Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest

Chapter 628: Chapter 628 Yongle (Part 2)

Switch to the kind of Loose Cultivator who doesn’t have much experience and is eager to obtain Yongle Immortal Register, and they might really be swayed.

This Jia Sidao’s techniques and demeanor are quite strong; he’s probably swindled people more than a few times.

But today, he truly picked the wrong person.

Because Wang Chen had already obtained temporary residency in Yonghe Immortal City!

So even if the other person spoke with flowery exaggeration, they shouldn’t expect to extract another Spirit Stone from Wang Chen’s pocket.

The two Spirit Stones he had given earlier, Wang Chen already felt a little shortchanged.

Forget it, consider it feeding a ghost.

After contemplating, Wang Chen didn’t discard the Message Talisman in his hand, but rather stored it inside the Sumeru Ring.

Characters of varying reputation like this often had their own connections locally, and who knew when Wang Chen might make use of the other party, so keeping a way to contact them was essential. @@novelbin@@

“Everyone stay where you are, don’t move!”

Right at this moment, a robust voice suddenly rang out, overpowering the clamor of the tea house.

“Inspect identities!”

The next moment, a team of black-clad Cultivators filed in.

The lead Cultivator had leopard-like eyes and whiskers, a vigorous build, and a double-bladed axe on his back, exuding an extremely fierce demeanor.

Swept by his sharp gaze, the patrons immediately fell silent as if stricken by cold.

Even Purple Mansion Cultivators obediently shut their mouths at this time and took out their identity plaques for inspection.

Cultivator identities are mainly divided into three kinds: Apart Registry, Immortal Register, and Clan Registry.

Apart Registry refers to Loose Cultivators’ origin, Immortal Register for Immortal City residents, and Clan Registry is more complex, encompassing both clans and Sects, and can also be included within the Immortal Register.

The team of black-clad Cultivators that suddenly burst into the tea house was dressed in tight-fitting clothes and equipped with Magical Enforcers while True Seals with the word “Yongle” were embroidered on their backs, and “Patrol” was printed on their chests.

At a glance, one could tell they were well-trained, and they were all Purple Mansion Cultivators!

No one dared to disobey their orders, regardless of their status, everyone cooperated with the inspection obediently.

Of course, Wang Chen wasn’t about to seek death by acting rashly, and when his turn came, he also presented the Identity Plaque that represented his Apart Registry status.

What he held was precisely the Apart Registry issued by Yongle Immortal City, which allowed passage throughout the Nine States Immortal Alliance, making it even less problematic here.

The Patrol Cultivator responsible for the inspection held a small copper mirror and shone it on Wang Chen’s Apart Registry Identity Plaque, then carefully inspected his appearance before nodding and letting him pass.

Wang Chen had just retrieved his Identity Plaque when he suddenly heard a soft “tap tap” sound nearby.

He instinctively turned his head and saw that seated in the innermost part of the tea house, just a few steps away from his own seat, was a Cultivator whose face had turned as pale as death, trembling uncontrollably.

It was, in fact, this person’s teeth that were chattering!

Due to the conspicuous display, this Cultivator’s unusual behavior immediately drew the alertness of the Yongle Patrol Cultivators.

In an instant, three ruthless auras locked him down tightly.

Several Patrol Cultivators had already placed their hands on the weapons they wore at their waists.

“Inspect identities!”

A Patrol Cultivator stepped forward and said in a deep voice, “Show us your Identity Plaque.”

However, after rummaging through his Storage Bag, what he pulled out was a Talisman!

“Courting death!”

An extremely domineering aura suddenly descended, enveloping the Cultivator with ill intentions.

Crack!

The chair he was sitting on immediately shattered into pieces, and he himself toppled over, unable to move at all.

“Take him away!”

The black-clad Cultivators arrived swiftly and departed even faster, quickly hauling away the Cultivator like a dead dog.

A short while later, the tea house suddenly returned to its former bustle.

“Another one who isn’t afraid of death!”

“Heh, he didn’t even have an identity and still dared to come here; does he really think the Patrol has nothing better to do?”

“Fellow Daoist, what will happen to him now that he’s been captured like this?”

“How about this? Take him in for now. If someone vouches for him and pays his ransom, then he can come out, but if there’s no one…”

“Then let him toil as a slave for ten years!”

“Tsk, tsk!”

Wang Chen silently finished his Spiritual Tea as he listened to these discussions and their Schadenfreude and mockery, and ate the remaining pastries.

Then he got up and left.

He didn’t go far and settled down in a nearby inn.

Yongle Immortal City could actually be divided into two main parts.

The main body was the Immortal City that perched atop the turtle’s back, while the surrounding Guard City on the ground differed from it as much as clouds differ from mud.

But the Guard City on the ground also had complete facilities, with shops, inns, taverns, and tea houses everywhere, bustling with activity and full of life.

Here gathered countless cultivators, longing for the Immortal Register or searching for opportunities.

Many of them didn’t know why they were busy or were simply living their lives, following the tide for a vague chance.

However, even in the Guard City on the ground, one could feel a sense of safety not found in the Loose Cultivator strongholds.

There were no threats from the Monster Race, nor attacks from hostile forces, and even the Slave Catching Teams didn’t dare to appear. Under the protection of the Bi Xi Giant Turtle, even the lowest of the Qi Cultivators could sleep peacefully through the night.

Perhaps this was why so many Loose Cultivators, despite doing menial and arduous tasks, insisted on persevering here.

By comparison, Wang Chen was quite fortunate.

He stayed in the inn for three days.

Then, every morning, he would stroll around the city perimeter, sitting in tea houses and taverns.

He would sit there for most of the day.

In such a diversified place, news flew quickly, and naturally, this included news from Yongle Immortal City.

The bizarre and interesting stories that happened in the Immortal City often spread quickly below, becoming hot topics amongst the lower level cultivators.

For instance, a few days ago, the Pictorial Immortal Ship of the Hehuan Sect flew into Yongle.

Rumors had it that the ship carried three hundred Immortal Maidens, including three Golden Core True Maidens. They opened the Peach Blossom Gate and invited the cultivators from the city to partake in the path of utmost joy.

The whole city was in an uproar!

However, the price to comprehend the path of utmost joy was not cheap; it was said that just one night with an ordinary Purple Mansion Immortal Maiden would cost five hundred Spirit Stones.

Still, a large number of Immortal City cultivators flocked towards it, sometimes even causing conflicts and disputes.

These “luxuries” of the “upper-class cultivators” occupied the hot topic charts in taverns and tea houses below for a while.

Wang Chen got tired of hearing these by the time his ears grew calluses.

By the fourth day, he couldn’t listen to it anymore.

So he took out a Message Talisman and activated it.

Soon, a middle-aged cultivator hurried to the tea house where Wang Chen was.

This man was Jia Sidao.

Upon seeing Wang Chen, a smile immediately appeared on his face, “Fellow Daoist, it’s been a while.”

Not that long, actually.

Wang Chen smiled and said, “Jia Daoist, there’s something I’d like to ask for your help with, of course, there will be a reward.”

Jia Sidao’s eyes immediately brightened, “I would love to hear the details.”

Wang Chen pulled out a scroll of Gold Silk from the Sumeru Ring and waved it to the other party.

Jia Sidao’s eyes widened in shock, “Where did you get this Gold Ticket Pill Book?”

Wang Chen smiled without saying a word.

What he held in his hand, the Gold Ticket Pill Book, could also be renamed something more down-to-earth.

The Yongle Immortal City Temporary Residence Permit!

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The second release is up.