword was lightly tossed over.

The burly elder was momentarily surprised, clumsily catching it.

A God-tiered Sword, just given away?

Wasn’t this ancestor from the Imperial Supreme Sect a bit too generous?

Consider that throughout the Red Sky Dynasty, not a single God-tiered Sword exists!

Those cultivators who didn’t receive a God-tiered Sword eyed the burly elder peculiarly, their gazes intense.

"Are you envious?"

The Imperial Supreme ancestor looked at the crowd with a peaceful expression, hands behind his back, laughing carefreely.

The cultivators were rendered speechless.

In this moment, none dared to confess lightly.

After all.

Admitting envy recklessly would seem a bit ignorant, and risk disrespecting this elder.

"I’m envious!"

A middle-aged monster clan man struggled for a while, his face reddened, before finally uttering these three words.

"A true nature indeed, that’s how the demon clan is!"

The Imperial Supreme ancestor laughed heartily, quickly reaching out again, grabbing toward the void.

Ripples appeared once more.

When his hand withdrew from the ripples, another God-tiered Sword appeared in his grasp.

"Catch!"

The Imperial Supreme ancestor shouted, forcefully tossing the God-tiered Sword toward the monster clan big man.

"Senior, this sword, are you giving it to me?"

The monster clan big man scrambled to catch the God-tiered Sword, widened his eyes, and said incredulously.

"I’m in a good mood today, so I’m giving it to you..."

The Imperial Supreme ancestor laughed heartily.

"Senior, I’m envious too..."

"I’m envious..."

"..."

At that moment, numerous cultivators began to speak eagerly, one after the other.

Turns out—

Getting a God-tiered Sword was just this simple, requiring only a little confession of one’s inner desires.

"Now it’s too late to say, the opportunity was given earlier, haha..."

The Imperial Supreme ancestor laughed, his body flickering before vanishing.

The cultivators on the street regretted heartily.

In the back of the crowd.

Mu Qing also widened her eyes, muttering, "To casually hand out a God-tiered Sword, how incredible!"

"Don’t let the leaf block your view."

Ye Yun smiled lightly, swiftly touching Mu Qing’s eyelids with his fingertips.