nycdaug Chapter 220 Fang Du
Chapter 220 Fang Du
Liu Jun doesn't dislike bright colors, but he's used to keeping a low profile and wears his robes all year round, so he naturally prefers plain colors.
Blood coral is as vibrant in color as its name suggests, so the robes made from it are naturally anything but understated. It's the first choice, but not the best one.
Since stepping into the territory of Shifangdu, she could feel the biting cold constantly assaulting her, even more so than at the bottom of Sumeru Sea.
The far north means it can't have four seasons or a warm, spring-like climate like the south.
It is even colder than the snow country I had imagined. If an ordinary person came here, they would freeze into something harder than steel bars in less than a day.
Indeed, the cold here is quite different from what I imagined. Even the air I inhale seems to be frozen, and every breath is painful. It can even solidify the spiritual energy flowing through my meridians.
There are no ordinary people in the Ten Directions Crossing, nor are there any weaklings.
People who can survive in such an environment must have exceptionally strong physical fitness; it's also an excellent place for physical training.
There are very few towns and almost no villages in Shifangdu. It's all glaciers. Liu Jun searched for a long time before finding a large city of considerable size.
To the naked eye, a huge protective array was shrouded above the city, presumably to protect it from the cold air outside.
The method of entering the city was no different from that outside; you could enter after paying the entrance fee.
"Oh, another newcomer. Ice Crystal City is really lively today."
"Hey, this time they even brought a pretty one. Could it be that they're here for the Night Crystal Flower again?"
Night-blooming jasmine?
Liu Jun walked over silently and overheard this.
Night Crystal Flower is a wonderful thing; it can only grow in this place called Shifang Ferry.
The Night Crystal Flower takes three hundred years to grow, five hundred years to mature, and a thousand years to ripen, making it a rare medicinal material for refining eighth-grade pills.
These things that have been around for thousands of years are extremely rare, and the older they are, the more precious they are.
Judging from the conversation between those two people, it seems that quite a few "outsiders" have come to the city recently, and most of them are here for the Night Crystal Flower.
"Shopkeeper, stay at the hotel."
"Oh, fellow immortal, you've come at an inopportune time. We've been quite busy lately, and our inn only has two superior rooms left today. Would you like to stay here?"
"How much for one room?"
"Manager, two superior rooms!"
Before Liu Jun could finish speaking, a female disciple from some unknown sect stepped forward, her voice also very loud.
The shopkeeper's face stiffened, and he smiled awkwardly at the person who came later: "I'm sorry, fellow immortal, one of the two remaining superior rooms in our shop has just been reserved by the fellow immortal in front of us."
The female disciple immediately looked over, scrutinizing the woman in front of her with a somewhat displeased expression.
He then gave her a perfunctory bow and said, "It's getting dark, and we're in a hurry to find a place to stay. Would you be so kind as to make way for us, fellow immortal?"
Liu Jun turned around to look at the female disciple. The veil covered most of Liu Jun's face, making it impossible for others to see what her expression was.
"It's getting dark, and I also need a room to rest."
The meaning is clear: she doesn't want to give it up.
The female disciple frowned slightly, and the atmosphere in the room became somewhat cold.
The city of Bingling has been crowded lately, and Su Qian finally found a reasonably satisfactory inn with a room available. Unfortunately, she was a step too late, so Su Qian's mood was not very good.
“Fellow Immortal, I have two companions who will be coming with me later. They have been traveling all day and are quite tired. Please make room for me.”
Liu Jun raised an eyebrow: "Oh... so what does this have to do with me? I was here first, no matter what."
After saying that, he turned around and took out a bag to pay.
Su Qian immediately lost her composure, and her tone gradually became impatient: "Do you know who we are?"
Liu Jun turned his head and looked him up and down, then turned back without saying a word.
"Shopkeeper, how much is a superior room per night?"
Being ignored like this, Su Qian's expression instantly turned extremely ugly: "Didn't you hear me talking to you! How dare a mere Golden Core cultivator ignore me? I am the disciple of the Sect Master of Shangyu Sect!"
Liu Jun turned his head and glanced at her indifferently again, but Su Qian suddenly looked horrified, her inner energy churning violently.
