Asura Mad Emperor

Chapter 246 Seven Kills Linglong Pavilion

Upon hearing Qinchuan's words, Li Zhi's face showed a moment of bewilderment.

The Seven Kills Linglong Pavilion appeared to be just an ordinary restaurant, but he knew that wasn't the simple truth.

In reality, the Seven Kills Linglong Pavilion was also the world's foremost intelligence agency, from which one could purchase any piece of information, provided they could afford the price.

To be hailed as the best in the world, the power behind it must be astonishing. Since its establishment one hundred thousand years ago, it had branches all over the world, and it was rumored that even Great Emperors were seated within it.

Not to mention ordinary Sect Holy Lands, even the various Imperial Families had to show it some respect.

The pavilion was eight stories tall, from top to bottom, divided into Heaven-Earth Xuanhuang and Universe Primordial Wilderness, eight levels based on the visitors' status and strength.

The first floor of Linglong Pavilion was open to the public, the second floor catered to cultivators below the Spirit Martial realm, those above Spirit Martial but below the realm of Holy could enter the third floor of the pavilion, and only those who had reached the Holy's Realm could ascend to the fourth floor, which even Li Zhi, as the Eldest Prince of Tianyuan Ancient Kingdom, could only just manage to have access to the Yellow Pavilion.

As for the floors above the sixth, only those with strength above the Supreme Saint could qualify to enter.

Li Zhi curiously asked, "The Seven Kills Linglong Pavilion has been established for a hundred thousand years, and its backing power is incredibly mysterious. Brother Qin, how did you know its founder's name was Linglong?"

Bai Ruoxi frowned as if recalling something, saying, "I once heard from my teacher that the founder of the Seven Kills Linglong Pavilion was indeed named Yu Linglong, who was the youngest Empress of her time."

Having said this, Bai Ruoxi paused and glanced around to ensure no one else was within earshot, then continued in a lower voice, "However, Yu Linglong abdicated and vanished eighty thousand years ago, and since then, no one has seen her again. Rumors say she disappeared without a trace."

"Disappeared eighty thousand years ago?"

Qinchuan frowned and muttered to himself, thinking, "Again, eighty thousand years ago, with Wu Yong, the Prison Mountain drunk, and now Linglong, all disappearing without a trace. Could it be that those Great Emperors also vanished around that time?"

This thought prompted Qinchuan to ask, "What exactly happened eighty thousand years ago?"

Bai Ruoxi shook her head, indicating ignorance and said, "I only heard snippets from my teacher about a major event that took place eighty thousand years ago, but I didn't inquire about the specifics."

Qinchuan's doubts grew deeper.

Upon waking in this life, it seemed certain matters had gone beyond his expectations.

It appeared some events demanded thorough investigation.

Li Zhi wasn't interested in what had occurred eighty thousand years ago; he was still pondering over the Seven Kills Linglong Pavilion. He suddenly asked, "Brother Qin, Fairy Bai, you said Linglong is a name of a person, so what does the Seven Kills signify?"

Bai Ruoxi shook her head, indicating she did not know.

Qinchuan replied with a half-smile, "What if I told you that the Seven Kills refers to none other than myself, would you believe me?"

Bai Ruoxi and Li Zhi looked at each other, and after a long pause, Li Zhi laughed heartily and said, "Brother Qin really knows how to joke."

Just then, as the restaurant steward led several servants to serve the dishes, he overheard Qinchuan's comment. The smile on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a chill as he said sternly, "Young master, watch your words. If you continue to spout nonsense, do not blame the Seven Kills Linglong Pavilion for being inhospitable."

As he spoke, a surge of energy emanated from him, clearly from someone in the Myriad Manifestation Realm.

Qinchuan glanced at the steward, and considering that the man was protecting the reputation of the Pavilion, decided not to hold it against him. But inwardly, he mused, "Without Linglong to oversee it, it's true that the Linglong Pavilion has declined, for even the steward of the fifth floor is only in the Myriad Manifestation Realm."

If others knew of his thoughts, they would likely mock him mercilessly.

