Chapter 119 We've finally entered the city!
At the foot of Lingjian Sect Mountain lies Tianlan City.
The bustling streets are lined with shops, and the aroma of Linggu steamed buns wafts on the breeze, whetting people's appetites.
The streets were filled with cultivators from various sects, their magnificent robes and heavenly-grade magical artifacts almost blinding.
But the majority of them were the guards from Tianlan City, dressed in white robes and carrying swords.
With the opening of the Dream Realm imminent, they are patrolling daily to maintain order in Tianlan City. Anyone caught trying to extort money or act like a rogue is apprehended and handed over to the Sword Sect.
"Make way, the Lingyin Sect's palanquin needs to pass!"
As a sweet voice pierced through the clamor, four white-robed cultivators carried a palanquin made of spirit stones through the crowd, the gemstones embroidered with gold thread on the curtains swaying in the wind.
An old man selling fire spirit dates nearby was not very agile. Before he could push his cart aside to make way, the cart was overturned by spiritual power, and the bright red spirit fruits fell to the ground, exploding into clusters of crimson sparks.
The old man exclaimed "Oh dear!" and hurriedly went to pick up the fruits that were not yet broken. The next second, all the intact fruits were gathered up by the vines and fell onto the cart.
A young man wearing a straw hat was standing next to the car, and he was holding the hand of a child who was not even as tall as the car.
As soon as Huali retrieved the wood-element card, she heard everyone discussing, "That is Bingyue, the daughter of the Lingyin Sect's leader. She is only three hundred years old and has already reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage. She might become a Nascent Soul cultivator when she comes out of the secret realm this time."
"To have such abilities at such a young age, no wonder the young master of Tiangong Workshop is so fond of him. It's just a pity that his affections are unrequited."
Upon hearing some gossip, Huali's eyes lit up and she was about to listen carefully when a clear bell rang out from the other side of the street. She looked up.
Wow, what a pretty young lady!
The female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect all wore gilded hairpins and delicate floral decorations on their foreheads as they walked gracefully. The woman in red at the head of the group was particularly beautiful, her toes lightly tinkling, instantly attracting the attention of most of the street.
Only the Buddhist practitioners of the Buddhist sect, upon seeing this, turned their heads and chanted Amitabha.
"Is that Shao Siming of the Hehuan Sect? She is truly more beautiful than any flower."
As soon as everyone finished speaking, a tiger's roar rang out, and the disciples of the Beast Taming Sect led their various spirit beasts inside. Following closely behind them were the cultivators from Medicine King Valley carrying jade gourds.
The sight of so many handsome men and beautiful women was dazzling, and Huali was almost moved to tears!
This is more like the cultivation world in novels!
Since she arrived, she's always been either in this mountain or that village. Now, suddenly entering such a bustling area as Tianlan City, she instantly feels like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden.
Just as Huali was about to start complaining, a bright red fruit was thrust into her hand. "Thank you, little fairy."
The old man turned around and shared the fruit with Zhaoheng and Xiaota, then asked familiarly, "Are you also here to participate in the Dream Realm? May I ask which sect or school you come from?"
"Don't be so polite, we're just independent cultivators," Huali waved her hand.
Upon hearing that it was an old rogue cultivator, his eyes lit up. He immediately glanced around to make sure no one was there, then secretly pulled out a small blue notebook the size of his palm from his cloth pocket and beckoned to Huali, "Little girl, I see that your talent is extremely rare, come here quickly."
Wait a minute! This plot! This direction!
Hua Li and Ao Bai exchanged a glance, their thought processes connecting in an instant.
Is this old man some powerful immortal being? Taking advantage of the opening of the Dream Realm, he deliberately came here to sell fruit, and then pretended that the fruit was knocked down, all in order to find his kind-hearted and exceptionally talented little disciple and give her an amazing secret manual?
The surprise came so suddenly that Huali's heart pounded with excitement, and she immediately peeked out.
Not wanting to be left behind, Xiao Ta quickly pulled Zhao Heng over.
They did indeed arrive riding Chaos Beasts, but stopped in the dense forest outside the city. Bifang was waiting for Luo Chuan there.
The Secret Realm Trial, including the Holy Capital Demon Realm, was also among them. As the Demon King, Luo Chuan naturally had many things to do.
As soon as Huali jumped off the Chaos Beast, she saw the group of people kneel down in unison, shouting "Your Majesty!" in a deafening chorus.
The sheer scale of the scene startled her so much that her knees buckled and she was about to kneel down when Luo Chuan reached out and lifted her up.
Huali then realized that Luochuan really was the ruler of the demon realm.
Fearing she might overhear family secrets, Huali left after saying she was going into the city and ran away.
And so, this scene unfolded before our eyes.
On the bustling street, four heads huddled together, their eyes fixed intently on the small blue notebook in the old man's hand.
“I don’t usually give this to just anyone, but I’m only doing this because I find it appealing to you,” the old man said, quickly stuffing the small blue book into Huali’s hands. “With this, your dream sequence will be even more powerful.”
With a trembling hand and an excited heart, Huali nodded solemnly. She took the small blue book like an Olympic torchbearer handing it over, took a deep breath, and turned to the first page.
"Quickly mastering secret realm cultivation techniques...?"
The little tower, already diligently learning to read, was asking, "Little...white...also...what do you study?"
Zhao Heng gently repeated, "Even beginners can learn easily, going from zero to the top in just three days. Xiao Ta, read it again."
Little Tower nodded, "Oh, even a newbie can..."
Hua Li slammed the little blue book shut and turned around! The old man was already smiling and holding up five fingers, "Only five low-grade spirit stones."
"Do you two want some too? They're both five low-grade spirit stones each, and I'm selling them for the cheapest price in the entire Tianlan City."
Zhao Heng's green eyes lit up. Hua Li tried to stop her, but it was too late. Boss Zhao generously spent fifteen low-grade spirit stones to obtain three cheat sheets, which he then distributed to Hua Li and Xiao Ta.
Seeing how easy the young man was to talk to, the old man's eyes lit up and he immediately prepared to sell some more supplementary reference books. Not far away, a patrolling soldier had already noticed this.
"The sale of privately printed books is prohibited in Tianlan City. Arrest them!"
The old man was clearly very experienced; he abandoned the entire cart of spiritual fruits, leaped three feet high, and ran away. Seeing one of them escape, the soldiers immediately turned their attention to Hua Li and the other two.
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On the second floor of the teahouse diagonally opposite, Zhan Li, who was wiping his crossbow, peeked out after hearing the commotion below. He frowned when he saw the girl jumping around below, "How come I keep running into her everywhere?"
Thinking about her two consecutive setbacks, Zhan Li couldn't help but mutter, "She's acting crazy and doesn't act like a girl at all. She's nowhere near as good as Ranran."
"Being crazy is better than gossiping behind someone's back." Before Zhan Li finished speaking, a sound like shattering ice and jade suddenly fell from the side.
The clear, sharp voice of the young man was like a thin blade coated with poison, or the tip of a knife piercing through the muffled thunder of midsummer in snowy water.
"I'm afraid it might be a gossipy ghost reincarnated."
As the last syllable rose slightly, the noble tone characteristic of scions of aristocratic families carried a hint of the roughness honed by the northern winds.
"unlucky."
Zhan Li froze for two seconds before turning around angrily, but the other party had already stepped into the teleportation talisman, leaving only half of his fluttering black robe behind.
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