153: I'm confused, is there a reversal?

He said this, but Jiang Lan was dismissive in his heart.

“Look for you?”

“I’d have to be crazy to come looking for you.”

He felt he had seen through the Cold Crow Pavilion.

Besides being shady, it was still shady.

Muttering to himself, Jiang Lan continued to ask:

“May I ask, Your Excellency, where one goes to sign up to guard a pass?”

He had already spent so much money; surely this woman wouldn’t ask for more just for asking a trivial question, right?

Hearing Jiang Lan’s words, the woman frowned.

“You wish to guard a pass? Young Master, I must inform you in advance, outside Lingtian Pass, although battles are not that frequent, the demons leading the attacks are at least of the Mortal Shedding Realm, and in very rare cases, Core Formation demons may appear. If your luck is poor at that time, your life may be in danger.”

Jiang Lan’s eyes lit up.

“There’s such a good thing?”

“Battles aren’t that frequent, how often do they occur?”

The woman in the plain dress replied, “As short as three to five months, as long as a year.”

Jiang Lan clicked his tongue, his expression rather regretful.

He had just been thinking that he could simply guard the border and take off.

Only once every half a year or a year, it was truly not enough to quench his thirst.

It hadn't even been a year since his Transmigration.

The woman in the plain dress was stunned again, seemingly unable to understand why Jiang Lan was disappointed.

Hearing this, Jiang Lan had no desire to continue chatting with her here and said again:

“Thank you.”

After speaking, he planned to leave directly.

The woman in the plain dress reached out a hand.

“Young Master, are you not going to guard the pass?”

Jiang Lan waved his hand.

“No, I’m not.”

…Leaving the Cold Crow Pavilion, Jiang Lan walked down the street and ducked into a place similar to a teahouse.

Of course, he wasn’t so foolish as to empty his entire savings.

Jiang Lan himself had kept about twenty taels of silver.

Although it wasn’t much, it was enough to cover daily expenses for a while.

Finding a seat in the teahouse, Jiang Lan planned to get a room later and rest properly.

Now that he had arrived, he didn’t need to rush.

He couldn’t fight a battle unprepared.

No matter what, he had to do the preliminary work first.

The teahouse was not small, and its decor could be considered decent.

Below were many tables and chairs, and above was a large stage where a gaunt man with a black felt hat and a fur coat sat.

Jiang Lan raised an eyebrow at the sight.

He hadn't expected there to be a storyteller here.

He heard the storyteller on stage slam the gavel.

“I will continue to tell you all. It is said that the Green Lantern Goddess was defeated by the combined efforts of the three pillars, severely injured, and imprisoned in the Abyssal Prison, suffering daily the torment of burning flames and sharpened blades gouging her eyes…”

When he first heard the words “Green Lantern Goddess,” Jiang Lan was quite interested.

But as he listened further, he grimaced awkwardly.

Green Lantern Goddess?

She was alive and well.

According to Yao Banxian, the Green Lantern Goddess was only severely injured and was recuperating.

If she were truly imprisoned in some Abyssal Prison and tortured, then where did the Green Lantern Sect come from?

However, speaking of the Green Lantern Sect, it seemed he hadn’t encountered them since leaving the territory of Yan Country.

Of course, this was normal.

After all, he hadn’t stayed anywhere for long.

The Green Lantern Sect’s sphere of influence was not small. Although he didn’t know if it existed in Ling Country, places adjacent to Yan Country, like Wu Country, definitely had Green Lantern Sect activities.

Although his interest waned, Jiang Lan still ordered a pot of tea and sat in a corner.

It wasn’t to listen to the storyteller on stage.

He sat there because he wanted to hear what people were talking about.

There were many seats in the teahouse, and more than half were already occupied. Roughly estimated, there were at least eighty, if not a hundred, people.

So many people gathered together would certainly talk.

Since they were talking, they would inevitably reveal some information, intentionally or unintentionally.

Any news was useful to Jiang Lan, a newcomer to this place.

“Have you heard, yesterday, the courtesan of Mingxue Pavilion…”

Jiang Lan: “…”

It seemed not everything was useful.

Most of the people in the teahouse were men.

Their topics, besides bragging, were women.

Even demons were rarely mentioned.

On stage, the storyteller’s voice continued.

“The Green Lantern Goddess, in the Abyssal Prison, suffered endless humiliation, seeking death repeatedly, but was always kept alive by the one who regarded her as his captive…”

Jiang Lan also found it increasingly unappetizing.

Was he telling an erotic novel here?

Just then, a man in a black cloak, whose face was obscured, suddenly slammed his hand on a table.

“How dare you! How can the Green Lantern Goddess be insulted by you?!”

On stage, the storyteller’s voice stopped.

Below, countless eyes also gathered on the face of the man who had stood up and slammed the table.

The storyteller smiled.

“If I didn’t speak this way, Your Excellency might not have been provoked to show yourself. We have been waiting here for you for a long time.”

Saying that, he waved his hand.

“Capture this Green Lantern remnant!”

Jiang Lan froze in place.

Holy cow, there’s a twist?

He originally thought it was an erotic novel, but it turned out to be using the protagonist of an erotic novel for entrapment?

Clever.

As Jiang Lan pondered this, the teahouse immediately erupted in chaos.

The patrons who had been sitting and chatting, as if by prior agreement, more than half of them stood up and directly surrounded the man in black.

The remaining small portion seemed to be genuine customers, stunned in place for a moment.

Jiang Lan watched the scene before him, his eyes flickering.

He didn’t know the origins of this group, but judging by their well-trained appearance, they were likely soldiers?

Seeing this, the man in black also stopped pretending, his entire Aura bursting forth.

Jiang Lan knew at a glance that this person’s strength should be around the Middle Stage of Mortal Shedding.

For him, it was easily dealt with.

But for the group attacking, it was a bit difficult.

Here, only the three people at the very front were at Mortal Shedding, two in the Early Stage of Mortal Shedding and one in the Middle Stage of Mortal Sheding.

Even the one in the Middle Stage of Mortal Shedding was slightly inferior in strength compared to the man in black.

As for the other dozens of people, in Jiang Lan’s eyes, they were no different from a cheering squad.

If a real fight broke out, those dozens would make no difference.

Mortal Shedding and Gathering Yuan, seemingly a difference of one realm, but in reality, the gap was vast.

Even ten Gathering Yuan Ninth Stage cultivators would have almost no chance against someone newly entered into Mortal Shedding.

As for challenging opponents beyond one’s realm… Jiang Lan had never heard of it, at least.

And it hadn’t been a short time since his Transmigration to Chihong Province.

But his opponents had never been stronger than himself.

At most, they were of equal strength.

Jiang Lan remembered it quite clearly.

It was the battle against the Green Lantern Sect Altar Lord when he was in Yan Capital City.

If he hadn’t killed his opponent at the last moment, gaining a lot of lifespan to break through, he probably wouldn’t have lived until now.

Equal strength was already difficult; facing someone stronger than himself was even harder.

He wondered if the territories of those demons had Martial Skills that would allow him to kill enemies beyond his realm.