After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

Lin Fengmian watched this scene and couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that those with the cultivation level of a pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivator, or even the late-stage Core Formation cultivator, can basically roam freely on this continent.

after all--

Nascent Soul cultivators are extremely rare.

Each of them, with little time left to live, huddled in their own caves, wishing they could stretch one day into two.

Extend your lifespan to experience the opportunity of ascension.

Who has the time to meddle in these trivial matters?

Basically, the supreme elders of the major sects and those Nascent Soul stage monsters are equivalent to nuclear weapons between countries.

Its deterrent effect outweighs its practical value.

They will never act lightly unless it is a matter of life and death.

Lin Fengmian shook his head and sighed:

"It seems that with Master Honglian, a master in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, overseeing this journey, the safety level is at its maximum."

Meanwhile, the Crimson Lotus Immortal, who was controlling the flying boat, would occasionally release her divine sense to keep an eye on what was happening on the flying boat.

When she saw Lin Fengmian interacting with Xiao Xiyue and Liu Shiyin from time to time, while Chu Qingyi remained silent on the side, she nodded to herself.

This kid is indeed quite interesting.

-

Five days later.

Lin Fengmian and his party finally arrived at the Great Yan Dynasty!

When Lin Fengmian reached the window of the flying boat and looked outside—

The scene left him utterly dumbfounded.

Can this... really be called a city?

From afar, the imperial city of the Great Yan Dynasty looked like a sleeping ancient beast, lying prostrate on the earth.

The city wall soared into the clouds, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Lin Fengmian strained to look up, but couldn't even see the end of the city's height.

The city wall pierced directly into the clouds, as if it had merged with the horizon.

Above the clouds, faint spiritual light could be seen flowing, and countless restrictive runes flickered on the city walls, radiating a chilling pressure.

On the city wall, there is a tower every hundred feet, and on the tower stand fully armed cultivator guards, with powerful auras and piercing eyes.

Within the city, buildings stand in rows, seemingly endless.

The streets were wide enough to accommodate dozens of horse-drawn carriages side by side, and the flow of people and vehicles was bustling and lively.

Lin Fengmian was deeply shocked.

This imperial city could probably house hundreds of millions of people!

This scale is so large, he'd believe it if you told him it was half a moon!

In his previous life, when he worked as a male model in Shanghai, he had seen many big cities.

Compared to the imperial city before them, it was nothing but a drop in the ocean, utterly insignificant.

"This is the true civilization of cultivation..."

Lin Fengmian murmured to himself, his eyes filled with shock.

-

The airship gradually slowed down and landed on a wide, flat area outside the imperial city.

That place is a designated docking point for flying boats prepared specifically for visiting cultivators.

As soon as the flying boat landed, a cultivator dressed in the official robes of the Great Yan Dynasty came to greet it.

The cultivator had a serious expression and a deep aura; he was clearly a master in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

His gaze swept over the people on the flying boat, finally landing on True Person Red Lotus. He slightly bowed, his voice authoritative:

"Welcome to the Great Yan Dynasty."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and continued:

"Within the imperial city, no one other than members of the royal family may fly."

"Those who violate this rule will be executed without exception."

"Please take note."

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

His tone carried an unquestionable air of authority.

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill and unanimously bowed in agreement.

Standing beneath the flying boat, Lin Fengmian was finally able to catch a glimpse of the entire ancient city.

The wide streets crisscrossed, wide enough to accommodate dozens of carriages side by side. On both sides of the streets stood numerous buildings, one after another, with flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted rafters. Each building exuded a rich spiritual energy, as if it were not made of bricks and stones, but carved from spiritual jade.

Below, the crowds were dense and the traffic was heavy.

Cultivators flying on swords swept across the low sky, their swords flashing like rainbows; cultivators riding spirit beasts leisurely passed by, their spirit beasts howling, exuding an extraordinary aura; and ordinary merchants pushed carts, shouting and hawking their wares, creating a lively and bustling scene.

People's clothing also varied—

Some were dressed in fine robes and had an extraordinary bearing, clearly scions of noble families; others wore simple Taoist robes, holding whisks, exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom; still others wore animal skins, were rugged and unrestrained, and emanated a strong aura of malevolence, obviously rogue cultivators who had spent years fighting in the wilderness.

Many female cultivators were dressed either elegantly or revealingly, some with veils covering their faces, others with their fair shoulders and legs exposed, attracting frequent glances from passersby.

Lin Fengmian was utterly shocked by this scene.

In his previous life, when he worked as a male model in Shanghai, he had seen many bustling scenes of international metropolises. But compared to the imperial city before him, those so-called "international metropolises" were simply small rural markets.

This is the true civilization of cultivation!

It must be said, a dynasty is a dynasty.

Its profound foundation is simply incomparable to that of ordinary sects.

Although the Hehuan Sect is one of the three major sects in the Zhao Kingdom, compared with the Great Yan Dynasty, it is like the difference between a small landowner and an empire.

The sheer size of this imperial city alone is enough to crush any power in the Zhao Kingdom.

No wonder the Great Yan Dynasty was able to stand firm in the southern border for ten thousand years.

Lin Fengmian took a deep breath, withdrew his gaze, and followed Master Honglian and his entourage, led by the official, into the city.

-

The Great Yan Dynasty was clearly well-prepared.

The area specifically for receiving visiting monks participating in the competition is located in a separate complex of buildings on the east side of the imperial city.

When Lin Fengmian stepped into this area, he was completely stunned.

This is hardly a temporary residence.

This is practically a five-star hotel in the cultivation world!

Before them stretched a vast expanse of rolling courtyards, each with its own distinct character, featuring blue bricks and green tiles, and shrouded in a misty haze. The courtyards were filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs, their spiritual energy so intense it was almost tangible. Artificial hills, flowing water, pavilions, and towers were arranged with elegance and refinement, revealing meticulous craftsmanship in every detail.

Lin Fengmian compared it to his luxurious cave dwelling in the Hehuan Sect—

Compared to this courtyard, his cave dwelling looked like a latrine!

Not worth mentioning.

What impressed him even more was the service here.

Two rows of well-trained maids stood at the entrance, each one beautiful and with a sweet, professional smile on her face. Upon seeing Lin Fengmian and his entourage, they all bowed in unison, their voices clear and melodious.

"Welcome, esteemed guest!"

The voices were perfectly synchronized, as if they had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

Lin Fengmian was secretly astonished.

This level of service would have been considered a seven-star service in my previous life.

and--

His gaze swept across the courtyard.

Every few dozen feet, a guard in armor stood solemnly. These guards possessed a deep aura, piercing gazes, and emanated a refined spiritual pressure.

They were all at the Foundation Establishment stage!

Lin Fengmian's lips twitched.