91: Chapter 91 I want a superior room

About ten days later, Ye Xiaoyao and Ji Chanxi had finished packing and were ready to head to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range.

Before departing, they naturally couldn't avoid a reluctant farewell with the three women—Liu Yunshuang, Song Yu, and Fu Hongxue—exchanging tender instructions.

It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that the two boarded the small flying boat that had been prepared long ago, turning into a stream of light and speeding toward the northern horizon.

Although the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range borders the Southern Territory, the distance from the Yin Yang Sect's mountain gate to its edge is truly not short. Even if they were to push the flying boat to its full speed and travel day and night without rest, it would still take nearly a month.

After discussing it, Ye Xiaoyao and Ji Chanxi decided there was no need to be in such a rush. They would find a safe place to stop and rest at night to recharge their energy. Otherwise, if they arrived at the place where Yao Beasts roamed while mentally exhausted, it would be counterproductive.

The flying boat sailed steadily above the clouds. Inside the cabin, the two sat opposite each other. Most of the time, they cultivated quietly, occasionally stopping to sip tea and chat.

"Chaner, do you think we might have bad luck and run into some high-level Yao Beast while in the outskirts of the mountain range?" Ye Xiaoyao asked casually, toying with the teacup in his hand.

Ji Chanxi pursed her lips and smiled, shaking her head. "Husband, rest assured. Most high-level Yao Beasts occupy the depths of the mountain range and have their own territories. As long as we don't rashly venture deep inside and stay in the outskirts, the probability of encountering one is negligible."

She paused, her expression turning slightly serious as she continued to explain. "Furthermore, there has long been a tacit understanding between the Human Race and the Yao Race. Although the Yao Race detests the Human Race for hunting their kind, they have not started a large-scale war because of it. Fundamentally, the Yao Race is naturally inclined toward combat; Bloodline and strength are their only criteria. They even... somewhat welcome the arrival of Human Race Cultivators."

"Oh?" Ye Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow, looking interested.

"To the Yao Race, a life-and-death struggle with Human Race Cultivators is itself a cruel screening process. Those who can survive, or even kill the Cultivator in return, are often individuals with stronger Bloodlines and outstanding combat power. Invisibly, this promotes the survival of the fittest within their race. Therefore, the high-level Cultivators of the two races once had an unwritten agreement: unless there are special circumstances, neither side will easily intervene in the conflicts on the outskirts of the mountain range. The Human Race takes Yao Beast cores and Materials to support their Cultivate, while the Yao Race uses this to temper their descendants and purify their Bloodlines. Each takes what they need, forming a delicate balance."

After listening, Ye Xiaoyao nodded in understanding. "So that's how it is. It seems the relationship between the two races is not as absolutely antagonistic as I imagined. Only when one side is significantly weaker, breaking the balance, will the conflict truly become intense."

"What husband says is correct."

Traveling during the day, at dusk, Ye Xiaoyao would steer the flying boat down to find a secluded valley or natural cave to rest. He naturally wouldn't forget the promise he made to Ji Chanxi earlier.

That night, inside a hidden cave, the firelight flickered. After the storm had settled, Ji Chanxi leaned softly into Ye Xiaoyao's embrace. The flush on her face had not yet faded, and her eyes were glistening with water, overflowing with love. She pouted, feigning grievance, her voice carrying a post-coital softness and languor: "Hmph~, husband... you hurt me again... you're so bad~..."

Ye Xiaoyao chuckled, his arms wrapping around her smooth waist, his fingertips wandering unconsciously over her delicate skin. The body in his arms was as white as jade with alluring curves; he could never get enough of her. And Ji Chanxi was similarly obsessed with Ye Xiaoyao.

"Alright Chaner, it is This husband's fault; the force was a bit too heavy." Ye Xiaoyao soothed her gently, leaning close to her ear. "Tomorrow we will arrive at Yellow Dragon Immortal City. When we get there, we will find a high-quality inn and stay for two days. This husband will properly massage your body and make amends. I will also take you out to look around and buy some little trinkets you like, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Chanxi's eyes lit up. She looked up and planted a "mwah" kiss on his cheek, smiling sweetly. "Okay! Who told you to be the best at coaxing people, husband... I will listen to you."

Ye Xiaoyao also lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her smooth forehead.

Leaning against him, Ji Chanxi began to describe the prosperity of Yellow Dragon Immortal City. "Yellow Dragon Immortal City is the largest gathering place for Loose Cultivators in the Southern Territory; it is extremely lively inside! There are countless auctions and trade fairs, and the things sold there are varied and eclectic—everything is available. Most passing Cultivators choose to stop there to rest and experience the atmosphere of the Immortal City." She explained in detail.

Immortal Cities are mostly built by high-level Loose Cultivators. Inside the city, Cultivators and Mortals live together, though Mortals mostly engage in menial labor. Shops line the city; some are run by Loose Cultivators themselves, while others are strongholds established by major Sects and Immortal Families, selling Medicinal Pills, Talismans, Magical Artifacts, Formation Plates, and other necessities for Cultivate. Because the flow of people is like a weaving loom, the volume of goods is immense, and one can often find unexpected treasures. Therefore, not only do low-level Cultivators flock there, but even experts at the Core Formation and Nascent Soul Stage occasionally come to travel and try their luck. And this Yellow Dragon Immortal City is said to have been jointly founded by three powerful Loose Cultivators at the Nascent Soul Stage in the Southern Territory. With a solid Foundation and strict rules, it can be called the most prosperous place for Loose Cultivators in the Southern Territory.

The next day, the two left the cave where they had been staying and continued to travel north by boat. At dusk, the silhouette of a magnificent city appeared on the horizon. The walls were towering, and one could vaguely see the flowing light of a Formation moving across them, majestic and imposing. This was Yellow Dragon Immortal City.

