Chapter 87: Qingyang City
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Qingyang Lake was originally an inconspicuous lake in the Wei Kingdom. Ever since it was discovered that there was a Level Three spiritual vein at the bottom of the lake, more and more cultivators lived here. The Golden Sun Sect even established the Qingyang Market here. After five to six hundred years of development, more and more cultivators settled here. Over time, it developed into the famous Qingyang City of the surrounding countries.
Dozens of days passed.
A spiritual light flickered in the distant sky of Qingyang Lake and quickly landed in front of a long bridge made of jade. As the spiritual light dissipated, three figures appeared. Shen Ping looked at the city sitting above the lake and heaved a sigh of relief. “There arc finally no accidents along the way. We’ve arrived at Qingyang City.”
He traveled day and night. Even when he was recovering his spiritual energy, he let Yu Yan and Mu Jin control the Dharma artifacts. He passed by several markets and didn’t go over. Although he wasn’t afraid of Foundation Establishment Cultivators with his methods, he tried not to provoke them as much as possible.
On both sides of the bridge were handsome and dignified statues. It was the Golden Sun Sect’s Supreme Elder. A breeze blew over the lake, bringing with it abundant spiritual energy.
The three of them could not help but take a deep breath. They felt that the spiritual energy in their dantian seemed to have increased a little. This dense spiritual energy environment would make cultivators happy.
Foundation Establishment and Golden Core were no exception.
After all, there was a Level Three spiritual vein at the bottom of the lake! If one could live and cultivate in the core of the spirit vein, even a rogue cultivator with pseudo-Spiritual Root aptitude could successfully build their foundation before the age of 60.
He walked along the bridge towards the city.
Most of the cultivators who came and went had relaxed expressions. Some stood at the edge of the bridge and admired the lake’s scenery. Occasionally, fish-type demon beasts would jump out of the water, their scales flickering with a luster.
“I’ve long heard Shopkeeper Ding mention Qingyang City several times. Now that I see it today, it’s indeed a place that we rogue cultivators yearn for. I wonder how much the rental price of the houses here is?” Mu Jin suddenly sighed. In order to leave Cloud Mountain Parlour, she had almost emptied her storage bag. She only had a few Dharma artifacts and talismans that could be sold. If the rental price of Qingyang City was too high, it would be difficult for her to even live here, let alone return a favor.
When Shen Ping heard this, he could not help but think of his wife and concubine. Before he left, he had given them a lot of talismans and spirit stones. They should be able to last until now.
As soon as this thought appeared, he quickened his pace and arrived at the city gate. He paid the spirit stones and asked about the location of the True Treasure Pavilion before stepping into the city.
Boom.
With a step, surging spiritual energy surged from all directions like a tide. His blood seemed to be boiling as the spiritual energy in his dantian automatically circulated along his meridians. There was clearly a large-scale Spirit Gathering Array in the city that made the spiritual energy even more abundant. His gaze swept over. The wide streets were bustling with cultivators, and the shops were neat and orderly.
“So this is Qingyang City!” Shen Ping couldn’t help but sigh. Then, he led Yu Yan and Mu Jin to the main street. It was almost noon before they stood at the entrance of the True Treasure Pavilion.
Compared to Cloud Mountain Parlour, the True Treasure Pavilion in Qingyang City occupied a wider area and had a higher threshold. He raised his head and looked at the three words on the door board. It seemed to have an attraction that made people unable to help but immerse themselves.
“Fellow Daoist. The words ‘True Treasure Pavilion’ were written by a Nascent Soul cultivator. Don’t look at it for too long.” He came back to his senses. A graceful cultivator was already standing beside him. Moreover, he was at the seventh level of Qi Refinement at such a young age.
Shen Ping hurriedly cupped his hands and said, “Thank you for your reminder, Fellow Daoist.” He stepped over the threshold.
A delicate-looking female cultivator came forward. “This is the first time the three of you have come… Greetings, Honored Guest.” The smile on the female cultivator’s face immediately turned respectful.
“Take me to the shopkeeper.”
“Yes, please follow me.”
A moment later, in a private room on the west side of the backyard, Shen Ping saw the shopkeeper of the True Treasure Pavilion. To his surprise, Shopkeeper Ding was also there.
“Shopkeeper Ding!”
“Talisman Master Shen!
They greeted each other.
Shopkeeper Ding glanced at Mu Jin behind Shen Ping from the corner of his eye and said with a warm smile, “Tsk tsk, Talisman Master Shen, you’ve arrived so quickly. How admirable.” He was very surprised. There were only a few forces that could leave Cloud Mountain Parlour. The others were not easy to deal with. Talisman Master Shen’s methods were extraordinary, and he had Mu Jin with him.
