This Dao Ancestor is too young.

The child, dressed in linen clothes, became much bolder after seeing the boy's gentle attitude.

"As for the major events that have recently occurred in Linhai City, one of them is related to the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce."

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly tapped the hilt of his sword with his fingertip and slowly uttered a single word:

"explain!"

"A little over a month ago, the fourth young lady of the Chamber of Commerce arrived. I heard that the city she was in charge of had suffered a demonic calamity, which caused a great sensation in the city at the time, after all..."

The child's eyes held envy:

"The Jiang family, where the Fourth Miss resides, has a Foundation Establishment cultivator among its members. Which blind brat dares to act like this?"

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his eyes. Jiang Chuyu?

I wasn't too surprised by his background; someone who could casually produce a barrier-breaking talisman must have a decent background.

Lost in thought, the boy continued forward, but suddenly stopped and looked at a shop selling robes on the side.

His gaze fell to the faded cotton coat he was wearing. He'd changed into it after slaying bandits in Little Snake Mountain stronghold, and it was badly tattered from the fighting; it was time for a new one.

"Please wait a moment."

Before the words had even finished, he was already walking towards the shop.

The shop was small, with various styles of robes hanging inside, many of which shimmered with a spiritual light. An elderly man with gray hair lay listlessly on the counter.

The young man glanced around, climbed the steps, entered the shop, and spoke directly:

"Shopkeeper, please change into a new outfit to match my current figure."

Upon hearing this, the old man stood up, glanced at the young man, and slowly said:

"Any requirements regarding the style of the robe?"

"Comfort is all that matters."

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped forward and casually glanced at the robe.

The old man nodded and began rummaging through the pile of clothes.

Soon, a purple robe was pulled out from the corner and handed over:

"Check if it fits?"

Zhang Yuanzhu took the robe, put it on, and then stretched his arms and legs to make sure it wouldn't interfere with the fight. He nodded in satisfaction.

"This one will do."

The boy was dressed in a purple robe, with long hair cascading down his shoulders. His eyes were bright, and his skin appeared even whiter against the backdrop of the robe.

He stood there, tall and slender, with unparalleled heroic bearing and flowing hair, exuding an otherworldly charm.

"Sir, you have excellent taste. This purple robe is made of spirit silk and is inscribed with cleansing and dust-removing arrays, making it extremely precious..."

"How many?"

Zhang Yuanzhu interrupted the old man.

"Three spirit stones!"

Upon hearing this, the young man frowned slightly; such a price was already quite expensive.

However, he didn't haggle. He took out spirit stones from his storage bag, raised his palm, and tossed them over.

"Cash and goods settled."

He turned around and walked out of the shop.

The old man was left alone in the shop, playing with the spirit stones, watching the young man's departing figure with a conflicted and hesitant look in his eyes.

He seemed to have encountered a "fat sheep," but the other party's temperament was too outstanding, and even the old man, a seasoned robber, hesitated in his heart.

On the other side, Zhang Yuanzhu had just stepped out of the shop when he saw a child with an anxious face.

When the child saw the boy come out, he quickly went forward:

"Senior, this clothing shop is 'not clean,' so don't flaunt your wealth."

The senior colleague moved too quickly; he had no time to stop him before the other person walked into the shop.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu's expression did not change much.

"It's nothing!"

He paused, noticing the child's still uneasy expression, then stepped forward, his gentle voice carrying:

"I intend to stay here permanently, and as long as I do not leave the city, I will be fine."

At this moment, the child's uneasy expression subsided slightly, and he quickly followed:

"Fighting is prohibited within the city, and this rule has become even stricter since the arrival of the Divine Arrest Bureau."

The two walked and talked, during which the child told them a lot about the rules of Linhai City, and Zhang Yuanzhu listened carefully.

Before I knew it, I passed by a teahouse, and noise and discussions kept coming from inside.

"The once-in-a-decade Dragon Festival is about to begin again."

"Countless lives will suffer."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly, his five fingers lightly gripping the hilt of his sword.

The Jiaolong is a powerful creature containing the bloodline of a true dragon. Once it reaches adulthood, it will surely be able to contend with Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The boy turned to look at the child and whispered:

What is a dragon sacrifice?

A flicker of fear crossed the eyes of the child dressed in burlap clothes.

"The Dragon Festival is a grand event unique to Linhai City, held once every ten years. People pray and kneel before the dragon to ensure that Linhai City enjoys favorable weather and abundant spiritual resources..."

The child's account was very vague, as if it were the story of ordinary people kneeling and worshipping gods.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze and looked deeply at the child.

He knew the other party hadn't told the truth, but he didn't pressure them.

"Lead the way, go directly to the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce."

"good!"

As they exchanged questions and answers, the two quickened their pace and headed towards the center of the city.

Soon, a vermilion pavilion came into view, standing nine stories high, with the two characters "Qingyun" shining brightly on the plaque above the door.

Beneath the plaque, figures came and went, creating a lively scene.

Even from outside the pavilion, one can vaguely see beams of precious light emanating from within.

This is a more prosperous location compared to the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce in Jiaoyuan City.

Zhang Yuanzhu took out two grains of spirit sand from his bosom and handed them over.

That's enough for now.

Upon hearing this, the child accepted the spirit sand, bowed respectfully, and slowly retreated.

"If you ever need anything in the future, please come to the city gate to find me. I will certainly not disappoint you."

Zhang Yuanzhu watched the child's departing figure and shook his head.

The other party's words were not sincere; they held back too much.

Then, the young man looked up at the pavilion, a slight smile playing on his lips, and entered with his sword slung over his shoulder.

Ta-ta-ta~

A crisp sound of footsteps rang out.

The moment the young man stepped into the attic, a sweet-looking maid in the corner caught his eye with delight.

Walk quickly forward:

"Young master, you've arrived in Linhai City?"

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the familiar woman in front of him. It was this woman who had served him when he bought spiritual items at the Qingyun Merchant Guild in Jiaoyuan City.

Unexpectedly, in a different city, it was still the same old friend.

"I have come here to find Fellow Daoist Jiang."

The boy had a gentle smile.

Upon hearing this, the woman immediately pointed to the right side of the lobby:

"Young master, please rest in the side hall for a while. I will go find the young lady immediately."

Then, they walked towards the side hall.

Zhang Yuanzhu followed closely behind and arrived at a rather luxurious hall.

The ground is paved with vermilion black stones, and the furniture is carved from wood imbued with spiritual energy. A pot of hot tea is placed on the table, with wisps of steam rising from it.

Guided by a maid, Zhang Yuanzhu sat down on a wooden chair.

The woman picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it in front of the boy.

"Young master, please have some tea!"

She paused, put down her teacup, bowed, and looked at him with gratitude in her eyes.

"Jiaoyuan City is my homeland. This time, it has been struck by demonic calamity. I am grateful to you, young master, for your help in saving the people from disaster and allowing my hometown to retain a glimmer of life."

She bowed again and again:

"My mother and I were spared thanks to the young lady's mercy and followed the merchant guild to save our lives, but we were powerless to help our fellow villagers."

The maid's words were full of apology and remorse.

People are considered inferior when they leave their hometown. If she had no other choice, why would she have brought her family to a city thousands of miles away?