Chapter 834

"What kind of place is that?"

Pang Bo gazed toward the distant palaces.

"Those should be taverns—many cultivators are sitting inside, eating."

Fang Yu spoke.

Even here, he could still channel his divine sense and magic power; a casual sweep would go utterly unnoticed.

In his divine sense, people inside the buildings ahead were eating—though dining in such a place would be expensive.

"So that's where people eat…"

Pang Bo was stunned again.

"As long as you have source stones, you walk in like a lord—even if you spend a lot, maidens will sing for you."

Tu Fei chuckled, casting Pang Bo a look of disdain.

You look like a country bumpkin entering the city—can't you learn to be as calm as Brother Fang?

Tu Fei's gaze turned to Brother Fang; this elder walked through Shengcheng with utter composure, as if he'd seen it all—unlike this crude Pang Bo, who looked like a total country bumpkin.

"I get it now."

Pang Bo didn't get angry; hearing Tu Fei's teasing, he exchanged a glance with Ye Fan, and both smiled, as if recalling certain places across the stars.

"Let's go."

Fang Yu stepped forward, and the others followed close behind, soon arriving at a tranquil spot.

It was a Daoist temple, unimpressive in scale but sprawling in area.

Ancient trees lined the surroundings, lush and dense; the temple was far quieter than elsewhere, radiating a sense of returning to the true.

A sense of the Great Dao seemed to flow here—though many came and went, everyone felt profound stillness.

"Uncle, what kind of place is this?"

Ye Fan stepped forward and asked a plump, well-fed man.

"You're clearly here for the first time—this is the Stone Yard of Dao Yi Shengdide Sect, famous indeed, a fine place. The sect's holy maiden has just arrived these past few days—if you young ones want to see her beauty, don't miss the chance."

The fat man's face wore an expression everyone understood.

"The holy maiden of Dao Yi Shengdide Sect?"

Ye Fan recalled the female Daoist who had debated Dao with Brother Fang—she had come here.

But that was perfectly normal; Shengcheng was the center of the Northern Region, so if Dao Yi Shengdide Sect's holy maiden wished to see Zishan, coming here was nothing unusual.

"Of course, if you young man aren't interested in the sect's holy maiden, the place next door suits you better."

The middle-aged man pointed to a location.

"What's that place?"

The middle-aged man's expression grew even more lewd. "Xu Yuan, Shengcheng's famed pleasure house—one of its top ten red-light districts. Word is, Xu Yuan's heir is about to emerge; I suspect even holy sons and heirs of ancient wilderness clans won't be able to resist coming here—you should take a good look, their grace is peerless, unforgettable."

The middle-aged man knew Xu Yuan intimately, openly claiming Shengcheng had ten red-light districts, and Xu Yuan ranked among the top three for pleasure alone.

It was said that every past abbess of Xu Yuan had once had romantic entanglements with holy sons from other sects, and some of those holy sons later became sect masters, naturally protecting Xu Yuan.

Over time, Xu Yuan forged deep bonds with many sect elders, their roots intertwined so thoroughly that the faction became deeply entrenched.

"Those sect masters aren't the type to forget their past after putting on clothes—so Xu Yuan's position in Shengcheng is rock-solid; everyone gives it some face."

The middle-aged man whispered.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo were speechless; this fat man was too bold—if any sect master overheard his words, he'd be dead.

"Brothers, where will you choose to go? Here's the holy maiden, there's the lovely maiden."

The middle-aged man continued.

"..."

Ye Fan and Pang Bo felt it was too embarrassing to discuss this in public, when suddenly, a group arrived at the entrance of Dao Yi Shengdide Sect.

At the front was an Imperial Prince, black hair flowing like a waterfall, eyes blazing, moving with the bearing of a dragon and tiger, majestic and awe-inspiring.

Beside the prince stood a young woman.

Someone they had met before.

The Imperial Prince and Princess of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Brother Fang, long time no see—I never expected to meet you here."

The Great Xia prince, upon seeing Fang Yu, showed shock, then hurried over, his expression shifting to delight.

"It has indeed been some time."

Fang Yu smiled.

He had met this Great Xia prince during his last visit to Shrouding Heaven Realm; the prince had witnessed Fang Yu defeat the Yao Guang holy son, making him an old acquaintance.

"Many days have passed—your reputation now spreads across the land. Several imperial princes from the Central Region now wish to meet you personally, to understand your divine arts."

The Great Xia prince stepped forward and spoke.

Behind him, the Great Xia princess—a young nun practicing in the mortal world—watched Fang Yu with keen curiosity.

Last time, she had seen this Fang Yu with her brother, defeating Yao Guang's holy son in a single strike; now, this Fang Yu's fame had spread far and wide, rumored to be a Chaos Body, destined to be invincible once fully grown.

Yet last time, he had shown no sign of Chaos Body traits.

The girl studied Fang Yu closely, sensing his power; she found him even more ethereal than before, as if he were a flawless deity, with even the aura of a Buddha clinging to him—every movement seemed to carry Zen truth, astonishingly profound.

Merely standing beside this being, she felt her wisdom awakened, as if she were about to grasp some ultimate Dao principle.

"How could this be…"