Chapter 20
Feilan City
As soon as the battle was over, the two men began to collect the spoils.
Commonly known as, touching the corpse.
The man and woman were so familiar with the robbery movements that you could tell at first glance that they were not poor.
"Storage bag!"
Yan Qingyan happily picked up the two storage bags and checked with her spiritual sense.
"A total of 32 middle-grade spirit stones, and low-grade spirit stones...wow, 582! There is also a Xuan-grade intermediate sword, two Huang-grade upper-grade magic tools, a plant of bright fragrant grass, and five bottles of rejuvenation pills..."
“A great harvest!”
Killing and setting fire to a woman will earn you a gold belt, or fighting will make you money faster!
Yan Qingyan took out the communication jade talisman between the two and crushed it to pieces without hesitation.
"Qingyan, hurry up. We are very close to Feilan City. There will be many monks coming and going." Ling Mochen burned the wreckage of the carriage and cleaned up the traces of the battlefield at the same time.
"The way these two are dressed doesn't look like they are from a big sect. They look more like they are from a large family." Yan Qingyan touched his chin.
"Destroy the body and cover up all traces, and try not to reveal any clues." Ling Mochen nodded.
After the younger one is beaten, the older one comes. This is very common in the world of cultivating immortals.
call--
A big fire burned everything clean.
Sizzle——
Yan Qingyan uses her rain-making technique to put out all the flames, but be careful not to cause a jungle fire!
Get ready together.
"My little pony is gone and will never come back~" Yan Qingyan said regretfully.
Normally, it is provided with good food and drink, and the water it is fed is diluted spiritual spring water. But when something happens, it runs away.
Ling Mochen consoled him, "Use the Gale Talisman. With our current cultivation level, we can enter the city in one day, which is not much slower than taking a carriage."
Yan Qingyan nodded, "Okay."
A wind talisman was handed over.
......
About an hour after the two men left, someone indeed passed by the battle site.
"There are signs of a fight here."
The three people in the group were all in the high-level Qi Refining Stage, riding on three-headed fiery lions and galloping over. Their speed was countless times faster than that of a horse-drawn carriage.
"The scene was handled cleanly. I don't know which unlucky little repairman had his body destroyed."
"Judging from the fluctuations of their spiritual energy, they are only at the third or fourth level of Qi Refining. They are just a bunch of weaklings fighting each other. There is nothing to worry about." The leading man said disdainfully.
The other two nodded silently. They had seen many traces of similar fights along the way.
The Five Sources Secret Realm is about to open, and there are too many cultivators coming and going. Even small cultivators at the first or second level of Qi Refining dare to take the risk and get involved, not knowing whether they are living in danger.
"keep going."
Not long after the three men left, many more teams arrived one after another. They sighed for a while and then left quickly.
Countless footprints and car tracks compacted and buried the place again.
......
One day later.
"Is Feilan City just ahead?" Yan Qingyan stopped, her breathing a little unstable.
The wind talisman on the leg lost its effect and turned into powder and drifted away with the wind.
Ling Mochen looked up and nodded, "Yes."
"There are so many people queuing up." Yan Qingyan felt sick when she saw the huge crowd.
In her previous life, she hated queuing the most and always traveled during off-peak hours.
She doesn’t go to crowded places, doesn’t travel on holidays, takes a nap during lunch time, and only goes out to find a restaurant when others are almost done eating…
I didn’t expect that after coming to the world of immortal cultivation after another life, I still have to queue up.
"Let's go into the city." Ling Mochen said.
The corners of Yan Qingyan's mouth twitched, and she replied somewhat disappointedly, "Okay."
The inevitable queues are just like the inevitable onions, ginger and garlic in restaurants.
The two waited in line for about two hours, and each paid two low-grade spirit stones to enter the city.
Yan Qingyan couldn't help but sigh, "Feilan City is making a lot of money. It's located near the Wuyuan Secret Realm, and the admission fees alone are enough to make a fortune."
