Release of the fairyland blue bird, the witch said she couldn't stand it

Chapter 260 The Gradually Falling Holy Lord

[Tong Jincheng, the most affectionate man in Canglan, angrily criticizes Dao Yan Holy Lord: He'll end up with nothing after licking his boots!]

Even when mocked by the goddess as "worthless," the Holy Lord still brainwashed himself into believing that "beating is a sign of affection," and cried out in the dead of night, "I can wait for her for another five thousand years!"
[The Hundred Flowers Sect strongly supports Dao Yan Holy Lord: This is truly an unparalleled good man!]

(So ​​what if you can't have the one you love? As a male cultivator, this is how it should be. I don't mind being a bachelor for thousands of years for true love. Love—I won't settle!)
Seeing that it was about time, Master Xuanxiao exchanged a few polite words and then ended the live stream.

This live stream earned him hundreds of millions of spirit stones.

"Hahaha, Holy Lord, have you had your fun? If you have, let's go."

"Um"

The Daoist Saint Master, who was in a daze, trembled, and his mind returned to clarity.

"You must not divulge even a single word of what just happened!"

"That's natural."

"Alright." The Holy Lord nodded. "It's about time, let's..."

Master Xuanxiao immediately picked up where he left off:

"Let's go to the next game."

Dao Yan Saint Lord was taken aback:
"Aren't you going back to the sect after dinner?"

"Of course not. You've just come out of seclusion, this is nothing. We're going to show you the changes in the Spirit Continent."

After leaving Little Chef, the group headed straight to Niu Yishou, where they enjoyed barbecue and hot pot before gambling away at the card room.

Finally, we arrived at the seventh floor.

It rivals the paradise of bathing.

Looking at the imposing signboard before him, Dao Yan, the Holy Lord, with a milk tea in one hand and a spicy snack in the other, couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration:

"Comparable to the Immortal Bathing Capital? What a boastful tone! Even our Daoyan Holy Land wouldn't dare claim to be comparable to the immortals."

"Hehe, Holy Lord, remember this: no matter who it is, anyone with a bit of status or position who comes to Paradise will always end up in the Immortal Bathing City. Even the immortals here can't compare to the joy here."

"Even immortals can't compare? Heh, I don't believe it."

Dao Yan Saint Lord shook his head dismissively.

As the Holy Lord.

What scene has he not seen before?

Comparable to immortals?

While there is some spiritual energy here, it is extremely scarce.

How dare such a barren land claim to be comparable to immortality?

of course.

The alcohol I just drank, the cigarettes I smoked, the food I ate, and the skewers I ate.

He would agree that these things are "comparable to immortals".

Sometimes you have to admit it, it's really no wonder that disciples are so obsessed with these new-era products.

Even a holy ruler like him found it hard to control himself; he hadn't even finished playing Dou Dizhu (a card game) when he was pulled over here.

You do not believe?
These elders and protectors all wore expressions that were neither a smile nor a frown.

Correct.

It's right not to believe.

The cultivators who came for the first time didn't believe it, but unfortunately, some things about them were much more honest and unyielding than their words.

"Holy Lord, please?"

"please!"

As Dao Yan Saint Lord spoke, he calmly licked the spicy snack oil off his fingers.

Although I know it's not very good-looking.

But he felt that if he didn't lick the oil off his fingers, the bag of spicy strips wouldn't be "complete," and he always felt something was missing.

Moreover.

We who cultivate the Tao follow our hearts in everything we do. If he feels the urge to lick something, then he will lick it without any reservations.

Even if we take a step back and say that he's licked the troll's sister Yu's private parts, he wouldn't feel any psychological pressure if he just sucked on a finger.

Enter the lobby.

The Holy Lord shook his head.

Ordinary.

Receive your hand cards.

Shake his head again.

Disagree.

Enter the locker room.

The Holy Lord frowned.

Disgraceful to gentlemen.

"Isn't this a bathhouse? A public bathhouse at that. A soak in the Dao Yan Immortal Pool would be a million times more comfortable than here."

At this moment, the Venerable Xuanxiao, who was wrapped in a white bathrobe, did not explain, but silently lifted the curtain of the Supreme Passage.

Dao Yan Shengzhu was speechless.

On the high platform, dozens of fairies dressed in light gauze danced and sang to soothing music.

The interior of the bath is decorated in pure white and gilded colors, with twelve giant crystal chandeliers hanging from the dome, refracting starlight-like fragments of light.

The pool walls are carved from a single piece of white marble, and eight gem-encrusted lion head spouts continuously inject milky white mineral hot spring water.

The rising steam was mixed with a refreshing aroma.

Miniature wine coolers are embedded every five steps along the pool, containing compartments for preserving vintage champagne and caviar.

