Chapter 660: Qianyang City

"Indeed..."

Taoist Qingfeng's face was full of sorrow, while Yuanjue Heshang beside him chanted the Rebirth Scripture without pause.

Aaron sighed, his first reaction being—'Is the dating market for Foundation Establishment cultivators this cutthroat? Has it reached the point of murdering rivals to silence them?'

Yes...

No matter how flowery the outsiders' words were, his first reaction was that Su Cao had murdered a love rival, and that Hua Sanniang might have even secretly aided the adulterer!

However, he had no ties to Wu Sanqi; they were merely nodding acquaintances.

The only thing different from a mortal city was that there wasn't a single mortal!

This was a city composed entirely of cultivators!

Its city walls shimmered with a dark gold hue, reflecting the sunlight and radiating brilliant Light!

As one drew closer, one would discover countless streams of Light around it, rising and falling outside the city.

However, for an Immortal Cultivator, this was an acceptable amount of time.

"Is this... the Great Gan of the Upper Realm?"

The Haoran Sect's Flying Boat route was intentionally designed to take a wide detour to avoid the Black Demon Sect's sphere of influence.

Aaron stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the shops lining both sides of the wide road and the city where only Immortal Cultivators existed, feeling quite intrigued.

Aaron watched as his Flying Boat fleet quietly merged into the countless other Flying Boats; there were behemoths within that crowd even larger than the Haoran Sect's vessels, making the Haoran Sect's originally massive fleet appear completely unremarkable amidst the heavy traffic.

He didn't waste words, took out a Low-grade Spirit Stone, and exchanged it for a ring that was Blink-ing with green Light.

Another year passed...

Taoist Qingfeng and Yuanjue Heshang might have guessed some of it too, but they said nothing.

Hua Sanniang walked over with a few Loose Cultivators: "Fellow Daoist, why not join us? It would be good to have some mutual support."

An old cultivator from the Far West gazed at this scene, his eyes brimming with tears: "For this old man to see such a magnificent sight... I can die without regrets!"

It was precisely because of this that this journey required a full two years of Flight to reach Qianyang City!

And after resting for a year in Qianyang City, the fleet would return; this round trip consumed a full five years!

Cultivators practicing in such an environment naturally saw their techniques improve at an incredible speed.

"This Black Marrow Ganoderma is only produced in the Far West... I will give you an honest price, Fellow Daoist." This Foundation Establishment cultivator thought for a moment and quoted a price that even tempted Aaron.

Its towering city walls were simply like massive mountains!

And the cultivators here were of all different styles.

Monks, Taoists, scholars, beggars... barbarians riding black demon tigers, short-statured dwarves, and towering little giants...

"Many thanks for the kind offer, but I am accustomed to traveling alone."

Ten Thousand Beasts Pavilion...

Behind the counter sat, surprisingly, a Foundation Establishment Mid-stage cultivator.

The closer one got, the more one could feel the majesty and vastness of Qianyang City.

Aaron made a mental note and continued strolling through the streets.

"I am here to sell some medicinal herbs, a three-hundred-year-old Black Marrow Ganoderma..."

It was early morning, and the morning sun was rising in the east.

This Sword Cultivator gave a word of caution and waved his hand to let Aaron into the city.

There were even cultivators with non-human features; it was truly dazzling!

"Fellow Daoist Shen!"

Among them were the escape lights of Immortal Cultivators, as well as Spirit Beasts, pavilions and towers, and large Flying Boats...

"Everything is left to you, Fellow Daoist." Hua Sanniang's watery eyes seemed to speak; that kind of worship and admiration made Su Cao feel immensely proud, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lift slightly...

"This is the entry token... After one day, this ring will turn red, and if you are caught by us then, there will be a heavy penalty."

He raised an eyebrow, chose the largest pavilion dealing in pills, and walked inside.

"The entry fee is one Spirit Stone!"

On them, various spirit-light robes shimmered, with styles and functions unheard of and unseen in the Far West, making Aaron feel a bit overwhelmed.

After knowing the truth of the matter, he had no intention of seeking justice for the other party; at most, he would be more wary of that pair of scoundrels in the future.

Aaron casually took out a jade box.

With a thought, he transformed into a stream of Light and arrived on the deck of the Flying Boat.

Aaron arrived at the gate of Qianyang City, and a Sword Cultivator wearing golden armor spoke coldly.

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators flying past sneered, too lazy to bother with these country bumpkins.

The Flying Boat fleet finally exited the Boundless Desert and entered the borders of Great Gan, yet they took a huge detour, traveling through sparsely populated areas.

"Hmph! Unappreciative!" Su Cao was also among them, saying affectionately to Sanniang: "Sanniang, I have already applied to be stationed here. My Haoran Sect has at least bought a few Cave Abodes in this Qianyang City as contact points, so you can have a place to stay... As for the others, if they want to spend the night in Qianyang City, it costs one Spirit Stone per day!"

"This Qianyang City must be built on a massive Spirit Vein... Ordinary cities are like this, so the real Cave Abodes... are probably better than the best locations on Sanshan Peak."

Aaron waved his hand and went to queue at the gate of Qianyang City.

This was the way of life for cultivators!

What made Aaron feel even more different was the Spirit Qi diffusing in the air, which was even comparable to his Cave Abode at the Li Family.

The other party smiled and asked Aaron: "What kind of pills does the customer want?"

Heavenly Fire Workshop...

They didn't ask for names, nor did they register origins or cultivation levels... appearing very confident, while also providing Protection for the cultivators' privacy.

After all, cultivators are always quite self-centered and have no affection for those who offend them.

In the end, it landed low-profile in a large, designated area, and one cultivator after another leaped off the Flying Boat to head toward Qianyang City.

On the city walls, cultivators wearing Golden Spirit Armor patrolled while stepping on Flying Swords; each one was capable and murderous, and they were all Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivators!

"The light of the armor opens like golden scales toward the sun... truly spectacular!"

"I just feel like it would be very easy for Demon Cultivators to sneak in... perhaps those of the Demonic Dao have also contributed quite a bit of GDP to Qianyang City..."

After all, the border area is the territory of the Black Demon Sect, a top-tier power located in Great Gan that possesses a Nascent Soul Ancestor!

Ever since that time the Third-tier Sand Beast blocked the road, no major incidents had occurred during the journey; after all, with a Golden Core Ancestor presiding, some minor problems were not problems at all.

Heavenly Pill Tower...

"Greetings, honored guest..."

And above the horizon, rising together with the morning sun, was an incomparably towering, vast, and ancient city...

On this day, Aaron was meditating when he suddenly received a Transmission Talisman: "Fellow Daoist... we have arrived at Qianyang City!"

One year later.

Although both sides had already ceased hostilities, it would still be bad to run into them.

Among the flow of people coming and going, Foundation Establishment cultivators could be seen everywhere, Golden Core Ancestors could occasionally be spotted, and Qi Refining cultivators were as numerous as grains of sand.

Aaron pondered for a moment, nodded in agreement, and then looked at the Spirit Medicine inside this Heavenly Pill Tower and inquired about pill formulas.

Immediately, he realized that even in Great Gan, the heritage of the Four Arts of Cultivation was similarly guarded jealously by every family.

First-tier and Second-tier ones were fine, but Third-tier heritage was likewise extremely precious.

(End of this chapter)