Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 11 Xianxiafang City
Two days passed in a flash, and Song Xian arrived at Baoshen Pavilion as promised. He submitted his number plate and received a black slip. He was led by a female attendant to a room in the backyard. He saw that there were already twenty or thirty people sitting inside, including men, women, young and old. As time passed, several more monks arrived one after another.

Around noon, a young monk dressed in Baoshen Pavilion clothing walked in.

"The time has come. Our merchant ship is about to depart. Fellow Daoists, please follow me!"

Everyone stood up and followed him out of the shop and came to a wide and open open-air square in the city. Looking around, they saw several ships of different sizes parked there, all parked in a clearly defined frame.

Song Xian’s first feeling was like he was back in the parking lot. The only difference was that the vehicles were too big.

The spirit ship does not belong to the category of flying magic weapons. It is essentially different from magic weapons. If you have to classify it, it can be classified as a formation.

We can also get a clue from its hierarchical division. The formation is divided into first, second and third levels.

There are only three grades of magic weapons: top grade, upper grade, medium grade and lower grade.

The spirit ship is equivalent to a mobile formation platform. It arranges many wind-attribute flying formations on the huge hull, and uses the power of the formation to carry the hull into the sky.

Its material structure is very particular, and the hull is uniformly constructed of light wind-attribute materials.

The construction cost of this thing is very high, and it has no attack or defense capabilities. It is only used for transportation, and only some big forces will buy it.

Everyone boarded one of the merchant ships flying the flag of Baoshen Pavilion. The ship was about ten meters long and two or three meters wide, and there were many cargo boxes piled on the deck.

"You just stay in there. If you have any problems, you can tell the manager. Don't wander around during this period, especially don't go near the cabin and cargo area. If you get into trouble, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance." The man from Baoshen Pavilion said, pointing to an area at the stern.

A solid yellow line was drawn there. A room was built with a tent in the area of ​​the line, and there was a small guardhouse next to it. Everyone followed him into the inner room, which was empty and had nothing in it.

The tent is not big, about four or five meters long and two or three meters wide.

More than thirty people entered the inner room. Although it was not crowded, it was indeed a bit congested.

Song Xianfang sat on the ground when a voice rang out beside him: "Daoyou, are you going to Xianxia City as well?"

He turned around and saw a thin, middle-aged man with a rosacea next to him. He was a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining. He was secretly alert and nodded calmly: "Yes, I wonder if you have any advice?"

The man with the rosacea chuckled and said, "With your cultivation level, you are willing to spend fifteen spirit stones to take a merchant ship. I think you must be a direct descendant of some powerful faction!"

Song Xian remained silent: "I don't know what's the matter, friend?"

"I have something good." The man with rosacea pulled a small bottle from his sleeve and took out a yellow pill. "This is the Spirit Pill. One pill will give you a lot of energy and keep you going all night. I've tried it myself and it works very well. I know that the disciples of you sects and aristocratic families are usually strictly controlled and have little contact with the outside world."

"How about it? Give me a few. These are freshly made. Look, there's a number on the bottle! I made them last month, and they're selling for four spirit stones each in the market! These are my personal purchases, very cheap, three spirit stones each."

The man did not deliberately lower his voice, so everyone in the tent could hear it clearly, attracting a lot of attention.

Song Xian felt a little amused. He didn't expect to encounter such a thing on his first trip away from home.

"No, I don't need it."

Hearing his decisive refusal, the man didn't continue to pester him. Instead, he said loudly, "Soul Essence Pills, three spirit stones for one. I've personally verified the quality, guaranteed. Ten times the compensation if it's fake. Which fellow Taoist needs it?"

"Friend Wu, please save your money! Unless you eat one right now and then find a woman to have sex with you for us to watch, who would buy this thing of unknown origin? Who knows if it will be useful after eating it?" At this time, a burly middle-aged man said with a sneer, and it seemed that he was acquainted with him.

"I, Wu, am quite well-known among the merchants in Changping City. How could I ever sell fake goods? Wouldn't that damage my reputation?" The man surnamed Wu continued, "Three spirit stones for one spirit essence pill. You'll make a profit if you buy one."

Everyone ignored him. The man shouted a few words and then said nothing more.

About half an hour later, a burly man dressed in Baoshen Pavilion clothes walked in from outside.

"Our merchant ship, the Qingyuan, is about to depart. This merchant ship is heading to Guangxing City. Fellow Taoists, please show me your credentials for inspection."

Everyone took out their black documents, and the man randomly checked the credentials of a few of them.

"It's estimated to take two to three days to arrive. We'll provide you with food and water along the way. There's a passage on the left side that leads directly to the bottom of the ship for defecation. Fighting is prohibited on board, and you're prohibited from approaching the cabin or the cargo area. You can only stay in the passenger area and are not allowed to cross the yellow line. If you need anything, come to me. Does anyone have any questions?"