Getting closer, one could feel the grandeur of the Immortal City even more. A huge defensive Formation, like an inverted glass bowl, covered the entire city, with halos of light circulating, emitting a reassuring and solid Aura. On the walls and at the city gates, patrolling Cultivators wearing uniform attire moved back and forth, their gazes sharp, maintaining order around the Immortal City.

After paying a hefty entry fee, Ye Xiaoyao and Ji Chanxi stepped into Yellow Dragon Immortal City. After more than ten days of continuous travel, although they weren't exhausted, they still needed to rest a bit. Especially Ji Chanxi, who had been worn out last night; she wanted to find a comfortable place to rest even more now. Seeing that it was getting late, the two decided to find an inn to stay in first and then properly tour the magnificent scenery of the Immortal City tomorrow.

The streets inside the Immortal City were wide and clean, paved with a type of sturdy blue-gold stone. On both sides, pavilions and palaces stood in rows, with upturned eaves, brackets, and carved beams and painted pillars. Various banners hung in front of the shops, and the items sold ranged from ordinary Medicinal Pills and Talismans to rare beasts, antiques, and Magical Artifacts, all dazzling to the eyes. The streets were filled with an endless stream of pedestrians, the vast majority being Cultivators with cultivation ranging from Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment, and occasionally, one could sense the Aura of a Core Formation Cultivator passing by. The faint fragrance of Medicinal Pills and the enticing aroma of food blended with the bustling noise, steaming up a vibrant vitality unique to this place.

Ye Xiaoyao and Ji Chanxi walked side by side on the street. He had a tall and straight posture, a handsome face, and coupled with the masculine and pure Aura naturally emitted by his Pure Yang Sacred Body at all times, he had a natural attraction to the opposite sex. Many passing female Cultivators couldn't help but let their gazes linger on him for a moment, with appreciation and even a hint of infatuation flashing in their eyes.

Ji Chanxi, walking beside him, immediately and keenly sensed these gazes. She narrowed her beautiful eyes, snorted softly, and without hesitation, reached out to tightly hook Ye Xiaoyao's arm, pressing herself intimately close to him. At the same time, she slightly released a trace of her Spiritual Pressure as a Core Formation Cultivator; although not strong, it was enough to warn them. Those Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment female Cultivators who were secretly eyeing Ye Xiaoyao suddenly felt an invisible pressure strike them, their hearts trembling, and they hurriedly withdrew their gazes, not daring to look any further.

Meanwhile, other male Cultivators on the street were attracted by a different sight. They were astonished to discover that this beautiful woman in a black dress, whose Aura was clearly that of a Core Formation Cultivator, was so intimately hooking the arm of a Foundation Establishment Late Stage male Cultivator, and her expression was full of dependence and submissiveness. Looking at the two, there was no resemblance in their appearances, so they were definitely not siblings. This situation was intriguing. A Foundation Establishment male Cultivator with a Core Formation female Cultivator as a Dao Companion? It wasn't unheard of, but the probability was extremely low, truly rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. The opposite situation was more common. These male Cultivators muttered to themselves, thinking it was most likely an extremely close Senior Sister and Junior Brother relationship, right? It couldn't possibly be a real Dao Companion...

Ye Xiaoyao naturally also felt the gazes coming from all directions, each with different meanings. The corners of his mouth lifted imperceptibly, and he suddenly turned his head to quickly kiss Ji Chanxi on her fair and delicate cheek.

"Ah!" Ji Chanxi gasped softly, looking at him in confusion. "Husband, what is it?"

Ye Xiaoyao's smile was bright. "Nothing, I just suddenly wanted to kiss my Chaner."

He didn't deliberately hide this action, and it was clearly seen by those male Cultivators who had been secretly watching. Would a Senior Sister and Junior Brother be so intimate on the street? Absolutely impossible! The truth was revealed. These male Cultivators were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes turned red; it felt as if a vinegar jar had been overturned in their hearts, sour and unbearable, and filled with extreme jealousy. They secretly thought, what kind of good luck did this Foundation Establishment kid have to be favored by such a beauty! Why didn't they have such good fortune?

Regarding these gazes of envy, jealousy, and hatred, Ye Xiaoyao didn't care at all, and Ji Chanxi only felt sweet. The two walked a bit further and found a three-story building that looked quite imposing, with the four gilded characters "Yuelai Inn" written on the plaque in front of the door.

Just as they stepped over the threshold of the inn, a waiter wearing a clean short shirt, with a cultivation at the ninth level of Qi Refining, greeted them with a face full of smiles. His attitude was respectful but not cowering, clearly accustomed to high-level Cultivators. "Two Seniors, are you dining or staying?" While asking, the waiter noticed that the black-dressed female Cultivator, whose cultivation was clearly higher, was just smilingly looking at the green-robed male Cultivator, as if the male Cultivator was in charge of everything. A trace of surprise flashed quickly in his eyes, but he covered it up quickly, his smile unchanged.

"Staying." Ye Xiaoyao said indifferently, casually taking out a Mid-Grade Spirit Stone rich in spiritual energy from his Storage Pouch and tossing it over. "I want a superior guest room."

The waiter caught the Spirit Stone, which felt warm to the touch, and his heart trembled even more; his attitude became even more obsequious. "Alright! There are still superior guest rooms available; I will arrange it for you two right away!"

Ye Xiaoyao pondered for a moment, his lips moving slightly, and a faint sound transmission drifted into the waiter's ear: "Pick a room... where the bed is the sturdiest and most solid."

Upon hearing this, the waiter was stunned for a moment. Then, as if he understood something, a subtle "this Junior understands" smile appeared on his face, and he hurriedly bowed and replied: "Senior, rest assured, I guarantee you will be satisfied! Please follow me!"