Chapter 137: Barefoot Uncle

The arrival of the Six Sacred Sect envoys in Saint Remains City unquestionably became the biggest topic in the city these past few days. All the proud talents from various factions were excited and eagerly awaiting, knowing the formidable reputation of the Six Sacred Sects in this world. If one could enter and cultivate there, it would truly be a massive leap forward for anyone.

After all, the Six Sacred Sects were immensely powerful; they were the masters of this world. In their eyes, even this vast continent was just a remote corner.

However, after arriving in Saint Remains City, the envoys of the Six Sacred Sects did not reveal themselves. It was said that even within the City Lord's Mansion, City Lord Xiao Tianluo could not meet them whenever he wished.

The disparity in status between the two sides was simply too great.

Even though they were just envoys, they were not comparable to a mere city lord.

Although the Six Sacred Sect envoys had not appeared, this did not prevent the atmosphere in the city from gradually heating up. At the very least, everyone knew that with the envoys' arrival, the opening of the Saint Remains Domain was drawing near.

Zhou Yuan, these past few days, had not concerned himself with the arrival of the envoys. This was because all his thoughts were dedicated to studying third-grade Origin Runes.

With his almost obsessive study, he had gradually gained an initial grasp of the third-grade Origin Runes that Yaoyao had taught him.

By this time, five days had passed since the Six Sacred Sect envoys arrived in Saint Remains City.

In a restaurant on the first floor of the Prodigy Tower.

Zhou Yuan sat alone by the window. Yaoyao had been pulled away again by Luoluo and Zuoqiu Qingyu.

He had been immersed in the third-grade Origin Runes for an entire day again. Now he could take the opportunity to rest.

After taking a couple of sips of the restaurant's wine, Zhou Yuan shook his head in dissatisfaction. Having spent so much time with Yaoyao, he had become exceptionally particular about wine.

So he thought for a moment and took out a jade bottle from his Qiankun Pouch. These were fine wines he had collected for Yaoyao, and now he could secretly sample some himself.

So Zhou Yuan drank alone, and his tense mind slowly relaxed.

The intense, almost sleepless cultivation these past days was, at its core, truly due to the pressure from Wu Huang. If the lead Wu Huang had built over the years could be so easily surpassed, it would be too simplistic.

"Even though my Spirit has now reached the late Void Realm, if I were to encounter Wu Huang, I still wouldn't stand a chance." Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered slightly. "Of course, if I used the power of the Silver Shadow, I might be able to put up a fight, but that would be the worst-case scenario. Once I use the Silver Shadow, I don't know how long I would be unconscious, and in a place like the Saint Remains Domain, prolonged unconsciousness would undoubtedly be a path to death."

"It seems I must find an opportunity in the Saint Remains Domain to break through to the Heavenly Pass Realm." Zhou Yuan's thoughts churned.

As Zhou Yuan was deep in thought, he suddenly noticed a movement beside him. He looked up to see a middle-aged man sitting in front of him. The man was slovenly dressed, barefoot, and held a smoking pipe in his hand, from which blue smoke billowed.

He looked like an old farmer who had just come from the fields.

At this moment, he was staring longingly at the fine wine in the jade bottle on Zhou Yuan's table. He chuckled dryly, "Kid, your wine isn't bad."

Zhou Yuan was taken aback, unable to figure out the background of this barefoot middle-aged man. He couldn't sense much Origin Qi fluctuation from the man either.

However, he was not a stingy person. Seeing the man's eager expression, he smiled and pushed the jade bottle toward him.

The old farmer-like man quickly took it, poured himself a cup, took a sip, and his face was filled with delight.

"Good, good."

"If you like it, Uncle, it's yours," Zhou Yuan said with a smile.

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up immediately. He said delightedly, "Then thank you, kid."

He took a sip of wine, then picked up his pipe and took a deep puff. Immediately, thick, pungent smoke billowed out, causing all the surrounding prodigies to frown.

"Kid, the way others are looking at you isn't right," the slovenly middle-aged man said, enjoying his smoke.

Zhou Yuan glanced around. The prodigies from various factions were indeed looking at him as if he were a dead man. He knew it was because the enmity between him and Wu Huang had gradually spread.

In their eyes, for someone in the Qi Nourishing Realm to have an enemy like Wu Huang undoubtedly meant he already had one foot in the grave.

"Wu Huang?" The middle-aged uncle seemed to have heard that name as well. He immediately looked at Zhou Yuan with sympathy and said, "Then you truly are a bit pathetic..."

Zhou Yuan smiled indifferently. He was clearly used to this reaction.

However, the middle-aged uncle quickly leaned closer and whispered, "Also, I've heard some news. The Saint Palace envoy of the Six Sacred Sects has already met Wu Huang and is very satisfied with him. As long as Wu Huang distinguishes himself in the Saint Remains Domain this time, he will be accepted into the Saint Palace and become a Saint Palace disciple."

"Saint Palace?"

Zhou Yuan's heart trembled slightly at this. By now, he had some understanding of the so-called Six Sacred Sects. It was said that the Saint Palace was the most powerful faction among the Six Sacred Sects currently.

He hadn't expected that the Saint Palace envoy had already met Wu Huang...

Zhou Yuan's eyes flickered, then settled into calmness. He stared at the slovenly uncle in front of him and asked, "Uncle, do you work in the City Lord's Mansion?"

These pieces of information were not known to outsiders. Likely, only those in the City Lord's Mansion would have some vague knowledge.

The slovenly uncle smiled, continued to drink the fine wine, and puffed on his pipe, exhaling swirling blue smoke. At the same time, he squinted at Zhou Yuan and said, "So, kid, if you want revenge, the Saint Remains Domain might be your last chance."

Zhou Yuan nodded, saying nothing more.

"I'll take this wine with me; I'll savor it," the slovenly uncle said with a grin, tucking the jade bottle into his sleeve. He took a puff from his pipe, looked at Zhou Yuan, and added, "Kid, tomorrow is when the Saint Remains Domain opens. Someone is rooting for you, so you better do well. It would be quite awkward if you don't perform well."

Zhou Yuan was startled and felt a bit confused. This uncle seemed to have a hidden meaning in his words, and how did he know the exact time the Saint Remains Domain would open?

"Who exactly are you?" Zhou Yuan asked, frowning.

The slovenly uncle did not answer him, but merely waved his hand. He then slowly walked away, exhaling smoke and showing his bare feet.

Zhou Yuan was filled with doubt. This barefoot uncle seemed not as simple as he appeared.

However, he didn't dwell on it further. After sitting alone for a while, he got up and returned to his room.

Not long after he returned to his room, news spread, shaking the entire Saint Remains City.

The Saint Remains Domain will open tomorrow!

In his room, Zhou Yuan was stunned after hearing this news. What the slovenly uncle had said was actually true... So, who exactly was he?