Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

The cold wind on the streets was comparable to the hustle and bustle of the capital during the day. The capital was very quiet at night. The New Year was getting closer and closer. People started to buy new year goods. They were ready to welcome the arrival of a new year.    

It was already midnight, and most of the people had already fallen asleep, except for the small pub at the end of the street that was still lit up.    

In the tavern, the manager was settling accounts at the counter. A little girl with braids was carefully holding a tray with both hands, and on the tray were several wine flasks that were filled with wine.    

When the wine was being distilled, the first pot of wine contained impurities. Therefore, the merchants who made the wine would throw the pot away. And the second pot after that, because the first pot of wine had already taken away a lot of impurities, therefore, the taste was usually mellow and rich, and the taste was strong. This was the second pot of wine that was produced in Beijing.    

In the pub, there were a few mysterious people in black sitting by the table. In front of each of them was a big bowl of dumplings.    

They took the wine pot from the little girl and didn't take the wine cups. After eating a dumpling, they took a sip of the wine from the pot. Erguotou was indeed worthy of being called a strong liquor. After the few burly men drank it in one gulp, immediately, they felt that after the wine entered their throats, it was like a line of fire that went from their throats to their stomachs. Their entire bodies became warm.    

"Good wine."    

A big man with sideburns heavily placed the wine pot on the table and shouted at the manager. That voice was as loud as a bell, scaring the little girl who was wiping the table.    

The manager of the tavern seemed to enjoy the praise of the customers. He laughed and asked, "Dear guests, I assume you are foreigners? “    

The big man looked at the innkeeper curiously and asked, "Yes, but how did you know?"    

" This wine is called Erguotou. It has a few hundred years of history in the capital. Even a three year old child would know the reputation of this wine. "    

As the shopkeeper spoke, his expression was quite pleased with himself. It seemed that Erguotou was a great treasure to him.    

"That makes sense. "    

The big man gave the shopkeeper a thumbs up and laughed." Not bad. This is good wine. It can bear the reputation. "    

As he spoke, the burly man picked up the wine jug again and took another sip.    

" Old dragon, stop talking. "    

A scholar sitting at the side had an unhappy expression as he lightly called out to the large man. The large man seems to be very afraid of the scholar, after hearing the words of the scholar, he no longer speaks, only lowering his head and drinking wine and eating dumplings.    

As for the matter of the few people, the innkeeper of the tavern didn't have much interest in it. He looked out the window, and saw that the street was pitch black. It seemed a little deserted. Although it was close to the New Year, there was no moon or stars in the sky. The street was covered with a thick layer of snow. Although the shopkeeper's house was not too far away, but later, he still had to bring the little girl home.    

The shopkeeper thought for a moment and took out a thick coat. He handed it to the little girl who had already tidied up the table and was sitting by the counter playing with the abacus bead.    

In such a short blink of an eye, when the shopkeeper raised his head again, he found that the few men who were drinking just now had already finished eating.    

"Shopkeeper, this wine is not bad. Come again another day. "    

The bearded man said loudly to the manager and took out a black cloak somewhere. It covered his whole body. Something flew out from under the cloak and flew towards the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch it.    

He took a closer look and found that it was a shiny gold ingot. When he raised his head again, the few people who had been standing in the shop earlier had actually disappeared without a trace.    

"As expected of the Immortal Master. Such means can really be called the fortune of the gods. “    

The shopkeeper sighed with emotion. He placed the lamp cover on the oil lamp beside him. For a moment, the tavern became much darker.    

" Little bastard, let's go. "    

The shopkeeper called out to the little girl beside him and walked towards the backyard with the oil lamp in his hand.    

In the sky above the capital, compared to the ground, the wind here was much stronger. In the place where the biting cold wind blew, there were a few black-clothed people floating there.    

"Is our destination in front of us?"    

One of the men in black asked. Everyone was looking at the prison in the capital.    

The man who had just spoken hesitated for a moment. He turned around to look at the man standing in front of them and asked again, "Kuan Shu, are you sure we can succeed this time?"    

"I don't know either."    

The man in the lead shook his head and said, "But we didn't succeed twenty years ago. This time, I will try my best to complete it. Our leader is currently imprisoned in Imperial Prison. As long as we can save him, our success rate will increase quite a bit."    

"Is that so?"    

Someone said with doubt. Compared to Kuan Shu's firm tone, a little less confidence. Twenty years ago, the spectral cultivator had invaded the Great Wei and tried to seize power to strengthen his own strength. Because of this matter, almost all the experts of the Great Wei had moved out. As for the ghost cultivators, their vitality was also greatly damaged.    

Twenty years later, during the period when the Great Wei's new and old imperial power alternated, the spectral cultivators had once again made a comeback.    

"Old Guan, why are you so long-winded? Since we are here, we will definitely follow you. Right now, the Imperial Prison is right in front of us. Just tell us if you want it or not!"    

The burly man who had praised Erguotou in the tavern spoke, his voice still loud and clear.    

"Old Dragon, it has been so many years. You are still as impatient as ever."    

Kuan Shu looked at the man helplessly. His tone was calm but firm as he said to the crowd, "Let's do it."    

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.    

Dozens of people were surrounded by black Qi. They flew towards the prison in the capital.    

There were people who looked like the gates of hell were opened, and there were countless miserable looking evil spirits that flew out. They let out sharp and piercing howls, which echoed throughout the entire capital.    

Boundless ghostly qi spread out and merged with the pitch-black night sky. It was as if they were declaring who the true ruler of the night was.    

At that moment, countless people in the capital felt the chilly ghostly qi and woke up from their dreams.    

On top of the prison, there were many soldiers guarding it day and night. At this time, they had already been summoned by the ghost cultivators. Although these people all had excellent weapons in their hands, when faced with evil ghosts, they were helpless.    

A soldier held a long sword and aimed it at the disgusting head of the evil ghost. But it directly passed through the body of the evil ghost. The evil ghost let out a scream and opened its mouth that was filled with sharp fangs. It bit down on the soldier's neck.