Ling Mochen smiled and said, "Choosing to build a city near the Wuyuan Secret Realm, the first generation of Feilan City Lord had extraordinary vision and strength."
The current Lord of Feilan City is said to be the son of two Nascent Soul ancestors of Ziyun Sect and Danyun Sect. He has a strong background and no one dares to provoke him easily.
Yan Qingyan nodded and said, "Let's find a place to stay first."
Feilan City is located on the border between Qing and Jing states. It is a large city under the influence of Ziyun Sect. It covers a vast area that stretches as far as the eye can see.
The city is bustling with people. Even though the sun is setting and the blood-red afterglow can't illuminate the streets ahead, it still can't stop people's enthusiasm for going out.
As soon as she entered the city, Yan Qingyan felt a strong spiritual energy coming towards her, which was several times more concentrated than the spiritual energy outside the city!
Is there a large spirit gathering formation here?
Flying is prohibited at high altitudes in Feilan City. Yan Qingyan saw countless flying spirit beasts and sword-riding monks outside the city, and they either landed on foot or took a detour. The monks who usually shouted and killed with murderous intent now restrained their tempers and stopped causing trouble.
Private fighting is prohibited in the city. A group of guards in uniform passed by Yan Qingyan and the other person, patrolling the area under their jurisdiction.
I feel so safe, Yan Qingyan thought.
As they went deeper into the city, the scenery inside the city slowly spread out in front of Yan Qingyan and the others.
The misty and elegant pavilions and towers, and the high-rise shops lined up one after another, all have a fairy-like aura, as if you have stepped into the legendary Penglai wonderland.
Yan Qingyan looked like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden. Her mouth opened wide unconsciously, and thousands of words turned into just one sentence.
"Fuck!"
The sight of the huge city of Feilan made her feel a sense of heroism ignite unconsciously in her chest.
The grandeur of Feilan City is far beyond that of Qingyang City!
"Mo Chen, this place is so big, do you want to buy a map of the city first?" Yan Qingyan said dryly.
She is actually a bit directionally challenged. In her previous life, she had a German map navigation system, but in this life, she can only ask for directions as she goes.
Ling Mochen nodded in astonishment and replied, "Okay."
In fact, he was also shocked by the scene here. The grandeur of Feilan City was far beyond the comparison of other cities in Qingzhou!
Just as the two of them walked forward aimlessly, a soft voice came from the front.
"You two, would you like to rent a cave?"
A female cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining came over somewhat stiffly and said with a bow, "I am the guide of this city. If you two need me, I can lead the way for you two Taoist friends. One low-grade spirit stone per hour will do."
Yan Qingyan nodded. There are a few gossips in every city, and they make money by taking advantage of the information gap.
It just so happened that she had just gotten some 'ill-gotten gains', so she didn't need these few spirit stones!
"Is there a house for rent?" Yan Qingyan asked.
They would have to live in Feilan City for at least a year. Staying in an inn was too expensive, and the price of a cave was generally a little more expensive than a house.
"Yes, but there are too many monks entering the city now, and the houses near the places with rich spiritual energy have all been occupied. The same goes for those near the market and the city gate. Only a few houses in the western area are still empty, and it costs a thousand low-grade spirit stones to rent them for a year." The woman replied seriously.
"What about the cave?" Yan Qingyan asked.
"It costs 10,000 low-grade spirit stones to rent a cave in the eastern area for a year, 8,000 in the western area, and 7,000 in the northern area. The southern area has been fully rented out, so there are currently no vacant caves."
Yan Qingyan:......
For now...can't afford it.
She finally understood why there were so many tents outside the city. It was probably because they couldn't afford the spirit stones.
She only managed to snatch thirty-two mid-grade spirit stones!
Yan Qingyan, who had previously thought it was a great harvest, now only lamented why those two people were so poor?
"Take us to see the house."
"Okay, this way please."
One medium-grade spirit stone is equal to one hundred low-grade spirit stones.
After spending ten mid-grade spirit stones, Yan Qingyan and Ling Mochen successfully moved into Feilan City.
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