Global Games: Reporting the Great Ascension Stage at the Start

After being lost in thought for a quarter of an hour, Shen Hua finally looked at the chestnut horse beside him.

The chestnut horse was severely exhausted and lay on the ground foaming at the mouth. Although its frantic run was mostly due to the Qi Gathering Pill, its body was under tremendous strain, and it was now breathing more air than it could exhale.

However, with more rest, one can recover from this condition.

Shen Hua opened his personal panel, went to the pet section, and found the "Acquire Pet" button.

Clicking on it, the chestnut horse immediately transformed into a red streak of light and entered his backpack, where it became a red pentagonal sign with the character "horse" written on it.

"You've worked hard. Take a good rest in the signboard." Shen Hua thought to himself.

He looked at the sect and saw the three powerful characters "Qingzhu Mountain" written by the former sect leader.

However, he did not enter the sect. Instead, he found a small path on the side and walked along it towards the back mountain.

……

All the sects in the game have one thing in common: there must be a market town around each sect.

Just like in the real world, there are always food streets, internet cafes, and hotels next to universities, the existence of market streets can provide many necessary services for the cultivators inside the sect.

The market town of Qingzhushan is located on the back mountain. Shen Hua took the easy route to the back mountain, and the whole process felt as familiar as being at home.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the market, Shen Hua walked in without any hesitation.

The streets of the market were bustling with activity; unlike the deserted mountain gate, this was an extremely lively town.

In the game world, there is no separation between immortals and mortals. Mortals know of the existence of cultivators, and most cultivators also come from among mortals.

Therefore, the market has a large number of mortals without spiritual roots who provide various services to cultivators.

Of course, there were no players in the market; everyone was in their respective starting villages, so no one could find a place like this.

Walking down the street, Shen Hua attracted curious glances from the NPCs around him, and his head-turning rate was 100%.

The NPCs knew he was an extraterrestrial visitor, and the first one they had ever seen, as rare as a giant panda.

Shen Hua paid no attention to the stares from those around him. As he walked through the market, he looked around at the shops.

Qingzhushan Market is a very large market, even comparable to the markets of some large sects!

The reason for this situation is simple—the sect takes a small cut, but provides very thorough protection.

The market town has three north-south and three east-west roads, and is filled with shops selling all kinds of rare and precious items.

There are shops selling magical artifacts, talismans, and spirit beasts. Some shops even sell rare and precious medicinal herbs and puppets.

Especially the Wanzhen Pavilion in the very center of the market, which is adorned with jewels and carved beams and painted rafters. The main building is over five zhang tall, and even has pure gold decorations on the roof.

He was very familiar with these shops, especially Wanzhen Pavilion, where he was a regular customer.

"How about [Wanzhen Pavilion]? I'll start my plan here," Shen Hua thought to himself.

But just then, a thought flashed through his mind, and he remembered something very important!

Shen Hua stopped where he was, buried in his memories, his expression shifting between light and dark.

Seeing him standing there motionless, the passersby around him cast strange glances at him.

But no one would approach him to talk, just like you wouldn't go up to an alien and yell at it if you saw one while walking down the street, right?

Everyone glanced at him and then left.

Shen Hua stood there, trying to recall.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he made his decision.

He didn't enter those glittering shops, but instead turned and walked towards the entrance of the market.

At the entrance to the market, he flashed into a teahouse.

"Oh, how many guests are there?" Seeing that they were visitors from outer space, the shop assistant did not dare to neglect them and quickly came to greet them.

"One."

"This way, please. Let me tell you, you've come to the right place. Our tea is the best..." the shop assistant said enthusiastically.

Shen Hua did not interrupt the shop assistant, but instead looked around.

The shop inside the building is quite large, with more than a dozen tables in the main hall alone. Some passersby stop here to rest, while some locals drink tea and chat.

Everyone looked surprised when they saw Su Yu come in.

To the side of the main hall was a side room, which also contained four or five tables. At the very back of the side room was a platform, on which a storyteller was vividly recounting a tale. Shen Hua listened for a couple of sentences; it seemed to be about the Spring and Autumn Annals.

There were about seven or eight people in the audience, but they were all listening intently. Each of them had several empty teacups on the table in front of them, indicating that they had been sitting there for a long time.

These book lovers are all regular customers of the teahouse, who come specifically to listen to the storytelling.

Shen Hua walked into the side room without hesitation and sat down at one of the tables.

As soon as he sat down, Shen Hua interrupted the storyteller, saying, "Sir, I'm new here and would like to hear you tell a story."

"Where did this kid come from? Can't you see we're listening?" The surrounding tea drinkers immediately showed displeasure and turned around to look at him angrily.

The story was getting really exciting when it was suddenly interrupted by some random kid. If everyone hadn't been so polite and hadn't immediately recognized Shen Hua as an alien, they would have kicked him out.

The storyteller also looked embarrassed. He coughed twice and said to Shen Hua, "Young master, everyone here is a regular customer. Perhaps we should wait until I finish this part first..."

Before he could finish speaking, the storyteller's eyes suddenly widened. He stared intently at Shen Hua's palm, a look of shock on his face.

Shen Hua smiled slightly, gently placed the low-grade spirit stone on the table, and said calmly, "Tell me what I want to hear, and this spirit stone is yours."

Is this really true?

"really."

The storyteller's heart immediately began to pound.

That's three months' wages for him! Where did this rich old man come from?

The storyteller reacted quickly, bowing to those around him and saying, "Please forgive my rudeness, everyone. It's rare for this gentleman to be so generous. This tea is on us at the teahouse!"

Upon seeing the low-grade fire-element spirit stone on the table, gleaming with a fiery red light, the audience members instantly lost their temper.

How could these idle folks, who spend half a day sitting around with just a dozen or so coins, be compared to this old man who spends a fortune?

"Alright, alright, you're rich and powerful, let's wait and see."

"In that case, please go first, young master."

The audience members expressed their opinions.

The storyteller was overjoyed to see the matter resolved.

After casting thankful glances at several regular customers, he turned to Shen Hua with a fawning smile, "What would you like to hear, young master?"

Shen Hua took a sip of the tea that the waiter brought over. It should be called "eating" rather than "drinking," because it was a kind of tea porridge made by roasting and grinding tea leaves, then adding scallions, ginger, and orange peel.

"I'm new here, so I'd like to hear about the history of Qingzhu Mountain," Shen Hua replied.

"Haha, you've come to the right person to ask me about this!" The storyteller's eyes lit up when he heard Shen Hua's words; this was his specialty.

"I still remember those days..." the storyteller began to speak at length.