Chapter 808: Untouched

The Shaoyang Star Lord never feared battle, but his master was incompetent, so he silently took him back.

Xiang Xiaoyu was not a fool; he naturally knew that this battle couldn't be fought at all. It wasn't that there were no top cultivators of the Grand Tai Tai Chu Gong who fought Yu Jing with Dharma Forms, but it was definitely not something an early-stage Dharma Form could do, let alone facing three Yu Jing.

Little Wei Yuan also saw that it was enough, put away the three Mirage Demons, and laughed: "Just sparring, no winner or loser! The City Lord's Mansion in Yong'an City is still reserved for you, untouched."

Suddenly, all of Xiang Xiaoyu's resentment and anger dissipated to the nine heavens.

"Really?" Crystal light surged in Xiang Xiaoyu's large eyes.

"Naturally it's true. Let's go, let's go see the current Yong'an City first."

Little Wei Yuan took Xiang Xiaoyu and flew away. The cultivators of the Grand Tai Tai Chu Gong on the scene didn't disperse immediately; some were thoughtful, some had strange expressions, and some were exchanging glances quietly.

Above Yong'an City, Xiang Xiaoyu looked at the magnificent giant city below, and for a time, he was even a bit stuttering: "This, this is Yong'an City?"

The current Yong'an City had a population of five million and was an out-and-out giant city. The city leaned against the mountain and faced the water, spreading out naturally. The original ancient city walls were faintly visible, but they had already become the natural boundary of the core area and a piece of scenery.

New city walls were being built on the periphery of the city, currently in sections, far from taking shape. There was no way; the city was too big, and the city walls had completely become a vast project. Looking at the terrifying city walls that would be several hundred miles long after completion, Xiang Xiaoyu just calculated the amount of work and felt dizzy.

Rows of buildings were erected in the city. Although many were outer walls painted with grass and mud, the height of over ten stories still made them stand tall.

A striking high-rise building in the Dongcheng was rising from the ground, already built to a terrifying thirty-three stories, but it was still continuing to add height. This was not an immortal residence, just a mortal city.

And the planning of the streets was even more particular. The main roads were like strong arteries, distributed at reasonable intervals, stringing together circles of ring roads, which not only ensured a beautiful shape but also ensured smooth traffic. Carriages and pedestrians were endless, and many street corners were set up with green rest areas, with huge plants casting patches of green shade.

This was Yong'an? The Yong'an that only had 300,000 people back then, with low shanties everywhere, and feces and water flowing everywhere, forcing Xiang Xiaoyu to renovate the toilets as the first thing?

The current Yong'an could already see clear regional planning. The South City and Xicheng were workshop areas, the Dongcheng was a commercial area, the North City was an administrative area, and the residential areas were dotted between the areas. In this way, laborers could live near their workplaces, which was convenient for entry and exit.

The current Yong'an was terrifyingly large; it was impossible for an ordinary mortal to live in the Xicheng and work in the Dongcheng.

Although the city was prosperous, everything was in perfect order. Dao Foundation cultivators could fly in the limited area above five zhang and below ten zhang in the outer ring, while Dharma Forms could fly above ten zhang. Once they flew out of bounds, patrol cultivators would rush to take them down, deduct points and fine them, all in one go.

Xiang Xiaoyu had also managed Yong'an; he knew better than anyone how difficult it was to manage a city. Such fine management immediately shocked him beyond measure.

Xiang Xiaoyu's gaze swept across the whole city and finally landed on a magnificent palace in the center of the North City. He flew over and asked while flying: "Has the current Yong'an City Lord been replaced by a new person?"

"No, the City Lord position is still empty, but..."

For some reason, Xiang Xiaoyu's heart suddenly blossomed, but he hummed on his lips and said: "Then I will reluctantly work hard again! This City Lord's Mansion is built quite well..."

In a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the magnificent mansion. A light curtain suddenly rose in front of the gate, and one Dharma Form and two Dao Foundation guards appeared, shouting: "Who is it, daring to trespass into the Realm Master's Palace!?"

"Realm, Master, Palace?" Xiang Xiaoyu turned his head and stared at Little Wei Yuan, repeating word by word.

Little Wei Yuan laughed dryly and said: "This is where I usually handle mortal affairs. Your City Lord's Mansion is still there, untouched."

Xiang Xiaoyu turned his head and saw his City Lord's Mansion. It was still in its original place, indeed untouched, everything exactly the same as when Xiang Xiaoyu left.

From this point of view, Little Wei Yuan indeed didn't lie, but if it were put inside the adjacent Realm Master's Palace, I'm afraid the entire City Lord's Mansion wouldn't be as big as a side hall inside.

"This is what you call untouched?"

"Indeed untouched."

Xiang Xiaoyu didn't say a word and turned to leave. Little Wei Yuan hurriedly caught up and pulled him, saying: "Your old residence has been demolished..."

Xiang Xiaoyu shook hard and threw Little Wei Yuan's hand away fiercely.

Little Wei Yuan was shocked and hurriedly changed his way of speaking: "Now everyone lives in the Xiancheng, and there is also a residence reserved for you inside!"

Xiang Xiaoyu slowed down and sneered: "Is it as big as the toilet in your Wei Realm Master's Mansion?"

"Everyone's is the same! Mine is slightly larger because the five halls in the front yard are places for everyone to discuss matters."

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Didn't lie to me again this time?"

"Of course not!"

Xiang Xiaoyu hummed heavily and said: "Go take a look; if there is any falsehood, I will turn around and leave."

A moment later, the two arrived at the Xiancheng, and Little Wei Yuan led Xiang Xiaoyu to the residence reserved for him. Walking into the courtyard, Xiang Xiaoyu's face suddenly changed.

