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Chapter 165: The ruler of Xuanwu State, a powerful Loose Immortal [Monthly Tickets Plus]

There are also magnificent temples in the city. The white marble buildings are towering into the sky, and the domes are supported by huge stone pillars, which are carved with mythological heroes and gods.

Incense smoke curled up from the temple, and believers prayed devoutly to bring peace and blessings to the empire.

The streets are bustling with people from different regions gathering here.

The nobles dressed in gorgeous clothes, wore precious jewels, and rode in beautifully decorated carriages, demonstrating their noble status.

Merchants were busy shuttling between shops, negotiating business, their faces filled with a desire for wealth.

Street performers performed wonderful shows in the corners, acrobats showed difficult moves, drawing cheers from the audience; musicians played beautiful music, and melodious tunes floated in the air.

The pub was bustling with people enjoying fine wine while talking about world affairs and trivial matters in life.

At the port, merchant ships come and go, loaded with goods from all over the world.

The huge warehouses were filled with precious items such as silk, spices, and gems. The prosperity of trade brought endless wealth to the empire. In the markets, there was a dazzling array of goods.

Farmers brought fresh fruits, vegetables and grains, and artisans displayed their carefully crafted works.

This prosperous empire is full of vitality and vigor. Its brilliance is like the brightest stars in the night sky, making people look up and admire it.

Before they knew it, the three of them arrived at the imperial palace of Xuanwu State.

The imperial palace is even more breathtaking. The golden glazed tiles sparkle in the sun, as if covering the palace with a layer of sacred glory.

The vermilion columns are tall and sturdy, with exquisite carvings, and every detail shows the superb skills of the craftsmen. The gate of the palace is solemn and majestic, inlaid with gems and gold edges, which makes people intimidated.

Looking at the prosperous palace in front of him, Ye Qian'an was surprised. The Xuanwu Kingdom was even more prosperous than the Bihe Kingdom.

Lin Xiuya said softly: "Our Xuanwu country is mainly famous for its formations, so the city is naturally prosperous."

"Every formation set up by a formation master is very valuable. Although not as precious as those set up by an alchemist, they are still hard to come by."

Ye Qian'an naturally knew this.

The most valuable things in the Shenzhou Continent are alchemists and formation masters. The price they pay is extremely high, and even ordinary formations can be sold at sky-high prices.

This is why there are so many people who want to become formation masters or alchemists.

Under the leadership of Lin Qiaoer, they soon arrived at the palace.

At this moment, what comes into view is a middle-aged man with extraordinary demeanor.

The man was wearing a gorgeous dragon robe. The bright yellow brocade shone brightly in the sun. It was embroidered with lifelike flying dragons in gold thread, with their fangs and claws bared, showing their majesty.

He wore a crown with a huge pearl in the middle and surrounded by countless gems, shining brightly.

The man's face was like a carefully carved sculpture, with clear contours.

His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his eyes were deep and sharp, as if they could see through everything in the world. Under his high nose bridge, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he looked majestic without even getting angry.

He sat upright on the dragon throne with an upright posture, like a towering mountain, giving people an unshakable sense of oppression.

His long black hair was neatly tied up, which added a bit of solemnity and calmness. Every movement and every look exuded the aura of a king, which made people feel awe involuntarily.

Lin Qiaoer walked forward quickly and said softly, "Father!"

The middle-aged man gently stroked Lin Qiaoer's hair, with a gentle expression on his face, and then said, "Qiaoer, why did you come back just now?"

"Father, we were delayed on the road for a while. Let me introduce you to him." Lin Qiao'er immediately grabbed the middle-aged man's arm, came to Ye Qi'an and said, "Father, this is the benefactor I mentioned, Senior Ye Qi'an, the pride of Qingxuan Sect."

"Oh?"

Hearing the word "benefactor", Lin Batian raised his eyebrows and subconsciously looked at Ye Qian'an whose face was flushed.

"Are you Ye Qian'an, a disciple of Qingxuan Sect?"

Ye Qian'an could clearly feel that the other party's strength was no less than Yun Zhonghe's, and he was obviously also a cultivator at the peak of the Loose Immortal realm, so he immediately bowed and saluted: "Junior Ye Qian'an, greetings to the senior."

Lin Batian nodded and smiled, "No problem. I didn't expect that you have such amazing talent. You have already reached the Mahayana realm at such a young age. I am very surprised."

Ye Qian'an touched his nose and replied with a smile: "Senior, you are too kind."

"You saved my daughter and brought her back to Xiniu Hezhou. Therefore, you are the benefactor of my Xuanwu State. I can satisfy you with whatever you want."

"really?"

Ye Qian'an raised his head.

"Father, Senior Ye Qian'an doesn't want anything. You just need to give him some precious wine."

"Oh?" Lin Batian frowned. He didn't need anything but wine. Was this little guy crazy?

Immortal cultivators focus on spiritual stones and magic weapons, but the other party doesn't care about other things, which makes Lin Batian curious.

However, Lin Batian did not say anything else. He waved his right hand, and hundreds of jars of fine wine appeared in front of Ye Qian'an.

Although it is not a precious wine, it is enough for Ye Qian'an.

Most of the wines here are thousand-year-old, and only a few are around two thousand years old.

It is rare to find thousand-year-old fine wine in the world of cultivation. After all, most cultivators are pure-hearted and have few desires, and rarely drink to improve their strength.

Therefore, Ye Qian'an was already satisfied to be able to obtain Qianmian's portion of fine wine.

Lin Batian put one hand behind his back and said, "Since you are Qiao'er's savior, I will naturally not treat you unfairly. I can satisfy you with whatever you want."

"Thank you, senior."

Ye Qian'an bowed slightly.

Lin Batian glanced at Ye Qian'an and said indifferently, "Ya'er, come with me."

"It's father."

Lin Xiuya patted Ye Qian'an on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Daoyou, let my sister take you to get familiar with Xuanwu State first. I will welcome you in the evening."

"Okay, then it's Brother Lao Lin Xiuya."

Ye Qian'an nodded, and then looked at Lin Batian's departing back. For some reason, he always felt that this formation master was somewhat hostile towards him.

Could it be that he saw that there was the power of the remains of a real dragon in his body?
If this is true, then I absolutely cannot stay here now, otherwise, there is a high possibility that he will hunt me down like Yunshan Old Dog did.

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