Chapter 1395: Chapter 869: Conversation_2 Chapter 1395: Chapter 869: Conversation_2 This was just what was laid out in the open, for them to feel, but what’s hidden beneath is probably beyond imagination.

As a disciple of an Immortal Emperor, it wouldn’t be too rare for a Quasi-Immortal Emperor; even if there is none now, there will surely be one in the future.

In this village, some individuals with heavenly talents are extremely exaggerated, even in the eyes of someone with an Innate Tao Fetus like him.

And now, an old man with such strength, who does not present himself with any remarkable dress or appearance, is walking toward them, for reasons unknown.

It definitely isn’t a coincidence.

No Origin could feel that the other party was deliberately coming in their direction, with them being the destination.

However, seeing the old man’s benevolent face, the wisdom and indifference in his eyes, aged by time, and his calm and composed demeanor, No Origin was somewhat at a loss.

“Our guests, the Adult is currently waiting for you two in the back mountain guest pavilion!”

As expected, just as No Origin’s thought settled, Old man Lin’s voice rang out, and he approached the trio.

“Thank you, Village Chief!”

As No Origin thought, Ye Fan and Willow God had, of course, already noticed Old man Lin’s arrival.

But since Old man Lin was still on the way, they couldn’t rashly appear in front of him, as that would seem too eager,
so they had no choice but to act as if nothing had happened, waiting for Old man Lin to come over and take the initiative to speak.

“Village Chief?” Hearing Cruel Man and Ye Fan address the old man, No Origin’s eyes shifted, surprised.

Such a colossal village, with an Immortal Emperor present, considered an unprecedented power, the village chief should be at the level of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor if not a Supreme Giant. Shouldn’t the old man, who wasn’t even a Great Emperor, not be in line for the position?!

To appoint someone who can’t achieve immortality as the village chief…

Could it be that a new village chief is chosen partway through?

In the mundane world, this is not impossible, but for such a supreme power that could suppress everything in this space and time, a vitally important position like the village chief would generally be permanent.

Of course, these are just thoughts he wouldn’t voice,
however, Ye Fan seemed to notice the confusion in No Origin’s heart and transmitted with divine thoughts: “Village Chief Lin and his progeny are those who followed The Master of Liu Village from the earliest days…”

The rest of the statement was left unsaid, but the intended message was clear: though The Master of Liu Village is supremely powerful, unmatched in heaven and earth, he still cherishes old attachments.

No Origin was startled, and Jiang Hui rose even higher in his esteem, becoming faultless.

This behavior is akin to a man in the mundane world who, after becoming a marquis or prime minister, still does not forget his wife from his days of poverty.

Not everyone can do this.

Following behind Old man Lin, they walked along the cobblestone pathway, and after an unknown distance, an elegantly simple pavilion suddenly appeared before the trio.

To call it a pavilion was an understatement; it was much larger than an actual pavilion, more like a palace, except that it was built in an open-air style without any walls to cover the space.

At this moment,
right in the center of the pavilion, in front of neatly arranged stone seats, sat a figure, mannered as one would sit with a Big Ma Golden Knife.

The person had a tall stature, upright and graceful, not leisurely, head lowered, focusing on the tea in hand.

Every movement exuded an indescribable elegance.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light on the man’s face, revealing an unparalleled countenance–
Handsome and extraordinary, his brows and eyes filled with profound wisdom and a dispassionate air, as if all the matters of the world could not disturb his heart, only the lingering aroma of tea was his companion.

Upon seeing this figure, No Origin’s expression immediately turned unprecedentedly solemn.

Although he did not recognize the face, the snow-like fairness told him instantly who this person was–
The Master of Liu Village!

That unimaginable being.

With his own power, he suppressed a Phantom Immortal Emperor and three Mysterious Quasi-Emperors, a peerless powerhouse from an era long gone.

“Brother Jiang of the Dao!”

“Fellow Daoist!”

Upon seeing Jiang Hui, Ye Fan and Emperor Merciless burst into laughter, then quickly walked forward and greeted Jiang Hui with clasped fists and a bow.

“Greetings to you both, Fellow Daoists!”