In the corner of the courtyard grew the night orchids he liked most, swaying gracefully. A golden osmanthus was planted in the east, emitting a faint fragrance. These immortal plants were satisfactory to even the most picky him from orientation to flower color. Besides that, the layout of the room, and even the style and color of the furniture and decorations, were all things Xiang Xiaoyu loved. This courtyard, except for being a bit small, was almost exactly the same as Xiang Xiaoyu's residence in the Xiao family ancestral land.

Xiang Xiaoyu could no longer maintain his composure and asked: "This, what is going on with this layout?"

Little Wei Yuan said: "Didn't you say what color you liked, what kind of layout? When building the city, I built it according to what you said."

Xiang Xiaoyu wondered: "I said these? Why don't I remember?"

Little Wei Yuan answered as a matter of course: "You didn't say it specifically; it was all said in bits and pieces. You said you liked something this time, and said something else next time. Whatever you said you liked, I wrote it all down. Look, it's all used."

Xiang Xiaoyu suddenly turned his face to one side and didn't look at Little Wei Yuan.

"What's wrong with you?" Little Wei Yuan asked.

"Nothing, it will be fine in a while. Let's go inside and take a look."

A moment later, after seeing all the furnishings in the room, the two finally sat down in the study. Xiang Xiaoyu was already back to normal at this time and smiled: "After you summoned those three Yu Jing great demons, there was a sentence I really wanted to say, but I held it back later."

Little Wei Yuan was very curious: "What did you want to say?"

"... Change a batch."

"..." Little Wei Yuan was speechless.

Xiang Xiaoyu laughed, and finally felt comfortable. He asked with a smile: "If I insist on letting you change a batch, what can you do?"

Little Wei Yuan seriously took stock of the inventory of the worldly fireworks, but felt that saying it directly was a bit inappropriate, then subtracted some, and said: "... I still have over fifty Dharma Forms."

Xiang Xiaoyu's smile froze.

Little Wei Yuan tentatively asked: "Should I change a batch again?"

Xiang Xiaoyu felt that if he changed again, it would really be a bit shameless, so he barely squeezed out a smile and said: "No need to change."

Little Wei Yuan was now deep in thought, feeling that "no need" meant he still wanted to change. If he changed again, he would only be able to release the girl's sarcasm, which should be able to beat that so-called Star Lord, right?

If he changed again, he could only summon the three-eyed bird head, but it was easy to lose control. After all, the three-eyed bird head liked high-level Dharma Forms the most.

Xiang Xiaoyu said again: "I have another question; those four characters 'building a cart behind closed doors' you wrote, are you really not mocking me?"

Little Wei Yuan was startled: "The prototype of the cargo truck installed with the new engine will go offline tomorrow, and I specifically wrote the characters. That was prepared for Uncle-Master Yu Zhizhuo."

Xiang Xiaoyu was stunned: "But... is it really good to send the phrase 'building a cart behind closed doors'?"

Little Wei Yuan laughed: "Otherwise? Open your eyes to see the world? The outside world is desolate, so we can only build a cart behind closed doors, right?"

Speaking of this, the misunderstanding was finally resolved, and Xiang Xiaoyu was persuaded by Little Wei Yuan to stay, preparing to continue to be the Yong'an City Lord.

Little Wei Yuan called people in to add the necessary daily necessities to the courtyard, and then said goodbye and left. However, before leaving, Little Wei Yuan hesitated, but still reminded: "It rains a lot in Azure Void, and the road is slippery on rainy days. You must be careful, go out less if there is nothing to do."

Xiang Xiaoyu was quite strange, not understanding why Little Wei Yuan's speech became hesitant. Little Wei Yuan clearly had something to say, but refused to say it clearly, and when Xiang Xiaoyu pursued the question, Little Wei Yuan had already fled in a panic.

Xiang Xiaoyu was puzzled in his heart, but not in a hurry; anyway, he would know in two days. At the moment, this residence was very much to his liking, just like in the Xiao family ancestral land. Xiang Xiaoyu strolled to the cultivation room, preparing to be in seclusion for a few days, communicate well with the Shaoyang Star Lord, and consolidate the Dharma Form.

Just at this time, someone suddenly knocked on the courtyard door.

Someone visiting the Xiancheng? Xiang Xiaoyu's divine sense swept over and found that the person standing at the courtyard door was unexpectedly Zhang Sheng, so he hurriedly got up to open the door. Xiang Xiaoyu was still quite respectful to Zhang Sheng; not to mention Zhang Sheng's peerless talent, just that invincible heart was the model for all sword cultivators.

Zhang Sheng didn't enter the courtyard, but said: "This is not a place to talk; follow me to the fighting platform. Your Shaoyang Star Lord looks quite extraordinary; it just so happens that I have cultivated some similar immortal swords, so we can spar."

Xiang Xiaoyu was somewhat dazed. Zhang Sheng's four immortal swords were quite famous; he naturally knew about them, but he didn't know about things after he left. Could it be that after not seeing each other for a few years, Zhang Sheng also cultivated the Immortal Sword Great Sun?

On the fighting platform, the two stood opposite each other. There was no one around the fighting platform, only a group of divine senses huddled together, hiding in the distorted space.

Zhang Sheng didn't like to talk much, and with a wave of her hand, she summoned a sword-holding immortal, holding a burning immortal sword in his hand, standing in a remote confrontation with the Shaoyang Star Lord. The sword-holding immortal was mediocre, and the burning immortal sword was far dimmer than the Great Sun opposite, simply a cottage-style shrunken version of the Immortal Sword Great Sun.

Xiang Xiaoyu suddenly had a line of fire rising above his head, and in an instant, he recognized that what the sword-holding immortal held in his hand was exactly the Immortal Sword Pseudo-Sun!

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