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Chapter 1855: Lin Xuan's Kind Deed

After entering the island, Lin Xuan and his companions did not linger. Soon, a magnificent city came into view.

Lin Xuan’s expression was indifferent on the surface, but deep within, he sighed softly. Centuries had passed, and here he was again, standing before the same coastal city that once stood tall. Alas, its master no longer resided there.

This time, their entry into the city went smoothly. The city's禁制 had not been activated; after all, the outer island already had protective measures in place. If this city’s protective array continued to run without pause, it would be considered reckless rather than prudent, wasting crystal stones.

Though the Holy City was vast and rich with history, there were countless places that required spending crystal stones. Therefore, saving where necessary was a must.

The streets inside the city remained as wide as ever, but the number of cultivators had significantly increased. Among them were both seasoned martial cultivators in battle gear and scattered cultivators dressed in various odd outfits.

Crowds thronged about, and Lin Xuan’s divine sense swept across the scene. The cultivators’ cultivation levels varied widely.

"Brother Lin, why don’t we find a place to stay first? We can go to the main hall later to see if there are any suitable missions."

The voice of Huang Tingzong entered his ears. Lin Xuan had no objections and led the group towards the northern city.

This city had changed hands multiple times. Initially, it fell into the clutches of an Old Demon Dragon, then was reclaimed by the Holy City. Over centuries, it endured countless storms. The layout now differed greatly from its former state.

Currently, the northern city was entirely allocated for scattered cultivators to reside in. It was the largest among the four cities—east, west, north, and south.

There were no restrictions on flying within the city, but a strict order had been issued: no aerial travel by cultivators. While some lower-ranked cultivators might have ignored this rule before, none dared test it since the punishment meted out to Heavenly Wind Demon Sovereign. After all, one life was enough; playing with fire meant no place to cry.

Fortunately, they could use animal-drawn carriages, which were quite affordable. So, colorful animal-drawn carriages pulled by various exotic creatures roamed the streets, along with teams of cultivators in uniform patrolling for security.

Lin Xuan and his companions hired a carriage and headed towards the inn.

After a short while, they passed through numerous streets and arrived at a row of beautifully designed pavilions.

These were the reception halls for high-ranking cultivators above the元婴期.

Contrary to low-rank cultivators who stayed in inns, the reverence and envy on the faces of passing cultivators indicated that this was a place of status.

Of course, condensation core and foundation establishment stage cultivators could also stay here, but under much stricter conditions. The same buildings required ten times more crystal stones than those for元婴期 cultivators.

Such terms were supposed to deter low-rank cultivators from even considering it. After all, their purpose in coming here was to earn crystal stones; spending ten times the amount would be sheer foolishness.

Wouldn’t that go against their original intent?

However, as they say, there are no limits to human ingenuity. From a rational standpoint, this situation should not have occurred, yet it did—more than once. Among these pavilions, three-tenths of the cultivators were below the元婴期, with one even at the peak of the灵动期, which was laughable.

Yet no one dared to provoke them. Considering their weak cultivation levels, they could only be either mentally unstable or backed by powerful allies, such as descendants of a scattered sect’s old master.

It seemed more likely that it was the latter. Until his identity was confirmed, no one would dare act rashly. After all, killing and looting required absolute certainty; acting recklessly would only bring disaster.

Lin Xuan’s thoughts raced. The information had been revealed by the carriage driver just now. They were already in front of the pavilion, where a cultivator dressed in green greeted them with a respectful bow: "Cui'er pays respects to the seniors. Do you wish to stay here?"

"Of course," replied Zhuo Tianyuan. "Otherwise, why would we be here? How much does it cost?"

"A single pavilion is akin to a miniature mansion, fully equipped. Renting for one year requires ten thousand lower-grade crystal stones." The cultivator’s gentle voice echoed.

"What? So expensive?" Zhuo Tianyuan’s expression changed dramatically. The other three members of the Yanshan Four Friends shared similar looks. In their city, renting such a mansion would cost them for decades.

"Hahaha, seniors don’t know that with so many fellow daoists flooding our city, prices naturally rise," the cultivator explained calmly.

The Yanshan Four Friends exchanged glances, their expressions grim. Indeed, misfortunes never come alone; they were already in financial trouble...

Lin Xuan’s expression turned slightly odd. He was skilled at reading people and knew that these four must be at least元婴期; it seemed unlikely that they couldn’t afford a few thousand crystal stones.

"Ha ha, Brother Lin, I think this place isn’t very suitable for us. Why don’t we stay in the city’s inns? What do you say?" Huang Tingzong’s voice carried an awkward tone.

"Yes, little brother also thinks the inn is better; perhaps it will be cheaper," Yu Miaorong added, his words honest and straightforward.

"No need, I think this place suits us well. Let’s get five independent pavilions connected." Lin Xuan smiled as he waved his sleeve, sending out five sparkling crystal stones.

"High-grade crystal stones," the cultivator’s eyes lit up, impressed by the generous offer.

"Haha, fellow daoists, we share a common spirit; several thousand crystal stones are nothing. If you refuse, I won’t consider you friends." Lin Xuan waved his hand with great ease.

"Fellow daoist, since you say so, the four of us will be honored to accept," Huang Tingzong’s eyes flashed with determination and he no longer refused.

"As it should be."

Lin Xuan’s face showed satisfaction. Over centuries, he had seen all kinds of cultivators—crafty ones and honest ones. These four clearly fit into the latter category; a few thousand crystal stones were nothing compared to their status.

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