Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

Zheng Yanfeng was stunned for a moment.

He hadn’t expected Chen Yan to ask him about some waiter.

Because a mere waiter in a gambling den, even for someone like Zheng Yanfeng, was completely just an insignificant little character, not worthy of the slightest attention.

Why ask him about this?

Zheng Yanfeng quickly snapped back to his senses, desperately searching his mind for the waiter’s face, then revealing a troubled expression.

“Sorry, Chief Disciple Chen, I truly don’t know that waiter, I have no impression of him at all.”

In the end, Zheng Yanfeng could only answer like this.

“Hmm.”

Chen Yan nodded.

Originally, he hadn’t held much high expectation for these guys anyway.

However, these cheating, swindling bastards had indeed provided Chen Yan with a reason to pick a fight in this gambling den.

“There’s one last thing.”

Chen Yan said.

“Please speak, Chief Disciple Chen.”

“Do not reveal my true identity to anyone. Once my identity is leaked, all three of you will die. Understood?”

Chen Yan threatened.

“Understood, understood, Chief Disciple Chen!”

Cui Mao and the others pleaded for mercy one after another.

It was time to make the most of the situation.

Chen Yan suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the collar of Zhu Xing beside him, and threw him towards the direction of the private room’s main door.

This shifty-eyed guy shot out like a javelin, smashing the private room’s main door to pieces, and only came to a stop after sliding several zhang across the ground.

The huge commotion drew the sidelong glances of many people in the gambling den.

Then, Chen Yan grabbed one in each hand, dragging Cui Mao and Zheng Yanfeng from the private room across the ground, and strode to outside the private room door, throwing the two recently quite famous Qi Circulation Realm cultivators in Taiyun City onto the ground.

“Damn it, trying to play tricks on me?”

Chen Yan stood in the inner area of the gambling den, cursing loudly.

“Immortal Master, please calm your anger, calm down, what’s going on here?”

Soon, a slightly older gambling den waiter came forward, standing beside Chen Yan, hurriedly speaking in a flattering manner.

The slightly older gambling den waiter, of course, recognized the three people thrown on the ground by the young Immortal Master before him: Mister Cui, Mister Zhu, and Mister Zheng.

These three were quite close to Manager Zhao in the gambling den, and the waiter had naturally heard that these three often did some shady things in the gambling den, usually targeting young Immortal Masters whose skills weren’t very high.

But this time, it seemed they had somehow suddenly kicked an iron plate.

“These bastards teamed up to scam my spirit stones. I won’t talk to you, hurry up and get your manager here!”

Chen Yan said.

“Immortal Master, please calm your anger, I’ll go find the Third Young Master right away to handle this matter for you.”

The slightly older gambling den waiter quickly said, then turned and hurried away from the scene without looking back.

He was afraid this young Immortal Master would vent his anger on him.

For these cultivators, his worthless life wasn’t even worth a fart. Who knows, if he said the wrong thing, he might get slapped into a meat paste on the spot.

Life is precious, better let the Third Young Master handle this mess.

Not long after, that slightly chubby young man quickly rushed into the inner area of the gambling den with great urgency. His gaze first swept over Cui Mao and the others lying on the ground, his expression tightening slightly, then he looked up and smiled towards Chen Yan’s direction:

“What’s going on here, Fellow Daoist Yan, why such a big temper?”

“They teamed up to scam me. I must ask Third Young Master to give me an explanation.”

Chen Yan said.

“It’s crowded here. Could Fellow Daoist Yan please give me some face and speak inside a private room?”

Huang Hongtao said with a cupped fist salute.

Having this kind of incident happen in the gambling den was truly bad for business.

“What about these people then?”

Chen Yan added.

“You will definitely receive a satisfactory answer, Fellow Daoist Yan.”

Chen Yan nodded, barely agreeing.

Then he followed behind Huang Hongtao, walking towards the direction of the private rooms deep in the inner area.

Standing before the door of this private room, Third Young Master Huang lightly knocked twice on the door.

“Who is it?”

A rather steady voice came from inside the private room.

“Father, Senior Zhao.”

Huang Hongtao spoke:

“There’s a fellow daoist here who encountered a minor dispute in the gambling den. Hongtao is unable to handle it, so I brought him here to discuss it with Father and Senior Zhao.”

Three Qi Circulation Realm cultivators connected to Zhao Wuying were being rubbed into the dirt in the gambling den. With Huang Hongtao’s mere early-stage Body Forging Realm cultivation, he truly had no way to handle it.

“Come in.”

Another person’s voice came from inside the private room.

Third Young Master Huang pushed open the private room door, then stood sideways at the doorway, gesturing for Chen Yan to enter first.

Chen Yan didn’t stand on ceremony either, lifting his leg and stepping into the private room before him.

Then Huang Hongtao behind him quietly closed the private room door.

Inside this private room in the gambling den’s inner area, two people sat on armchairs beside a tea table.

One of them wore a light blue daoist robe half-draped over a brown long gown, his hair graying, looking about sixty years old, with features somewhat similar to Third Young Master Huang behind Chen Yan.

Presumably, this was the current head of Taiyun City’s Huang Family, Huang Renqiu.

The other wore a nearly black, dark green daoist robe, his gaze sharp, his whole body exuding an arrogance like that of a superior.

As for this person, he should be the backer the Huang Family found for the gambling den, Zhao Wuying.

“How should I address this young friend?”

Zhao Wuying sized up Chen Yan twice, then said.

Chen Yan didn’t reply, just looked around at the decoration of this private room, which gave him a very familiar, déjà vu feeling.

Finally, he remembered what this private room’s decoration resembled.

“This room is decorated quite nicely.”

Chen Yan nodded, smiling as he said.

His dismissive attitude made both Huang Renqiu and Zhao Wuying feel somewhat dissatisfied.

After all, one was the famously influential Huang Family head in Taiyun City, the other was a Martial Spring Realm cultivator who commanded respect across the region.

However, neither of them showed their dissatisfaction on their faces yet.

“What insightful opinion does this young friend have?”

Huang Renqiu asked.

“It’s not really about having any insightful opinion.”

Chen Yan shrugged:

“It’s just that I feel this place looks very similar to Manager Ding’s private room in the Immortal Gambling Den back in Taiyun City.”

Upon hearing this, both Huang Renqiu and Zhao Wuying were stunned.

The young man before them actually knew Ding Qiu!

Ding Qiu was one of the most famous rogue cultivators within Qingque Kingdom, and also the rogue cultivator with the best reputation in Qingque Kingdom.

This was solely because his way of doing things had always been based entirely on the character for “righteousness.”

Later, after Ding Qiu settled down in Taiyun City, he became the manager of the Immortal Gambling Den, deeply respected by everyone.

And after the Immortal Gambling Den was wiped out, this Manager Ding also vanished from the world, with no one knowing whether he was alive or dead.

And this private room was indeed decorated in imitation of Ding Qiu’s private room.

Just the fact that this young man before them had seen Ding Qiu was enough to make Huang Renqiu and Zhao Wuying take him seriously.

“So, Hongtao.”

Huang Renqiu said:

“How exactly have we slighted this young friend?”

Upon hearing this, Third Young Master Huang bowed towards his father’s direction and said:

“Father, this matter… is related to Mister Cui, Mister Zhu, and the others.”