The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1028 - 562: Golden Order_2

Ning Xiaoxian thought for a moment, her sleeve moved slightly, and the liquid gold monster Faceless emerged from within, taking its place respectfully on the tabletop, listening attentively to its mistress’s instructions: "For the next two days, follow Juan Niang. Once she leaves Heavenly Residence, track her activities, and report back if there’s anything unusual."

It was already dark outside, and Faceless nodded, slipping out through the window under the cover of night without alarming anyone. Faceless’s form was constantly shifting, and it could even hide within a teacup. When it came to stealth, assassination, and tracking, it truly was a skilled expert.

Today before entering the mirror at Heavenly Residence, she had specifically obtained another token, intended for Faceless. Arriving at the first great hall, Faceless in her sleeve was quite excited, seemingly interested in the abundant metals.

The liquid gold monster species is quite rare, and there are only a few existing. It’s likely that few people even know it exists. To advance in rank, it needs to continuously devour various metals. However, in Bashe Forest, which is rich in trees but lacking in minerals, Faceless doesn’t have the opportunity to feast. Although metallic ore, as a basic material for artifact refining and mechanical techniques, isn’t expensive, what Faceless fancies surely won’t be cheap metal. But she always remembers the old saying, "Problems that can be solved with money aren’t problems." If her underlings can enhance their strength, she’s naturally pleased, so she’s secretly noted the metals Faceless is interested in.

She stood up, stretched lazily, and turned to Jiu Mo: "Let’s go out for a stroll."

Over the past two days, she had seen the pre-exhibition at Bai Yujing. She should have been meticulously sorting in her mind what items to purchase. But among these exhibits, there was no Nanming Lihuo Sword, causing her to lose interest and just want to go out for some leisure.

The waiter at the inn had told her the locations of several high-end restaurants. Ning Xiaoxian shook her head and said, "Not going there." Those places were likely crowded with cultivators now. Having socialized the entire afternoon, she just wanted a place to casually grab a bite.

She was about to say more when she suddenly fell silent and walked out of the private room to look below.

At this moment, the cloth curtain at the inn’s entrance was lifted, and a figure walked in.

Before he had time to look around, someone upstairs had already descended the ladder, smiling at him: "Whistle Brother, long time no see!" The crisp voice drew the attention of many guests in the hall.

The person who came in, originally with indifferent eyes, immediately had a touch of softness.

This person was none other than the long-lost Whistle. The last time they met was outside the Heavenly Ladder Secret Realm, and time had flown like a fleeting horse, with two years passing in the blink of an eye.

Ning Xiaoxian cheerfully ambled to him, suddenly grabbing his sleeve and said: "Came to find me? Haha, we’re about to go out for food, join us? I’ll treat!"

This gesture, when she was learning the life-or-death technique from Whistle, was something she often did. After her movement technique greatly improved, she could often grab his sleeve. Whistle, seeing this familiar action, had his Adam’s apple move up and down, and his eyes were slightly moist, yet he forcibly pulled a smile on a stiff face and said: "Where do you want to eat? I’ve been to Central Capital three times, I can show you around."

"Uh, you better not smile." That expression was honestly hard to look at. She still couldn’t understand to this day what Tan Qinghe saw in this man.

The three left the inn. The store manager of Ningyuan Hall’s Central Province branch had already housed several mounts in the inn’s stable, so Ning Xiaoxian instructed the clerk to bring three Green Water Golden Eye Beasts forward, flipped onto one, and followed Whistle’s lead speeding away.

It’s worth mentioning that Central Capital had lifted the curfew system decades ago, with the four outer city gates open around the clock, patrolled day and night by special guards sent by the City Governor’s office. Almost every moment, numerous merchants, cultivators, civilians, and nobles from all corners of the Southern Continent flowed in and out, continuously providing the city with fresh vitality. However, in the inner city, mortals were prohibited from entering at night.

It was a time when the city was brilliantly illuminated. As they jogged with their mounts along the straight main street, their front and rear surrounded by a constant stream of people, left and right were the dazzling thousands of lights stretching endlessly, so bright and warm that they almost overshadowed the moon.

Whistle knew she valued her appetite the most and wanted a comfortable place to talk, so he took the lead towards the outer city. The inner city’s restaurants served meticulously prepared food, while to taste the most authentic local cuisine, they had to head to where the commoners gathered.

Luckily, this place was not hard to find. Shortly after they left the inner city gate, Whistle reined in his horse, stopping at a place called "Food Workshop."

Ning Xiaoxian looked at the scene before her, rendered speechless.

What Food Workshop, this was clearly a night market!

This was a place designated within the workshop to set up numerous leather tents. Each tent with a "wind lamp that could anger the wind" hanging at its entrance was a little shop. Right before her were countless such lamps, densely populated, possibly numbering three to four hundred shops. These small shops were packed tightly, lifting the tent flaps revealed only a few small round tables inside, with two small stools beside each, separated from neighboring stalls by only two layers of oilcloth. If short of soy sauce, salt, or vinegar, one might even borrow from next door.

Whistle was quite familiar with these places, presently leading her through the matrix-like pile of tents, quickly arriving at a small shop to sit down, ordering seven or eight dishes.

The shop was almost full, the owner was busy enough to lose sight of his own heels. After hearing the order, he tossed over a dish of peanuts soaked in old vinegar and a dish of pickled radish skin without turning back. If not for Whistle raising his hand to block, these dishes might have slipped right off the table. (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) and cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)