Purple Cloud Peak is a very special place in the Six Realms.

There, you can get anything you want as long as you are willing to exchange something precious.

Many mortals, wanting to experience the pleasures of immortals, will exchange their precious possessions for a few days' worth of experience cards to indulge in the fantasy.

Meanwhile, Song Xiwei was at the entrance to Ziyun Peak.

They've been given special attention.

"Where did this come from?" The other person asked suspiciously, holding Song Xiwei's permanent pass.

Passes to Ziyun Peak are always issued in limited quantities.

And what this young, handsome boy was holding was a permanent pass.

Regardless of whether it's true or not, the fact that this young man has no carriage and looks travel-worn makes it seem like he's not the owner of this permanent pass at all. Instead, he's either an imposter or someone who stole it. In short, he doesn't look like someone who owns this permanent pass.

This was Song Xiwei's first time visiting this place.

As for this permanent pass, it was given to her by someone she had met briefly many years ago.

She hadn't really noticed how valuable the pass was, because judging from the person who gave it to her at the time, it seemed worthless and had been given to her very casually.

That's why she left the pass idle in her labyrinth.

When her natal magic weapon was damaged, she thought that Purple Cloud Peak might be able to solve her predicament, and since she happened to have a pass, she rushed over.

Unexpectedly, this pass seems to have caused some trouble.

"A gift from a friend who wishes to remain anonymous," Song Xiwei said casually. Seeing that the person was still staring intently at her pass, she asked, "Is there a problem with the pass? Is it expired?"

The other person was taken aback by the question. "Fine, even if you get in with this permanent pass, you might not be able to keep it. You'd better watch yourself!"

Suddenly, the person let them pass.

He said something completely nonsensical again.

Song Xiwei is no longer a naive newcomer who has just come to the mortal realm for training.

She probably understood the underlying meaning of those words.

This pass seems extremely valuable, while my own pass is valid indefinitely.

So, he had already attracted a lot of attention the moment he entered the door.

Trouble will likely come swarming in soon.

And that was indeed the case; ever since Song Xiwei entered the gate, a group of followers had appeared.

Those followers seemed to be waiting for their chance to strike, their target being the permanent pass in her hand.

Song Xiwei traveled swiftly, her destination clear: Lingbao Hall, where the magical artifacts were to be repaired.

Upon arriving at the Lingbao Hall gate, she immediately showed her permanent pass and was warmly invited inside.

She was greeted by a fat woman who was staring at her face with obvious drooling. When she reached out to take her pass, she rubbed the back of her hand.

Song Xi frowned slightly, wondering if she had been taken advantage of.

“I need to find the best artifact restorer,” she said bluntly.

The other party's eyes were blatant: "What will you offer in exchange, young master?" The implication was clear.

Song Xiwei gave the fat woman a smile that could charm the world, and the woman was instantly terrified, her eyes sparkling with hearts, and she could barely sit still.

"You help me repair my magic weapon, and I'll help you become beautiful! If you agree, we'll do the business; if not, I'll go somewhere else." Song Xiwei finished flirting with the other person, and when the other person was so thirsty that they thought she had agreed, she stopped smiling and said seriously.

"You, you said you'd help me become beautiful? Pfft, you mean I'm not pretty? You actually think I'm not pretty?"

As if her tail had been stepped on and her sore spot had been hit, the fat woman was filled with rage, while those around her looked at Song Xiwei with pity.

Oh no, this young man is in big trouble.