Crystal trays carrying milk tea and other food items float on a small, circular river encircling the bathtub, being delivered at a steady pace to each guest. In an instant...

The Holy Lord's expression flashed through shock, blankness, confusion, and ecstasy, before finally revealing a hint of anger.

In the end, all of the above turned into acceptance.

Only then did he realize with astonishment that he had lived for thousands of years without knowing that such a wonderful place existed in the world!
"Whoo~"

As I entered the pool, I casually scooped up a cup of milk tea and put it in my mouth.

Dao Yan Saint Lord felt that he had wasted the first half of his life.

At this moment, he also understood why Master Xuanxiao and the others' values ​​had changed so much.

Fighting and killing?

Exorcising demons and monsters?

May I ask?

What is the purpose of doing these things?
Daoyan Saint Lord admitted that he had previously subdued demons and defended the Dao entirely out of a desire for the pleasure of "showing off his sainthood in front of others".

Otherwise, why would they always choose crowded places to fight demons and monsters?

Why deliberately avoid remote, unknown mountains and forests?

Ultimately, it's all about vanity.

But times have changed. If you continue to fight and kill, you'll only be ridiculed as a "country cultivator."

Want to shine in front of the public? You can choose to become an internet celebrity.

The emotional value brought by fans is much more satisfying than anything like exorcising demons.

As for happiness?

For just a few spirit stones, you can experience a joy a hundred times greater than that of vanquishing demons.

At this moment, he was sipping milk tea and smoking, and every now and then he would open a bag of fragrant snacks to eat.

There were also dozens of fairies on the stage to please him.

Can even immortals compare?

Becoming an immortal seems to be just that simple.

Moreover, Dao Yan Saint Lord felt that there was probably no place like Paradise in the Immortal Realm.

Barbecue and hot pot are out of the question.

Having fought for the righteous path for thousands of years, it's time to enjoy myself.

Just as Dao Yan Saint Lord was relaxing in the pool, a fairy wearing black stockings and high heels walked over.

"Hello, distinguished guests, would you like to go up to the second floor?"

"superior."

Master Xuanxiao skillfully tightened his bathrobe around his waist, then made a move to get up and follow the fairy.

"By the way, is Fairy Number 8, the one with the jade feet, receiving guests?"

The woman in black stockings glanced at the messages in the work group and smiled apologetically.
"Sorry, number 8 is currently serving customers, and there's quite a long queue behind us."

"Ok."

Master Xuanxiao and the others were somewhat disappointed:

"I've always heard that the foot shape and technique of the No. 8 are unparalleled in the world. It's rumored that even the Great Vehicle Master couldn't last more than an incense stick's time. Unfortunately, I've never had the chance to experience it."

'Thump~ Thump~'

Dao Yan, the Holy Lord, splashed around in the water not far away, his eyes even more innocent than Ji Yan and the others when they first got their hands on a mobile phone:
"What's the second floor for? Is Number 8's cultivation level really that high?"

"cough!"

With a dry cough, Master Xuanxiao leaned close to Daoyan Saint Master's ear and mumbled an explanation.

The latter's expression immediately turned serious.

"what?!"

"I can't be bothered to comment on your eating, drinking, and having fun, but don't you think this behavior has crossed the line?"

"How can you be compared to ordinary cultivators? Can't you at least be mindful of your status when you're out in public? Don't forget, you represent the face of our Holy Land!"

To the end.

Dao Yan Saint Lord even looked the black-stockinged fairy in front of him up and down with disdain.

"How could a woman of such low social standing be worthy of your noble status? And although she is beautiful, she is not so beautiful that you would lose your composure, is she?"

"Shh!"

Elder Sun immediately covered Dao Yan Saint Lord's mouth tightly:

"Holy Lord! Words can be dangerous! As the Holy Lord, your public discrimination against certain professions is extremely damaging! As the saying goes, people laugh at poverty but not at prostitution. Besides, they don't steal or rob; they earn money through their own hard work, and there's nothing shameful about it!"

"Hmph!" The Holy Lord remained unmoved: "Go if you want, anyway, I will only love one person in my entire life!"

However, the fairy in black silk did not seem angry. Instead, she smiled and said:

"This distinguished guest has excellent taste, noticing that I am not very attractive, but I am not a hostess."

As she spoke, she took out her phone.

Open any one of the six currently unused fairy photos and hand it to Dao Yan Sheng Zhu's face:

"Look, this is the quality of our girl, isn't it? Just looking at her appearance, she's in no way inferior to some sect saintesses. In fact, in some ways, we're much more likable than saintesses."

"Dignified guest?"

"Are you listening, esteemed guest?"

"Hey? Why are you drooling, esteemed guest?"

Swallowing hard, the stunned Dao Yan Saint Master performed a backflip and leaped from the pool onto the shore.

(End of this chapter)