Knowing Qinchuan's temperament and worrying that he might clash with the Seven Kills Linglong Pavilion, Li Zhi quickly tried to smooth things over with a forced smile and profuse apologies.

The steward saw that Qinchuan remained silent and took it for fear, thus dropping the matter.

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After eating and drinking their fill, the three companions descended the stairs.

Just as everyone had reached the second floor, a commotion suddenly erupted from the hall.

"Damn it, what kind of dishes are these, why do they taste so bad, where's the manager, get your ass over here."

The noise drew the attention of the people around, and the speaker was seen to be a black-robed, cold-looking young man, emanating an aura of malevolence that made others quite uncomfortable.

In front of him sat an elder also in a black robe, with a scar across his face, his entire demeanor as sharp as a sword, revealing a menacing edge.

"Whoa, who is this guy? Has he eaten the courage of a lion and the heart of a leopard? How dare he come to the Exquisite Pavilion and make trouble?"

"Don't know, but he looks kind of familiar."

Qinchuan and his two companions paused in their steps, observing the drama at the center of the room. Qinchuan judged who they were from the aura of the two men, and with a slight raise of his eyebrows, said in a low voice, "Interesting, even two little mice dare to come here and cause trouble."

At that moment, the steward of the Exquisite Pavilion's second floor came out from the inner hall, his face bearing a smile, and said apologetically, "I am Qian Er, the steward of the second floor. If you have any dissatisfaction with the dishes of the Exquisite Pavilion, feel free to tell me, and our pavilion will surely make improvements."

The black-robed youth snorted coldly, picked up a soup spoon, stirred the soup in the jade bowl, and scolded, "Just look at this Tianxuan Beast Blood Soup. Do you call this Tianxuan beast blood? Could it be that you're deceiving this young master with chicken or duck blood?"

"Also, that dish called 'Hundred Birds Adoring the Phoenix' of yours might need a name change. I think 'Hundred Chickens Adoring the Phoenix' would be more appropriate."

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After saying that, he shook his head again, "Ah no, it shouldn't be called 'Adoring the Phoenix', rather 'Hundred Chickens Crowing together' suits better."

"Oh, and I've heard that the pavilion master of your Exquisite Pavilion is a beautiful lady. Call her down to accompany this young master for a drink and then it's all good."

Upon hearing this, Qian Er understood that they were there to cause trouble and said, "Audacious scoundrel, you dare to come to the Seven Kills Exquisite Pavilion and cause a disturbance!"

Saying so, the aura of a Spirit Martial Nine Layers Cultivator burst forth from his body and pressed down upon the two black-robed men.

The next moment, the scar-faced elder, who had not spoken until then, snorted coldly, "Hmph, even a mere Spirit Martial dares to pressure me."

With a great wave of his hand, Qian Er staggered back three steps in response.

"A holy one!"

Qian Er's eyes sharpened as he thought, "A holy one should be on the fourth floor, but now appearing on the second floor indicates that they have come prepared."

The black-robed youth, seeing that Qian Er had fallen silent and was probably waiting for reinforcements, remained unafraid and continued, "I have heard that the Seven Kills Exquisite Pavilion of Tianqing City is the main pavilion, and above the eight pavilions of the Heaven-Earth Xuanhuang and Primordial Wilderness, there is a ninth level called the Divine Pavilion which never opens to outsiders. This young master is quite curious to see what exactly the Divine Pavilion looks like."

The black-robed youth deliberately said to the scar-faced elder, "Elder Yuan, why don't we go take a look at that ninth level today?"

Though Qian Er was no match for them, he was not afraid and retorted coldly, "The Divine Pavilion is the most sacred place of our Exquisite Pavilion, it is not a place for two little mice to enter."

The scar-faced elder's face turned frosty upon hearing this, and he barked, "Seeking death!"

With that, he swept out a hand, and a surge of black qi burst forth, with a black tiger, both corporeal and ethereal, pouncing straight towards Qian Er.

Just as the tiger, a product of Divine Skills, was about to engulf Qian Er with its massive jaws, an unexpected change occurred.