Chapter 79: with translation of

The roads inside the city are broad, with various pavilions and immortal palaces on both sides, endless luxury.

Not far after walking, we saw a splendid palace complex, magnificent and splendid, extremely gorgeous.

"What place is this?"

"That's a stone-gambling workshop, but it's too small; if you really want to go, I suggest you go to those holy lands."

"With such a scale, it's still just a small scale..."

Tu Fei was stunned for a moment upon hearing it; even as the grandson of a great bandit, he had never seen such a scene.

Not long after, several people passed by a row of pagodas, their surfaces paved with fine jade-green tiles; in the sunlight they emitted seven-colored auspicious light.

"What is that place then?"

"This is the Yaoge Pavilion, equivalent to a restaurant, a good spot for enjoying the view; inside come and go many heroic figures."

"My goodness, it's luxurious to the point of being inhuman!"

Tu Fei, shocked, couldn't help but curse; thinking back to the source he gained from "looting houses," compared to these, it doesn't even measure up to a single hair.

The holy city's power is terrifyingly strong; even the Thirteen Great Bandits dare not cause trouble here.

Because here no single faction dominates; almost every immortal power has properties here, bringing them considerable income.

If anyone truly opposed the holy city, they would be the first to refuse.

"This place is too huge; trying to find Hua Yunfei is like looking for a needle in the ocean."

The big black dog excitedly looked around; the holy city is literally full of treasures everywhere, making him drool so much he could barely walk.

"Slurp~ These jade-green bricks and tiles of the palace are all top-notch treasures!"

The big black dog said while slurping his tongue; no matter how you look, it's quite lewd.

"Xiaohei, act normal; don't embarrass me."

Yang Zhu was speechless, then punched Heihuang on the head, instantly bringing back his sanity; if he didn't act, this guy would be near losing his mind.

"Eh... I'm not used to it; it's purely a reflex, just a reflex..."

The big black dog lowered his head, feeling a bit embarrassed; toward Yang Zhu he truly has no temper.

"Exactly, Xiao..."

Seeing the usually arrogant big black dog suffer a setback made Tu Fei extremely pleased; he was about to mimic a line, but before he could speak, the dog's mouth had already bitten his thigh.

"Ouch! Let go quickly, Heihuang, I know I was wrong!"

The strong force instantly made Tu Fei grit his teeth, wailing repeatedly, almost jumping on the spot.

"Is Xiaohei also what you call him? Next time if you dare disrespect this king, I'll tear off one of your legs!"

The big black dog glared at him ferociously, its eyes emitting a faint green light that was quite chilling.

"I know I was wrong, isn't that enough? Next time don't bite so hard..."

Tu Fei knew this guy held a grudge fiercely, so he quickly shut his mouth.

After Heihuang released his grip, his thigh was already torn, bruised purple, continuously oozing blood, and his clothes were ripped off a sizable piece.

Ye Fan couldn't help laughing at the sight; initially he also imitated Yang Zhu's shout once, but his outcome was far worse than Tu Fei's.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Heihuang bit him, making him suck in cold air; over the following days, a moment's inattention would earn him another bite, even his Holy Body couldn't resist, leaving him covered in wounds.

Thinking about it now, his whole body still faintly aches.

Ye Fan sometimes wonders why the big black dog cares so much about that nickname; sometimes even calling him a dead dog is fine.

Only the nickname Xiaohei—except when Yang Zhu says it, whoever calls it gets bitten; it's the kind that leaves no reserve, biting to the death.

He also tried asking about it, but in the end got another dog-bite, after which he dared not mention it again.

"Finding someone will take some time; let's first find a place to settle." Under Yang Zhu's lead, several people arrived at a luxurious restaurant.

Calling it a restaurant is hardly accurate; it's more like an immortal pavilion.

The restaurant is named Tianque Pavilion; everything seen here is exquisite jade stone, even the steps, walking on them sends out continual ripples, quite extraordinary.

Inside the pavilion are many heroes, dressed in splendid brilliance, with extraordinary demeanor; at a glance they are disciples of great sects.

Upon entering, pleasant string music floated over, exceedingly light and lively, making people's moods much happier.

Among them were several lovely girls holding jade plates, weaving through the crowd, their light gauze fluttering; beneath, skin like creamy jade glimmered faintly, forming a beautiful scene all its own.

Yang Zhu and company found a decent spot to sit, listening to music and enjoying the view, feeling quite content.

Many cultivators came and went; besides talking about wind, flowers, snow, and moon, they discussed more of the recent major events.

"Have you heard? After several days of pursuit, that beast skin was finally obtained by several great holy lands."

"Hey, that fat Daoist actually has some skill, holding onto the beast skin and lasting this long."

From their conversation, Yang Zhu learned much about what happened after the group's ancient tomb expedition.

First was Duan De; this guy does all kinds of bad deeds, constantly sizing up others' ancestral graves, and has even dug up many of them.

As soon as he appeared, everyone shouted to beat him; plus he had the beast skin in hand, he barely made it out of the ancient tomb, only to be chased by all sides.

Among them, the fiercest was Wu Dao of the Thirteen Great Bandits; he practically locked onto him, no matter where he ran he'd be killed, making Duan De's life miserable.

Later, after people investigated, they found out it was actually Duan De who dug up others' ancestral graves; no wonder they retaliated so fiercely.

For several days straight, Duan De fled for his life, pursued and leaping about, covered in wounds, bloodstains all over his body, his Daoist robe torn to shreds.

What's surprising is that although Duan De's injuries are serious, his aura hasn't diminished; he can still jump around energetically, making many people's teeth itch with envy.

Later he studied the beast skin thoroughly, then tossed it to the crowd; after obtaining the beast skin, most people stopped the pursuit, only Wu Dao continued relentlessly.

This left Duan De half-dead from the torment; reportedly he's still fleeing, unable to shake off Wu Dao.

Besides him, there's even more talk about Yang Zhu's news; people chat about it, praising him repeatedly.

"His Holy Body Dao fetus is formidable, no doubt; but that black dog by his side is just too extreme!"

"Who says otherwise? Since coming out, he's been shouting all day to collect Holy Sons and Holy Maidens as personal pets."

"Whether to say it or not, his Holy Body Dao fetus is so extraordinarily magnificent; how could he take a liking to that guy, sigh..."

Originally it was fine, but as the talk turned to the Black Emperor, the big black dog kept a straight face the whole time, its face turning black with anger.

"Ye… Ye Brother, look… look at that person, he really… looks like a person!"

Tu Fei and Ye Fan listened to others' discussion, wanting to laugh but fearing the Black Emperor would go mad, they almost suffered internal injury from holding it in.

In the waiting interval, they had someone seek news of Hua Yunfei, who was quite renowned among his peers, so finding him wasn't difficult.

Not even half an hour later, the person on the errand returned, and, as luck would have it, Hua Yunfei happened to be here.

"It was obtained without any effort."

Yang Zhu immediately rose, had the maid lead the way, and after passing several towers in succession, stopped at a hall with exquisite garden scenery.

Ahead lay a maple forest, its fiery red maple leaves in full bloom, vivid and dripping.

The maple trees formed a circle, with a hot spring in the center, clear as a huge jade disc, mist swirling continuously, giving a hazy beauty.

Under the maple trees, Hua Yunfei danced in blue robes, his expression tranquil, he was extremely handsome, untainted by dust, like a banished immortal, divine and harmonious.

His slender fingers glided over the strings, producing a lingering, melodious tune that refreshed the heart and mind, leaving the audience utterly entranced.

(End of chapter)