Jiang Hui returned the gesture with a bow, a smile on his face.

“It’s been so long since we last met, yet Fellow Daoist still retains his charisma,” Emperor Merciless commented with an understated tone.

“Not at all!” Jiang Hui laughed, yet he felt somewhat puzzled; Emperor Merciless’s personality should be rather cold and reserved, not prone to such talkativeness; this was indeed like the sun rising from the west.

“Brother Jiang, as time swiftly passes, the world has transformed immensely. When I reflect on our days in Liu Village, it indeed feels like a lifetime ago,” Ye Fan sighed, a glint of reminiscence in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Jiang Hui’s lips: “You flatter me, Brother Ye. It was our honor that Liu Village could serve as a sanctuary for your cultivation. Seeing both of your cultivation levels surpass the past fills me with joy.”

Ye Fan waved his hand, laughing: “What are you talking about, Brother Jiang? Compared to you, what is our little progress worth? Besides, if it weren’t for your blessed land, we wouldn’t have reached the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm so soon.”

“Brother Jiang, speaking of which, we still have to thank you for your care back in the day,” said Ye Fan suddenly, his eyes filled with gratitude.

During their time in Liu Village, he and Emperor Merciless found unprecedented peace and solace, which greatly benefited their cultivation.

One must know that back then, they were exhausted from daily battles against the dark and bizarre forces on the highland, a true test of mind and body that even two such vigorous individuals found challenging to endure.

Emperor Merciless also chimed in: “Brother Jiang, you need not be modest. It may be trivial for you, but for us, it was akin to a stroke of fate.

To be able to meet again is also part of destiny’s design!”

Jiang Hui kept a calm exterior, but a warm current surged in his heart: “You are too kind, Fellow Daoists. Seeing that your cultivation has flourished, I too am greatly comforted!”

“Right, this is No Origin…” Finally, Ye Fan remembered the No-Origin Emperor who had been eagerly watching their conversation.

Upon hearing this, No-Origin quickly stepped forward and respectfully saluted: “Senior Jiang, I am No-Origin, and have long admired your great name. Being blessed to meet you today is like a fortune of three lifetimes.”

For him, Jiang Hui was not only of extraordinary strength, but also from a bygone era, truly warranting the respect of a senior.

Jiang Hui nodded slightly, with no pretense.

His gaze lingered on No-Origin, as if sizing something up, and after a moment, he chuckled and spoke: “Brother No-Origin, I’ve long heard of your renown. Seeing you today, indeed, the reputation is well-deserved. Please, take a seat, let’s chat.”

“Senior has heard of me before?” Now it was No-Origin’s turn to express his surprise.

Jiang Hui simply smiled without replying.

The three seated themselves in turn, while Old Man Lin stood to the side, serving tea. Jiang Hui personally poured a cup for each, the aroma of the tea fragrant and refreshing, soothing both mind and spirit.

No-Origin took his place on a stone bench as instructed while Ye Fan and Emperor Merciless exchanged a glance. Then, with Ye Fan speaking earnestly, he said to Jiang Hui: “Brother Jiang, besides catching up, we also have an important matter for which we wish to express our gratitude.”

Jiang Hui raised an eyebrow slightly, indicating for Ye Fan to continue.

Ye Fan took a deep breath and proceeded: “That year, when the Phantom Immortal Emperor suddenly attacked, Emperor Huang Tian… almost faced a calamity. Thankfully, at the critical moment, it was Brother Jiang who stepped forward and saved Emperor Huang Tian. We hold this kindness deep in our hearts.”

Emperor Merciless nodded in agreement: “Indeed. Brother Jiang’s intervention not only saved Emperor Huang Tian but also bought us precious time. We are eternally grateful for this grand favor.”

After hearing this, Jiang Hui merely smiled faintly and waved his hand: “You overstate the matter. Emperor Huang Tian is someone I watched grow up. How could I ignore his crisis? Besides, I am also one of his elders, so it was only right for me to assist.”

After hearing this, Jiang Hui merely smiled faintly and waved his hand: “You overstate the matter. Emperor Huang Tian is someone I watched grow up. How could I ignore his crisis?