“Let me introduce you. This is Shopkeeper Qu, an old friend of mine. However, Shopkeeper Qu is much stronger than me. He’s already at the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.”
Shen Ping hurriedly bowed respectfully. “Guest Elder of the True Treasure Pavilion, Shen Ping, greets Senior Qu.”
The True Treasure Pavilion in Qingyang City was the main station of the Wei Kingdom. To be able to be a shopkeeper here, he was powerful and had deep connections.
Shopkeeper Qu stroked his beard and said with a smile, “Guest Elder Shen, you don’t have to be polite. To be able to become a Guest Elder of our True Treasure Pavilion with just Qi Refinement cultivation, this potential is commendable, very commendable. You and Shopkeeper Ding came out of Cloud Mountain Parlour. I believe you have a lot to say. I won’t disturb you anymore.” With that, he left with a smile.
After Shen Ping and Shopkeeper Ding sat down again, Shopkeeper Ding took the initiative to say, “Talisman Master Shen, the family members of the guests and deacons of the True Treasure Pavilion are all placed in Linquan Alley in the west city. Later, you can go to the second floor and get a map jade slip of Qingyang City.
“When you settle down in a few days, I’ll set up a small wine for us to celebrate us leaving Cloud Mountain Parlour safely. At that time, Talisman Master Shen, you have to come!”
Shen Ping said immediately, “Definitely.”
The two of them chatted about some things on the way before leaving.
The cold wind blew at the entrance of Linquan Alley at three in the afternoon. The withered cloud fir let out a whooshing sound.
Shen Ping held Yu Yan’s wrist and was actually a little nervous. Although he had not been separated from his wife and concubine for long, he understood the feeling in his heart the moment he sent them on the flying ship.
Years of days and nights could not compare to this moment of apprehension.
“Husband, let’s go!” Yu Yan took the initiative to grab Shen Ping and step into the alley.
They arrived at the 768th courtyard of the D-class. The familiar layout of the house entered their line of sight.
Shen Ping took out the communication talisman. The door of house number five opened.
Wang Yun, whose face was already covered in tears, rushed over at an extremely fast speed. She threw herself into Shen Ping’s arms, her voice filled with joy and excitement. “Husband, husband, you’re finally here.”
Bai Yuying followed closely behind. Her eyes were red, and her soft voice was a little choked up. “Husband, don’t scare Ying’er like this in the future.”
Luo Qing stood at the door of the house, her eyes slightly moist. Shen Ping noticed the gazes of the other houses and said gently, “Let’s go in and talk.”
He slowly walked into the house. The moment he closed the door, Shen Ping carried his wife and concubine to the main room on the second floor. The longing in his heart turned into a bed frame that swayed and rippled.
He sniffed every inch greedily. It was as if he wanted to completely integrate his wife and concubine’s voice and smile into his sea of consciousness.
Nine at night, Yu Yan looked up at the floor that was gradually calming down and smiled helplessly. Then, she closed her eyes and reminisced.
Inside the house, the pink and purple embroidered undergarments were casually thrown away. Wang Yun and Bai Yuying’s black hair had already been messed up and scattered on both sides of their shoulders.
Shen Ping hugged his wife and concubine and asked them about their lives in Linquan Alley. There were no troubles. Ever since they were settled here, other than occasionally buying spirit rice, the two women basically did not leave the house. They did not even go out.
“Husband, the deacon of the True Treasure Pavilion who settled down said that we can only stay here for a year. Once the time is up, we have to leave. If you don’t come, Sister Yun’er and I don’t know what to do!”
“Hehe, fortunately you’re here and we can live a stable life!” Bai Yuying hugged Shen Ping’s arm and said with a dazed expression, “It’s so good to have you, Husband.”
Shen Ping pinched her face. He thought of the black-robed, blood-masked cultivator and could not help but whisper, “Ying’er, your brother is still alive.”
Bai Yuying’s dazed eyes instantly sobered up. “Husband, what… what did you say just now?”
Shen Ping did not say anything. Instead, he waved his hand and took out the pair of jade pendants from the storage bag beside him. It was placed in Bai Yuying’s palm.
“Brother. You’re alive! You’re really alive!” Tears unknowingly flowed down from the corners of Bai Yuying’s eyes. She held the jade pendant tightly and looked up at Shen Ping. “Husband, is… is this true?”
Shen Ping said gently, “Your brother personally handed this to me. When he left, he asked me to take good care of you. Speaking of which, I was able to leave this time because of your brother.”
Seeing her husband say that, Bai Yuying smiled brightly. “Little Brother has become successful. Husband, thank you!” As she spoke, she turned around and climbed up.
Shen Ping looked into Bai Yuying’s eyes, where silver light was blooming..