I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 2407
Chapter 2407: Chapter 2406: The Food Workshop, Meat Mountain
Xu Zimei was just casually asking a few questions, trying to see if he could get some useful clues.
He didn’t expect the woman’s response to leave him momentarily speechless.
His mind even seemed to freeze.
“Are you joking?” Xu Zimei asked.
“If you don’t believe me, forget it. If it weren’t you, I wouldn’t have told anyone else,” the woman replied.
“But I’ve only been there once, there’s nothing there. What makes you curious about the Holy Fall Pavilion?”
“I’m curious about everything. I’ve been at the Holy Court for a long time, but I’m still not quite familiar with it,”
Xu Zimei said with a smile.
“Cultivation lies in understanding the Way. If you can’t even understand the place you’re in, how can you understand the Way.”
“You’re getting better at saying profound things,” the woman rolled her eyes at him.
Xu Zimei chuckled.
He didn’t press further about the Holy Fall Pavilion.
If he appeared too eager, he might arouse suspicion and it would be counterproductive.
And he wasn’t too familiar with this woman yet, so it wouldn’t hurt to ask the Dragon Python Holy Emperor later and make decisions then.
Then Xu Zimei and the woman began to chat about various topics.
Though he wasn’t exactly a Love Sage, he was skilled at basic flirting.
Before long, the woman was laughing brightly.
In the afternoon, the Holy Emperor Qitian left the Twin Dragon Cave Heaven, and the woman seemed reluctant to part before leaving.
When Xu Zimei entered the cave, he also asked the Dragon Python Holy Emperor about the matter.
“You’re talking about Hua Zhaodi, right?” the Dragon Python Holy Emperor said.
“She’s a maid of the Holy Emperor Qitian and does have a good relationship with Mo Jiao.”
“But she said she’s been to the Holy Fall Pavilion?”
“I’m not sure about that.”
“After all, before this, I wasn’t very focused on the Holy Fall Pavilion, but a while ago the Lord of the Dead Spirits sent a message for me to keep an eye on the Space Ancient God’s legacy, so I started paying attention to the Holy Fall Pavilion.”
“Let’s find another opportunity to see if we can gather information from Hua Zhaodi,” Xu Zimei said.
“If that doesn’t work, we’ll have to force our way in.”
Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, the Dragon Python Holy Emperor nodded slightly.
And said, “If there’s even a slight chance, I can sacrifice myself if necessary to provide you with an opening.”
It was clear the Dragon Python Holy Emperor harbored deep resentment towards the Holy Court.
He could face the Holy Court with composure, but the hatred had taken root and grown in his soul, never to be forgotten.
Such hatred transcended everything, beyond life itself.
Xu Zimei nodded slightly.
He and the Dragon Python Holy Emperor made a series of plans.
Including the best outcome and the worst scenario.
The next day, according to the arrangement, the Dragon Python Holy Emperor again went to discuss the Way with the Holy Emperor Qitian.
Leaving Xu Zimei alone with Hua Zhaodi.
This time, Xu Zimei began guiding the other step by step, starting with small questions.
As evening approached, the discussion between the two Holy Emperors hadn’t ended yet.
And Xu Zimei and Hua Zhaodi’s conversation finally reached the topic of the Holy Fall Pavilion.
“What do you think is inside the Holy Fall Pavilion?” Xu Zimei asked curiously.
“Well… I’m not really sure,” Hua Zhaodi said hesitantly.
“Didn’t you say you’d been there, are you lying to me?” Xu Zimei questioned.
“I’m not lying, I did go,” Hua Zhaodi looked around and, seeing no one nearby, lowered her voice, “I went to deliver blood food to Lord Haotian, didn’t dare to look much, the atmosphere inside was too oppressive.”
“Haotian? Isn’t he the Holy Ancestor’s eldest disciple, he’s inside the Holy Fall Pavilion?” Xu Zimei frowned slightly.
Realizing it was bad news.
It seemed the Holy Ancestor had prepared in advance, only letting the Thirty-Six Holy Emperors guard the perimeter, while the core of the Holy Fall Pavilion was guarded by his direct disciple.
One wonders what Haotian’s current strength is like.
“Lord Haotian is cultivating inside,” Hua Zhaodi nodded slightly.
“And what is blood food?” Xu Zimei asked.
“Why are you so curious,” Hua Zhaodi looked at Xu Zimei with a bit of complaint.
But she still carefully explained.
“Lord Haotian’s cultivation method is quite sinister, relying mainly on the heart’s blood of living beings, and not just any creature will do.
It must be a creature with a very pure bloodline, without mixed blood, this sort of being is called blood food.”
“The reason I’ve been to the Holy Fall Pavilion is to help transport the blood food.”
“Us guards to the Holy Emperors, to put it bluntly, are just free labor within the Holy Court, don’t you often do things for others too.”
Xu Zimei nodded slightly.
Blood food, what a fitting name!
However, he gleaned a new avenue from Hua Zhaodi’s words.
Transporting blood food.
He couldn’t help but ask, “If I wanted to transport blood food, what are the requirements?”
Hua Zhaodi looked at Xu Zimei curiously.
And said, “That place is very oppressive, most people don’t want to go, yet you want to try.”
“To transport blood food, you can ask at the Dining Hall, maybe there’s a way,” Hua Zhaodi said.
Afterwards, the two talked for a while longer.
Once the Holy Emperor Qitian departed, Xu Zimei had another discussion with the Dragon Python Holy Emperor.
As for the Dining Hall, the Dragon Python Holy Emperor wasn’t all that familiar either.
After all, he had been focused on gathering information about the Holy Ancestor and the Immortal Lord, not paying much attention to other matters.
And most of the time, he was cultivating to climb higher.
For him to reach his current position, the Dragon Python Holy Emperor had sacrificed a lot.
“The Dining Hall, I only know they make spiritual food, primarily nurturing the younger generation,”
The Dragon Python Holy Emperor said.
“As for its relation to the blood food from the Holy Fall Pavilion, I’m unclear.”
“Tell you what, tomorrow morning I’ll take you to the Dining Hall to see if we can use the idea of delivering blood food to get you in.”
The two plotted together.
They also decided to act quickly.
After all, the longer Xu Zimei stayed in the Holy Court, the higher the risk of exposure.
If the Holy Court couldn’t find Xu Zimei outside, they’d likely conduct an internal investigation.
Early the next day.
The Dragon Python Holy Emperor took Xu Zimei to the Dining Hall.
The Dining Hall sounded like merely a neighborhood outlet, but upon arrival, Xu Zimei realized the vastness of the establishment.
Endless rows of buildings, resembling a small town in scale.
Even from a distance, the aroma of food wafted, irresistibly whetting appetites.
Above the firmament, wisps of immortal smoke ascended upward.
Hundreds of people were busily at work here.
The one in charge was a man named Fatty Wang, with a wide belly and round hips, a massive stature that made him appear like a small mountain of flesh in motion.
And these busy individuals were transporting a myriad of goods, all of them top-quality ingredients.
Various kinds of spiritual medicine, treasure herbs, and gourmet immortal fruits.
Seeing the Dragon Python Holy Emperor arrive, Fatty Wang hastily approached.