Despite being just a nobody at the Golden Core Realm, Su Qian felt immense fear upon seeing him, and her usually steady inner energy became chaotic.
"puff!"
However, in an instant, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and Su Qian collapsed to her knees in agony.
The unexpected scene attracted the attention of many people in the shop, and Liu Jun successfully paid ten days' rent amidst the shopkeeper's surprised gaze.
As he passed by the kneeling man, he said calmly, "You should be glad you revealed your connections, otherwise your path to enlightenment would have come to an end."
Having said that, he ignored her and went straight to the room the innkeeper pointed to.
Such things happen frequently. The people in the shop glance at it a few times and then, feeling bored, go back to doing their own thing, as if it were really just a trivial matter.
As for what happened next, whether the female disciple's companions found her or not, that was none of Liu Jun's business.
She was just teaching a lesson to someone who spoke rudely; they weren't her ancestors, so it's none of her business.
……
"Blood coral?"
"Yes."
"Then you've come to the right person. In ten days, there will be an annual auction at the Yanyun Pavilion. It's going to be very lively. There's nothing that won't be there. You'll have to go and see for yourself."
"Yanyun Pavilion?"
Another person chimed in, "That's right, fellow immortal, you probably don't know, but this Misty Cloud Pavilion was founded by Venerable Danle of the Fire Hidden Sect. Nowadays, there is a Misty Cloud Pavilion in almost every part of the continent. It's truly enviable."
So, this Misty Cloud Pavilion was founded by this person; he is indeed capable, and his surname is Dan...
Could she be one of those eight?
So far, the abilities of the eight people she has seen or heard about are varied, and each has their own strengths.
The ranking is highly questionable, and there are many people who are even stronger than those in the rankings. To this day, she still doesn't know how the ranking was determined.
The two men were right. Following their directions, Liu Jun arrived at the place called Yanyuntu and was astonished by its scale, which was comparable to a palace.
But it makes sense, after all, it's the main store of Yanyun Pavilion, so naturally it can't be compared to those branches.
The palatial auction house was huge, and there were always plenty of people coming and going.
I don’t know if it’s because of the annual Changsheng Auction, but there were more people than usual today. The shouts of vendors from all kinds of stalls and the discussions about transactions were very lively and bustling.
Liu Jun hadn't been to such a crowded place in a long time, and for a moment he felt a little dazed.
As we strolled along, we saw many rare items, and the variety of materials was quite complete.
Aside from the blood coral, which can only be obtained when the auction begins, the remaining materials needed to craft the robes were gathered here in no time, making the trip worthwhile.
In the remaining ten days, Liu Jun thoroughly explored the general situation of Ice Crystal City and also learned about the Fire Hidden Sect, which was largely consistent with what she already knew.
The only point of doubt is that the Fire Hidden Sect once had a traitor who severely damaged the sect, causing it to decline for decades.
This is no secret; everyone who lives here knows a thing or two about it. Back then, this matter caused quite a stir.
That person was the only disciple of the previous sect leader. He was exceptionally talented and was once highly regarded as the designated successor. However, for some unknown reason, he betrayed his sect a thousand years ago and has since disappeared without a trace.
Those who knew the inside story back then were mostly dead, injured, or went into seclusion, and no one was willing to talk about it anymore.
"Does that immortal friend know that person's name?"
"Oh dear, that was so long ago. I only heard about it from someone else. Do any of you know?"
The people chatting nearby also had expressions of either thinking or not knowing.
"Hiss... I think I heard the elders in the sect mention this. That person killed a lot of people back then, and it seems that he also killed the sect leader. People say that he went mad from his cultivation. It seems, it seems that he was... surnamed Qi."
"No, now that you mention it, I do remember. It should be Qi Guan."
"Oh right, that's the last name."
Qi Guan?
Liu Jun, who had been listening nearby, stopped and glanced to the side, only to unexpectedly spot a familiar figure among the group.
No, there should be two.
One was the female disciple who had argued with her about the room a few days ago, and the other, as if sensing something, also looked over here, their gazes meeting directly.
"strangeness……"
Lu Xihan...
"Miss Lu, what's wrong?"
Su Qian, standing to the side, was puzzled.
Lu Xihan did not respond to her, but stared straight at the other end.