Dual Cultivator Reborn [System In The Cultivation World] Chapter 1012: a mysterious man

Yohan settled himself at an unoccupied table, and Lucine soon joined him. The moment they were seated, however, a collective murmur swept through the inn. All eyes swiveled toward them, faces frozen in expressions of sheer terror, as if confronted by death itself.

Lucine noticed the abrupt shift in atmosphere, but to his astonishment, Yohan seemed entirely unfazed. He was already deep in examination of the menu, though after a brief scan, he emitted a prolonged, somewhat dejected sigh. The establishment offered a wide array of liquors, yet Yohan admitted to himself that he recognized none of the names. He harbored doubts about ordering something unpalatable that might spoil his newfound good mood.

After a period of thought, he beckoned to a waitress standing a short distance away. Yohan intended to request the finest liquor the inn possessed, along with some accompanying dishes. The woman, already visibly frightened, froze the instant she realized Yohan's gaze was fixed upon her.

"What is wrong with this woman?" Lucine demanded, his voice laced with indignation. He was incensed that she was disregarding Yohan's summons, remaining motionless as if paralyzed. The other staff members exhibited similar peculiar behavior; none dared approach the table to take an order. Meanwhile, the other patrons continued their urgent whispers, their gazes fixed firmly on that particular table.

‘Could it be that these individuals recognize me? Perhaps that is the reason for her reaction,’ Yohan mused. He pondered whether his decision to come here had been a misstep. He considered that perhaps he should have ventured further from River Shore City; with his incredible speed, traversing hundreds of miles in mere moments would have been effortless.

‘These wretches… I ought to teach them a lesson…,’ Lucine growled, but Yohan held up a hand to halt him. He had no intention of instigating conflict; his sole desire was to drink to his heart's content. Yohan felt a sense of tranquility today and was in no mood to end any lives—certainly not those of these trembling women.

Abruptly, an elderly man hurried towards their table. He regarded Yohan with a countenance etched with dread, his body slick with a cold sweat. His heart pounded so ferociously it sounded as if he had just completed a grueling marathon.

"Young master, you must vacate this table while the opportunity remains… You have committed an act you should never have undertaken!" he stammered, imploring Yohan to depart. Yohan maintained his calm and composed demeanor despite the old man's agitated warnings.

"Are you implying this table is already claimed?" Yohan inquired, his expression one of pure, guileless innocence. Lucine felt an icy sensation creep up his spine at that look. He wondered who in their right mind would dare to oppose Yohan, even if a mistake had been made. This man was a veritable powerhouse, whose name was known throughout the region; he had already earned both reverence and fear due to his actions against the Great Clans.

"No, that is not the case. This table remains perpetually empty. No one is permitted to sit here save for one individual!" the proprietor responded, inwardly berating his staff for their negligence in allowing Yohan to be seated without challenge.

"That individual, you say…" Yohan murmured.

"If you wish to preserve your life, please depart this establishment immediately. Flee the Northern Region entirely! Judging by your attire, you bear the mark of noble lineage—a foreigner, most likely. I desire no bloodshed within my inn, so I implore you, simply leave…" the old man pleaded, his face a tableau of sheer terror. Lucine was nearing his limit, forced to endure the old man's incessant rambling. He felt an urge to inflict pain upon anyone who dared address a person standing at the apex of power in such a manner—a terrifying entity capable of single-handedly crushing any established clan.

He cast a glance at Yohan, recalling the prohibition against acting without explicit consent. Yohan's expression remained unaltered; he was still restraining Lucine.

"You are the proprietor of this inn, are you not?" Yohan asked, his voice steady and utterly unaffected by the owner's burgeoning panic.

"Indeed, I am the owner. Now, I beseech you, depart!" the old man cried out. Had it been any other person, the owner might have attempted to forcibly remove them, but Yohan radiated an aura befitting a high-ranking noble or a formidable cultivator—an individual whom a man in a humble city such as this could ill afford to offend.

"Very well, Mr. Owner, procure the finest spirits from your establishment. And include some side dishes. I find myself quite famished."

"…"

An oppressive, suffocating silence descended upon the entirety of the inn. Yohan commanded everyone's undivided attention, and the patrons watched the unfolding spectacle with bated breath. The old man could only stare, dumbfounded.

"Young master…" the old man began, making another attempt to confront him, but Yohan interjected before he could finish his sentence.

"You don’t need to worry about my well-being, old man. The only thing you should worry about is serving me good liquor and food to my liking!" Yohan declared. His tone had shifted sharply. Lucine’s heart thumped wildly as he sensed something sinister—a fleeting, frightening killing intent that vanished as quickly as it appeared. Only someone of Lucine’s advanced cultivation could have detected such a thing. He swallowed nervously. " My well-being is not your concern, old man. Your only job is to provide me with excellent liquor and food that suits my taste!" Yohan said, his tone changing drastically. Lucine's heart pounded as he sensed a terrifying killing intent, which was present for only a second before vanishing. It was only detectable by someone of Lucine’s high cultivation. He swallowed in nervousness. The old man found himself in a dilemma, gazing at Yohan with pity while inwardly cursing the youth for his obstinance. He turned to fetch the liquor, intending to get rid of the bothersome youth, but before he could move, his entire body stiffened. A voice resonated from the inn’s entrance. The old man’s face turned ghastly pale, his soul seemingly leaving his body. He slowly turned his head toward the source of the sound. There, standing at the doorway, was a man accompanied by several beautiful women. At that very moment, the patrons inside the inn began to rise, one by one. "He has arrived... that monster is here. I am finished," the old man whispered, collapsing onto his knees, his expression devoid of all hope. Emulating the old man, every person within the inn dropped to their knees, too afraid to even glance in the direction of the newly arrived man.