After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

When Xu Ze first saw this city, even with his extensive knowledge, he couldn't help but be awestruck.

It wasn't a city built on the ground, but a giant 'floating island' suspended thousands of feet in the air.

Connecting the ground to the island are eight enormous cloud bridges.

Each cloud bridge is hundreds of feet wide, its structure formed from condensed clouds and mist, appearing ethereal and illusory, yet in reality incredibly sturdy.

Xu Ze stepped onto one of the cloud bridges and walked upwards with the flow of people.

The clouds and mist flowed beneath my feet, and occasionally a bird would fly past me.

In the distance, a continuous cluster of palaces, with carved beams and painted rafters, is resplendent in gold and jade.

"That's really impressive."

Xu Ze said with a smile.

At least when I first arrived in Beiju Luzhou, I didn't feel this kind of awe.

After queuing to pay the spirit stones, Xu Ze successfully entered the city.

The scene inside the city was even more breathtaking than the scene outside.

The air was filled with a rich spiritual energy, several times stronger than that outside the city.

Following Qin Yi's instructions, he headed towards the western part of the imperial capital.

I hadn't gone far when a commotion came from the street ahead.

Xu Ze looked up and saw a group of elegantly dressed young men and women gathered around a ring, pointing and chatting.

These young people were clearly from prominent families; the men were dressed in fine clothes and jade crowns, and the women wore silk skirts and jeweled hairpins. Each of them possessed an extraordinary temperament and was quite skilled in cultivation.

At the very least, they were at the Nascent Soul stage, with the leaders even reaching the late Nascent Soul stage.

On a fighting arena, two cultivators are engaged in combat.

One wielded a knife, the other a sword.

The clash of swords and the surge of spiritual energy drew cheers from the onlookers.

"This guest of the Wang family is quite good. His swordsmanship is sharp and skillful, and he has already reached a minor level of mastery," a young man dressed in brocade robes said with a smile.

"That one from the Li family is no less impressive. His swordsmanship is agile, clearly making him a standout among rogue cultivators."

"However, compared to the cultivator from the 'Demon Slaying Alliance' from the Eastern Continent that the Zhao family invited a few days ago, he is still somewhat lacking in skill."

The young masters from aristocratic families watched the cultivators competing on the stage, praising them verbally, but the mockery in their eyes was unmistakable.

That's right, they completely looked down on these people, these so-called 'other continent monks'.

It's like watching a series of monkey shows.

If it weren't for the Fourth Prince's decree, they wouldn't have bothered recruiting these retainers and advisors.

However, due to orders from the family, no one dared to act recklessly recently.

"...Speaking of which, is this 'Demon Slayer Alliance' the largest power in the outside world?"

The topic suddenly shifted to a young man in a purple robe.

"That's right. It's said that it's distributed across the three continents other than the Southern Continent, with its headquarters in the Eastern Continent of Divine Victory, where it has fought against the monsters of the Wilderness for tens of thousands of years."

"Speaking of the Southern Continent... Hehe, do you guys remember a long, long time ago, didn't a guy in the capital come to the 'Nascent Soul stage'? He was a pseudo-Nascent Soul stage cultivator who just relied on pills to get there. It was hilarious."

"What real talent can come from such a place? They're nothing but frogs in a well, fireflies in the night—how dare they compete with the bright moon?"

The young men from aristocratic families chatted and laughed, their words filled with disdain for cultivators from other continents.

Xu Ze didn't want to pay any attention to it and planned to take a detour.

Only when they mentioned the words 'pseudo-god'.

He then realized that it felt somewhat familiar.

Just as Xu Ze was about to leave quietly.

Among the group of scions of noble families, a young girl in a pale yellow silk dress noticed him.

"what?"

The girl was about sixteen years old, with a pretty face and an air of arrogance in her eyes.

Her gaze swept over Xu Ze, and after sensing his cultivation level, her eyes first narrowed slightly, and then a smile appeared on her lips.

"Another 'Nascent Soul Realm' cultivator?" The girl's voice was clear and crisp, but it carried a distinct sarcasm.

"Judging by his clothes and appearance, he must be some country bumpkin from some remote, impoverished place."

Upon hearing this, the young men beside her also looked at Xu Ze.

At this moment, he made no attempt to conceal his cultivation level, nor did he use any immortal concealment talismans to disguise it.

—Mid-stage Nascent Soul stage.

Since breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, Xu Ze has never held back.

