Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

The offerings to Luoyan City are still en route.

Su Chen has been quite bored these past few days in Xueyuan Palace.

Sun Long finally found an opening.

As soon as Su Chen pushed open the door to the attic, Sun Long came up to him, rubbing his hands together with a fawning smile on his face.

"Brother Chen!"

"I've got nothing else to do these past few days."

"Didn't I mention Huanglong City to you before?"

"It's only about half a day's walk from our Snow Abyss Palace."

As Sun Long spoke, he gestured to indicate the name.

"That place is bustling and lively!"

"Especially those places of pleasure, tsk tsk."

Sun Long swallowed hard, his eyes gleaming.

"Even Tian Shu Star City can't compare!"

Su Chen was both amused and exasperated, since this person had finally let loose and stopped pretending.

Beneath that elegant exterior lies a pervert!

Huanglong City...

Su Chen had heard Sun Long mention this name so many times that his ears were practically calloused.

Speaking of which, apart from Tian Shu Star City, Su Chen hadn't really seen many other major cities on this vast Xuanhuang Continent.

If I were to take over Luoyan City in the future, I would take proper control of the Xueyuan Palace in this area.

I need to thoroughly understand the customs, sects, and intricacies of this northern region.

Of course I'll go.

As for the so-called "place of pleasure" that Sun Long mentioned...

Why not go and see for yourself?

He rose step by step from Su Zhenchuan in Qingzhou to become a Grand Master in the Xuanhuang Continent.

Many people thought Su Chen was some kind of spoiled, arrogant cultivator.

But Su Chen had never actually been to the places that these spoiled cultivators frequented.

If I don't go, wouldn't I be ashamed of having carried the label of a playboy for so many years?

...

The city was built along a spiritual vein that resembled a coiled dragon.

The city walls were so high that Su Chen, standing on the shield in the distance, couldn't see the top of them at all.

Huanglong City is indeed magnificent.

Su Chen never expected that this place was just as prosperous as Tian Shu Star City.

Moreover, this place does not belong to any sect.

These are all small forces and families in the cultivation world.

The city was filled with various pavilions and lanterns.

Su Chen and Sun Long landed and walked along the main street.

The cries of vendors in the market came in waves, one after another, making people's ears ring.

They sell elixirs, magical artifacts, and spirit beasts; they also display spiritual materials.

At first glance, it's completely full.

Su Chen glanced at the passing cultivators.

Even the worst is a Foundation Establishment stage.

Golden Core cultivators and Nascent Soul cultivators are everywhere on the street.

Su Chen walked along, secretly marveling to himself.

This snowy northern land is truly bitterly cold.

But this Huanglong City is many times more prosperous than any other city in Qingzhou.

No wonder.

This area is capable of nurturing a sect with a profound foundation like Snow Abyss Palace.

Xueyuan Palace was actually just a mid-tier sect in the Xuanhuang Continent.

Along the way, cultivators would frequently bow and pay their respects to Sun Long.

"Senior Sun."

"Young Master Sun."

It seems that Sun Long has some influence in this Yellow Dragon City.

Also.

Sun Long was, after all, a prodigy of Xueyuan Palace, with a cultivation level in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm. He was considered one of the top talents in the entire Northern Region.

Moreover, this guy is aggressive and not someone to be trifled with.

Su Chen had previously thought that this guy was exaggerating a bit.

Looking back now, it does have some reputation.

But it was Su Chen's turn...

None of the monks who bowed to him recognized him.

Su Chen's name is now so famous in the Xuanhuang Continent that it could shake the heavens.

With a single sword strike, he shattered the Dragon-Trapping Formation; one man and one sword annihilated eight Nascent Soul cultivators.

However, Huanglong City is remote, and news travels slowly.

These people recognized Su Chen, who was famous far and wide.

Yet none of them had ever seen what Su Chen actually looked like.

Su Chen, on the contrary, felt that it was peaceful and quiet since no one recognized him.

...

Sun Long, familiar with the place, led Su Chen into the most magnificent restaurant in the city.

Zuixianlou (Drunken Immortal Pavilion)

The three gilded characters on the plaque were dazzlingly bright.

As soon as you enter, a strong scent of cosmetics hits you.

Inside the building, the sounds of string and wind instruments never ceased.

Several female cultivators dressed in light gauze moved among the guests, pouring them wine.

Sun Long found a seat by the window and sat down, his eyes already darting around the female cultivators.

Seeing his appearance, Su Chen couldn't help but chuckle.

This batch of colored fabric.

Su Chen picked up the wine that the waiter had just poured and took a sip.

The wine, as it entered my throat, sent a warm sensation straight to my lower abdomen.

That's not bad.

Su Chen was about to take another sip.

Suddenly, a commotion arose inside the building.

Su Chen turned his head away.

At the other end of the hall, several richly dressed young cultivators were surrounding an old man who looked like a rogue cultivator.

Beside the old man, there was a girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The girl was pale and thin, her face filled with panic, and she clung tightly to the old man's clothes.

The young man in the brocade robe, who was in the lead, kicked over the old man's stall.

The pitiful little bit of spiritual herbs on the stall were scattered all over the ground.

"Old man."

The young man in the brocade robe crushed the spiritual herbs on the ground with his foot.

"If you know what's good for you, leave your granddaughter here."

"My young master has taken a liking to her; that's a blessing you've accumulated over eight lifetimes!"

Behind the young master, several sycophantic cultivators joined in the commotion with smirks.

The old man protected his granddaughter and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Young master, spare my life..."

Not a single cultivator in the entire hall dared to utter a sound.

They all hunched their necks and lowered their heads, pretending not to see anything.

Su Chen toyed with the wine cup in his hand.

That cup was made of white jade, and several swimming fish were carved on its surface.

Su Chen's cultivation world is a place where the strong prey on the weak.

I saved this one today.

What about tomorrow? What about the day after?

In this world, there are countless rogue cultivators who are bullied like this, like stars in the sky. Can he possibly save them all?

Moreover, my current identity is sensitive.

It's better to avoid trouble.

However, Su Chen was not without compassion. It seemed that it would be better to send the two rogue cultivators to Luoyan City afterwards.

At least Luoyan City is quite friendly to independent cultivators.

No cultivator dared to bully a rogue cultivator.

Whether they can survive this ordeal depends on their fate...

Su Chen looked away and took another sip of wine.

This was not something he should be meddling in.

But Sun Long was beside him.

The eyes that had been darting around at the female cultivator were now fixed on the young man in the brocade robe.

"Brother Chen."

Sun Long lowered his voice.

"Those bastards are utterly despicable."

"The one in the brocade robe is a local playboy named Qian Tong. He's used to being arrogant and domineering because he has a powerful backer."

Sun Long gritted his teeth.

"This old man looks kind to me."

"Like the rogue cultivators who sent spiritual herbs to my Snow Abyss Palace in previous years."

Sun Long slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"I'm determined to handle this!"

Su Chen paused for a moment, holding the wine cup.

Before he could stop the person...

Sun Long had already stepped out.

An invisible pressure swept over them with a bang.

Those few hangers-on were only at the Golden Core or Nascent Soul stage.

He was so overwhelmed that his legs went weak and he collapsed to his knees.

The young man in the brocade robe, Qian Tong, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, turned pale.

...