“Esteemed Sirs, please check out our shop’s most exquisite new clothes! Made from the finest Moonfire Silk harvested from the depths of the Thousand Peak Mountain Range!”
A thin young man wearing blue robes called out loudly, hoping to attract the attention of potential customers amidst the bustling crowd.
“Half-price sale on all Spirit Enhancing Elixirs!” In front of a three-story shop named Spiritual Longevity, a burly man roared loudly.
“Frostcloud Wine at affordable prices!” Shouted another, his voice cutting through the cold air.
Everywhere they looked, similar scenes unfolded as Lucian, with Iris, Sylvia, and Nysa by his side, strolled along the stone-paved streets.
They could not help but look around in awe at the majestic Royal City.
Just walking for half an incense stick of time, Lucian sensed countless cultivators of various realms, their colorful robes creating a bustling scene against the white snow that continued to fall gently from the sky.
The street was wide enough that three four-wheelers from Lucian’s previous life could move side by side, even leaving enough space for passengers to walk comfortably without feeling cramped.
Unlike Azure Sword City, there were no small vendors setting up temporary stalls in the streets.
Most of the shops were two-stories tall, made of ancient Spiritual Woods, emitting a faint calming fragrance.
With Lucian in the middle, Iris and Sylvia walked by his both sides, gripping his arms tightly as they walked through the crowded street.
Nysa was walking behind them, also looking at everything with curiosity.
As they walked, Iris’s beautiful face and curvaceous figure naturally attracted countless gazes.
The young men couldn’t help but look at Lucian with envy and jealousy.
At the same time, they even felt disdain seeing Sylvia who walked on Lucian’s other side.
In their minds, they thought that Sylvia who was wearing a mask covering her face and eyes, was just a slave.
But when these men felt the suffocating Spiritual Pressure released by Nysa, they didn’t dare continue staring as they quickly lowered their gazes and walked away like frightened cat.
Although Sylvia couldn’t see the contempt in their eyes, Lucian naturally noticed it.
As much as he wanted to remove her mask, currently it would only alert the person behind it.
Shaking his head, Lucian stopped a passing cultivator and asked curiously, “Hello fellow cultivator, may I ask is it really this bustling every day?!”
However, the cultivator, a middle-aged man with a short white beard and plain brown robes, frowned deeply as he glared at Lucian, “Move aside! I have important matters to attend to!”
Lucian raised his hand to stop Nysa from taking any action, then he smiled and took out 10 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.
The cultivator’s attitude changed instantly.
He immediately grinned ear to ear and quickly pocketed the Spirit Stones and said, “This handsome Young Master, though the Royal City is usually bustling, it’s even more so now. The reason is the Tribulation Realm will open in a few weeks, and participants from all the Empires have gathered here. It’s quite chaotic and lively. However, I’ve heard some other news…”
At the end he stopped speaking and Lucian immediately understood.
He chuckled, taking out 2 more Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.
The cultivator’s eyes brightened as he quickly pocketed them.
“I heard an auction will be held three days from now at the Immortal Phoenix Hall.”
“Is that so?” Lucian nodded and after asking the location of the auction hall, he left with his women.
After walking for another half an incense stick,
“Lucian, I’m hungry. Let’s eat there,” Iris suddenly spoke, pulling Lucian toward a resturant.
Lucian smiled gently and let her do as she pleased.
After a moment,
They stopped in front of a four-story restaurant, the White Lotus Pavilion.
As soon as Lucian’s group entered, a young waiter immediately approached them.
“Honored guests, welcome to White Lotus Pavilion. Would you like a private room?” He bowed deeply.
Lucian nodded and calmly said, “Let’s go to fourth floor.”
“Excellent choice, Young Master,” The waiter’s smile widened and he immediately led them through the restaurant.
The fourth floor was divided into small wooden rooms, each protected by an Array Formation that prevented sounds from leaking out and blocked any external Soul Sense from probing inside.
As the waiter opened one of the wooden doors, Lucian and his group entered.
The room was simple, with a red wooden table in the center, surrounded by four chairs. A window on right side showed the view of the bustling streets below.
Iris and Sylvia chose the seats near the window, while Lucian sat beside Iris and Nysa took her place next to Sylvia.
“Young Master, what would you like to order? We hav–” But Lucian raised his hand to silence him.
Without hesitation, Lucian reached into his robe and threw a Spirit Beast bag to waiter, “Cook the snake inside. I’ll pay the labor and other ingredients fee.”
The waiter curiously opened the bag, and his eyes instantly widened as he saw what was inside, a Divinity Transformation stage Spiritual Beast!
His hands trembled slightly as he carefully closed the bag.
“We’ll prepare the best dish possible with this precious ingredient,” He hurriedly bowed and walked away after closing the door.
At this moment,
“Hik!” Iris suddenly trembled as she felt a hand on her thighs.
Then she immediately calmed down as she noticed it was Lucian.
She smiled sultrily as she spread her legs open.
…
At the same time,
In a different room of the White Lotus Pavilion, a young man with a long face resembling a mouse hurriedly entered.
“Young Master, I just saw a heavenly beauty, suitable to add to your collection! She is as beautiful as the Imperial Princess!” He spoke rapidly, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Is that so!?” A green-haired handsome young man slowly opened his eyes, revealing eyes as sharp as blades.
He looked at the mouse-faced youth with little interest, setting down the wine cup he had been holding.
Beside him were two more young men, eating spiritual beasts’ meat. As they heard the word “as beautiful as the Imperial Princess”, their interest was piqued.
All of them were wearing the same robes that marked them as disciples of the Royal Academy.