Not to mention that he has already forged his natal flying sword 'Zhan Yan', and I am the master of the sword in the heavens and the earth.

Xu Ze didn't take these scoundrels seriously at all.

But these people don't seem to be planning to let him off so easily.

After a long silence, the group of young people...

Among them, a young man dressed in a purple Taoist robe and holding a folding fan sized up Xu Ze a few times, then smiled and said:

"Lanmei has a sharp eye. This person's aura is weak and his foundation is unstable. It's obvious that his cultivation level was barely achieved by relying on pills."

They cannot accept it.

A cultivator from elsewhere, who looked to be around the same age as them, actually had a higher cultivation level than them?!

How could this satisfy his proud ego?

Immediately, someone chimed in, "Exactly!"

"This kind of cultivator dares to come to my Central Immortal Continent to join in the fun?"

Another young man in blue chimed in, "Oh dear, they might be from the Southern Continent again. I've heard that quite a few people have come from the Southern Continent recently, and while their cultivation levels aren't very high, they certainly have big mouths."

Xu Ze stopped and turned to look at the group of scions of prominent families.

A lot of people have come from Nanzhou?

They really dare to spout nonsense.

There are very few Golden Core cultivators in the entire Southern Jambudvipa, let alone those who have flown to this floating island.

"You have a lot of opinions about the cultivators from the Southern Continent?"

Xu Ze remained calm and indifferent, as if those sarcastic words had not been directed at him.

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'Being born into poverty is not a disgrace. A true man is one who can bend and stretch'?"

"Shouldn't the cultivation world be based on cultivation level and strength?"

These words were so powerful that they left everyone present looking at each other in bewilderment.

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Xu Ze smiled with relief!

No wonder the Fourth Prince organized a "Martial Arts Gathering" to recruit cultivators from the other three continents.

These powerful families and their heirs in the capital don't seem to be very bright!

Xu Ze was wondering why, since he had decided to do something big, he wouldn't make use of such a powerful force...

It now seems that relying on these people is impossible.

There was silence for a moment.

In response to Xu Ze's words, Hu Zhilan, the girl in the yellow dress, pouted:

"Tch, what's the use of high cultivation level?"

"A bunch of bumpkins. How much do you cultivators from other continents know about the rules and etiquette of Central Continent... and your knowledge?"

"Yes."

Beside him, Cui Lin, a young man in purple robes, waved a folding fan, a half-smile on his face: "About a hundred years ago, in the Southern Continent, there was also a 'Nascent Soul Stage' cultivator like you."

"That man claimed to be a local overlord in the Southern Continent, but when he arrived in the Central Continent, he couldn't even pass the most basic test, and he was even... no match for one of my brothers."

"Back then, my brother was only at the Nascent Soul stage."

Cui Lin became increasingly smug as he spoke, abruptly closing the paper fan in his hand and revealing a proud expression:

"Finally, we discovered that his soul was condensed using a secret method, and it was just an ugly 'false god' foundation, with no hope of advancing any further in this lifetime."

"It's easy to imagine how much of the cultivation level of cultivators from other continents is inflated?"

In his eyes, Xu Ze was the same kind of person.

Although he appears to be at a high level of cultivation, he seems to be at the Nascent Soul stage.

But in reality, they are definitely no match for me, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Others thought so too.

“What’s even more ridiculous is,” Hu Zhilan chuckled, covering her mouth, “that this person shamelessly claimed to have obtained a ‘fragment’ of a supreme treasure from a certain secret realm, and that he would use it as a stepping stone to advancement.”

In response, the purple-robed youth Cui Lin shook his head and laughed, "What treasure fragment? It's just a tattered page of an ancient book."

"The masters at the Treasure Appraisal Pavilion examined it and said that the ancient book was indeed quite old, but no one could decipher the characters on it, and its spiritual energy was pitifully weak, so it could not be considered a treasure at all."

"But that person still wouldn't give up, insisting that the ancient book was some kind of 'heavenly book' that required a special method to activate. As a result, he caused a scene at the Treasure Appraisal Pavilion and finally left in a sorry state, his whereabouts unknown."

"A book written in the heavens? Ha, how laughable."

The girl in the yellow dress scoffed, "If it were truly a celestial book, how could a pseudo-god-level cultivator possess it? He must have lost his mind."

Xu Ze heard every word of their conversation.

The two of them sang in unison, as if they were performing a double act.

His face remained calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

A pseudo-god monk from Nanzhou?