No one said anything, and the man walked out. As he left, many people in the room also left the tent one after another.

Seeing others go out, Song Xian followed them out as well. He saw the man from Baoshen Pavilion enter the small guardhouse next to him, and the rest of the people were sitting scattered in the yellow line area at the stern.

After a while, there was a loud bang, and the whole ship burst into dazzling light. Then the merchant ship slowly took off into the air, rising to a height of more than a thousand feet, and headed forward.

After passing the city walls, the spirit ship gradually accelerated and rushed towards the northwest. After a while, the speed stabilized. According to Song Xian's prediction, it was about three hundred miles per hour.

At noon, someone brought some cold, hard bread in a large bowl and some water in a small jar inside the tent.

After that, someone delivered bread every day at noon and evening. During this period, the merchant ship also stayed in a market town for most of the day and loaded and unloaded a lot of supplies.

Two days later, the merchant ship sailed into a mountain range shrouded in clouds and mist. The altitude gradually decreased and the speed became slower and slower.

Soon, a huge city wall appeared before our eyes, and three big characters on the city gate were "Xianxiafang".

The merchant ship stopped outside the city wall. Soon, a man in a black robe came onto the ship with a magic tool. There was a word "Tao" engraved on his clothes. It seemed that he was a descendant of the Tao family in Guangxing City. Like the Yunyi Sect in Changping City, he was a local tyrant responsible for the safety and management of the market.

After the man boarded the merchant ship, he put away his magic weapon and went straight into the cabin. After a while, he left with the magic weapon.

The merchant ship followed him into the city walls and came to the spacious and ordinary open-air square, landing steadily in one of the clearly defined frames.

At this time, the man from Baoshen Pavilion finally came out from the stern guardhouse and called everyone over. He himself stood guard at the tent exit and said, "We have arrived at Xianxiafang. Please leave in an orderly manner and hand your credentials to me. You can then disembark."

Everyone took out the black strips and handed them to the man, then left the tent and jumped off the stern of the boat.

Song Xian left the open-air square, found a passerby, asked the location of Fuyuan Inn, and went straight to the attic.

"Master, are you staying in the hotel or just stopping for a night?" As soon as he entered the inner room, a young woman came up to him and bowed gracefully.

"Is there a person named Lin Fu living in your store?"

Lin Fu is the pseudonym of George Lam. This was something the two had agreed upon beforehand. If he arrived at Xianxiafang first, he would stay at the Fuyuan Inn using the pseudonym of Lin Fu.

"Master, please follow me." The woman led him to a desk on the left side of the hall, behind which sat a middle-aged woman dressed in Tao family clothing.

"Sister Qiaoyuan, this immortal master is asking if there is an immortal master named Lin Fu living in our store?"

The middle-aged woman looked up at him with a smile on her face: "May I know your name, fellow Taoist?"

"My name is Song Xian, and Lin Fu is my senior brother. We agreed to meet here. I wonder if he has arrived? Please check for me."

"Fellow Daoist Lin Fu is in the third room of Courtyard No. 10."

"This is my first time in your store. How do I get to Courtyard No. 10?"

"Qing'er, take this fellow Taoist over there."

"Yes." The maid next to her responded and led Song Xian through the main hall and to the corridor on the left.

"How much does it cost per day to stay at your hotel?"

"Our prices vary. We have rooms priced at three levels: Heaven, Earth, and Human. The prices are ten spirit stones a day, six spirit stones a day, and three spirit stones a day respectively."

Wow, Song Xian was shocked. The cheapest room costs three spirit stones.

Such a large mansion must have at least a hundred houses!

An ordinary house can be charged such a high price just because it is located in the market. This is the monopoly profit!
I guess his is the only inn in the whole market, so he can offer such a high price.

The Tao family was originally one of the owners of the market town, and all the managers were members of the Tao family. Since they opened this inn, they would definitely not allow anyone else to open one.

The two of them turned many corners and finally arrived at Courtyard No. 10. They stopped in front of a house on the left with the words "Room No. 3" written on it.

Song Xian knocked on the door, and soon, the door opened. Lin Zixiang stood in the inner room, nodded to him expressionlessly, and said in a deep and deep voice: "Junior Brother Song, you are here."

"Senior Brother Lin, when did you arrive?" Song Xian stepped into the room. The space inside was not big, only about 20 square meters, but it was clean and tidy, with tables, chairs and beds.

The most eye-catching thing is a large dark red box in front of the bed, on which are pasted two yellow runes emitting faint light.

"I just arrived last night. Junior Brother Song, you came at the right time. I was just about to go out on some errands."

"Brother Lin, why did Master send you here?"

George Lam did not answer. He turned and walked to the dark red box, muttering something. Suddenly, the talisman burst into a dazzling light, forming a circular light shield, covering the box inside.

George Lam passed through the light shield with his right hand and uncovered the talisman on it. In an instant, the light shattered like a mirror and disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)