Devouring demons, I attain immortality.

The city gate was bustling with people.

Cultivators from different sects and families in the Great Qian Kingdom, dressed in different clothes and carrying their own unique magical artifacts, walked into the city in groups of three or five.

Some of these people were in a hurry, while others were leisurely chatting and laughing with their companions.

At the Jinzhou city defenses, several guards blocked the group's path.

The lead guard's gaze swept coldly over the group, and he asked with a stern expression, "Where do you come from? What brings you here?"

"We come from the Qingyun Sect of Dongke Prefecture in the Great Qian Kingdom. We heard that a grand gathering of cultivators is being held in Jinzhou City, so we came here to participate. We hope that you officials will be lenient with us."

Su Yichen quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands slightly, and said respectfully.

All the guards of Jinzhou City were cultivators, and even the weakest among them possessed the strength of the late Foundation Establishment stage.

The guard captain was even a Core Formation Realm expert, so even though Su Yichen was an inner disciple of the Qingyun Sect, he didn't dare to be arrogant.

As he spoke, he took out an invitation from his storage bag and handed it over.

The guard captain took the invitation, examined it carefully, and nodded after confirming that everything was correct.

He returned the invitation and said, "So you're a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. Please come in!"

The group passed through the city gates smoothly and entered Jinzhou City.

The sights inside the city were an eye-opener for them.

The streets were wider than I had imagined.

Lin An felt that such a wide street was comparable to some roads in later generations.

Shops line both sides of the street.

A dazzling array of cultivation supplies, including magical artifacts, elixirs, and spiritual plants, were on display.

The streets were bustling with people, filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and the laughter of conversation.

The stalls along the street displayed all sorts of rare and exotic treasures, attracting crowds to stop and look.

Some stalls displayed magical artifacts that emitted powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.

This attracted some inexperienced cultivators who were eager to try their hand at it.

Unfortunately, the rare and precious materials that could easily fetch thousands of taels of gold made even these scions of noble families unable to afford them.

Some stalls were filled with precious elixirs.

These elixirs emitted an enticing aroma that made one's mouth water.

"This is so lively!"

Zhou Yu rubbed his hands excitedly, his eyes fixed on the street stalls, wishing he could rush over and buy everything he could.

"Indeed, the rare and precious materials sold here are far more abundant than those in our Qingyun Sect. It truly deserves to be called the holy land for cultivators of the Great Qian Dynasty..."

Chen Yao couldn't help but sigh.

Her gaze lingered on the various magical treasures and elixirs, her heart filled with envy.

Lin An looked around, pondering to himself.

This place truly is a paradise for cultivators; no wonder it has attracted the attention of extraterrestrial demons.

With such abundant resources and such a strong cultivation atmosphere, it is comparable to the Great Qian Demon Suppression Division.

The crowd moved through the bustling streets of Jinzhou City.

At the entrance of an alley in the city center, they discovered an inn—the Cangran Inn.

The inn is unremarkable in appearance, made of ordinary bricks and stones.

However, a faintly glowing spirit crystal is inlaid on the lintel, making it stand out among the surrounding buildings.

The inn's door was half-open, letting in the warm light from inside.

The aroma of food wafted out from there.

Su Yichen took a deep breath and praised, "This place is nice, and it looks clean. Let's rest here."

"Hmm, I think it's a good idea, it feels so warm and cozy."

Zhu Ling'er nodded like a chick pecking at rice, her bright eyes scanning her surroundings.

Zhou Yu grinned and said, "That's exactly what I wanted. I'm exhausted from walking for so long."

Although Jinzhou City is a paradise for cultivators, it is not entirely occupied by them.

Most of the people who run inns are ordinary people.

However, the inns here are indeed more mysterious than those in other places.

Take the waiter who greets you at the door, for example.

Although dressed in simple clothes, he had a rosy complexion, walked briskly, and exuded energy and spirit.

It's obvious that it's been nourished by rich spiritual energy for many years.

"Please come in, esteemed guests!"

The waiter, beaming with smiles, greeted us warmly in a clear, resonant voice, "Our shop offers freshly cooked specialty dishes, as well as hot soup made with spiritual spring water. We guarantee you'll have a satisfying meal!"

"I didn't expect they had specialty dishes here! Interesting!"

Chen Yao said with great interest.

The waiter quickly waved his hand, somewhat embarrassed, and replied, "Hey, there are many cultivators coming and going. We ordinary people are grateful for their kindness, but we don't have any great abilities. All we can do is prepare some food to serve you fellow cultivators. Please forgive our poor skills."

Lin An smiled slightly, his expression gentle: "It's alright. I also come from humble beginnings. These home-cooked meals actually feel more familiar to me."

Upon hearing this, the waiter's eyes flashed with gratitude, and his attitude towards Lin An became even more respectful.

The group sat down by the window.

The tables and chairs in the shop are made of top-quality spirit wood, emitting a faint fragrance.

When you touch it, you can feel a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Several paintings hang on the wall, the scenery in them seemingly alive, with swirling clouds and mist, and lively flowers and birds.

The waiter quickly set out the bowls and chopsticks, and then brought over several plates of steaming hot dishes.

Just as everyone was about to start eating and enjoy this rare moment of rest.

A series of urgent shouts came from the street: "Make way! Make way!"

The sound broke the silence inside the inn, and everyone turned to look at the door, curious about what had happened.

However, the next second.

A group of people suddenly burst open the inn's door like a tidal wave.

In an instant, the inn was packed to the brim.

The leader was a tall, thin man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks.

He was dressed in a magnificent brocade robe embroidered with gold thread.

With each step she took, the jade pendant on her dress jingled.

With an arrogant expression and his nostrils flaring, he shouted, "This inn has been booked by our young master Wang! You all get out of here at once!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand impatiently.

It was as if all the cultivators present were insignificant ants.

The inn fell silent instantly upon hearing this.

This was immediately followed by a hushed discussion.

All the guests present are cultivators.

I've never been treated like this before.

Naturally, everyone looked displeased.

A middle-aged man dressed in a black robe suddenly stood up.

He frowned, glaring angrily: "Why should I? This inn isn't yours to rent out so easily!"

Before the tall, thin man could respond, a burly man stepped forward from behind him.

The man's muscles were taut, and he exuded a menacing aura, like a ferocious beast ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

He snorted coldly, the sound echoing through the inn like muffled thunder.

Then, he raised his hand and shot out a burst of spiritual energy.

It hurtled towards the man in black robes like a cannonball.

This spiritual energy carries immense power.

Wherever it passed, the air whistled sharply.

The man in black robes was unable to dodge in time and was blasted away by the attack.

His body slammed heavily against the wall with a dull thud, and several spirit stones on the wall were shaken off by the violent force.

Immediately afterwards, the man in black robes slid down like a kite with a broken string.

He vomited blood and lay on the ground, barely breathing.

His eyes were filled with fear and resentment.

This scene instantly plunged the entire inn into deathly silence, followed by a burst of exclamations.

The others all showed expressions of shock, some even gasping in astonishment.

The passersby who had been whispering amongst themselves now shut their mouths, their eyes filled with apprehension, and dared not utter a sound.

The man in black robes just now was an inner disciple of the Dragon Tiger Sect in Taiping Prefecture, possessing terrifying strength at the half-step Core Formation stage.

However, despite such formidable strength, he couldn't even exchange a single blow with this burly man.