Vermilion Bird Avenue, paved with blue stone.

The few-inch-deep ruts serve as a testament to the city's history. As morning light breaks, the nine-tiered city gates swing wide open, drawing countless cultivators from all around, who eagerly gather at the gates before making their way into the city on foot.

Above, the words "Dongxing" dance in grand calligraphy, appearing almost alive with luster and fluidity. Just a glance is enough to leave countless cultivators astonished; some even become so covetous that they attempt to steal it, only to be ruthlessly slain by Dongxing's experts as a warning to others.

This is because the jade inscribed with the city's name is not an ordinary object, but rather a massive high-grade Spirit Stone taller than a person, with the city boasting eight expansive gates forming an Eight Trigrams Formation.

Each gate is lavishly open, vast and grand, leaving one utterly awestruck.

"The city gates are open!"

"The gates have opened, stop sleeping everyone, prepare to enter the city. Fellow immortals, fellow daoists, if you're interested in what we have, feel free to visit the West City on Fortuna Street."

"Up early~ Let's set out~"

In front of the gates, many Western merchants drive caravans of camels, accompanied by the sound of copper bells.

The humps are loaded with glass, coral, and various spices. The foreign merchants have high noses and deep eyes, yet their Central Plains dialect is very authentic. With golden knives at their waists and rattling treasures in their arms, they may appear dressed in exotic garb, but have in fact lived in the Central Plains for decades.

Moreover, the lowest cultivation realm within this caravan is Foundation Establishment, with the leader already condensed into a Nascent Soul.

"Am I the bumpkin entering the city?"

"Look at the merchant groups from the West; each person is above Foundation Establishment, and they even have Nascent Soul Stage experts leading the way. Truly exaggerated, I reckon the city must at least have Void Refining Period experts stationed, or maybe even Demi Immortals at the Body Integration Realm."

"This Dongyue's number one city truly lives up to its name. I heard Dongxing City used to be unknown, just an ordinary city where cultivators gathered, seeing only a few thousand people pass through daily. Ever since Dongyue had turmoil and fell into chaos, the original Dongyue City was destroyed, and the land became desolate and corrupted."

"Cultivators need to establish a new city nearby, thus old Dongyue City was divided in two. The civilians and royal capital moved north to a habitable place, while the cultivators were separately designated to operate around here."

"After all, this place is not far from the old capital, only about three hundred miles away. For ordinary people, it might be difficult to reach, but for cultivators, it's just a day's journey, with checkpoints and key routes guarded along the way, extending influence over Dongyue's eastern and southern parts."

"No wonder Senior Sister asked us to come here; just the resident cultivators in this city may well exceed ten thousand, especially with Dongyue restoring peace over the last hundred years. This trip to the Phoenix Heavenly Cave promises to be quite a sight..."

A pair of young people are whispering to each other, chatting happily with one comment after another, both feeling slightly like bumpkins entering the city, even Cen Yueyue is curiously glancing around.

Although the Southern Border has its own Immortal Cities dedicated to cultivators, the Southern Border cannot compare economically or in strength, nor can its living environments and various rare structures stand up against here.

Southern Border cities are mostly built deep in the mountains, interlinked in nine layers vertically like terraced fields. There is little land to build on, so many crucial transport routes can only be completed by suspension bridges, like in South Witch Village where Cen often visits. It has thousands of suspension bridges, complex roads, and even buildings constructed directly atop giant trees.

However, Dongxing City sprawled before them lies on open land guarded between two mountain passes—a natural fortress impenetrable by thousands.

When entering the city, there isn't the expected registration or interception, for their attire slightly differs from the locals, and it's apparent they are outsiders.

There is no city defense at the gates, only a few cultivators lazily chatting by the entrance, and Jiang Feng curiously glances around, unable to perceive the cultivation realm of others, whose bodies seem shrouded by a layer of mist, preventing his Divine Soul from probing deeper.

The rebound to his Divine Soul surprises Jiang Feng, as ever since he learned the Divine Soul Technique from Yu Ying, he tends to test it on others whenever he can. Of course, he doesn't overstep boundaries, merely measuring others' strength slightly.

But in the next moment.

"Divinity Transformation Stage, don't court death."

"Ugh!"

Yue Yue directly drags him by the sleeve into the city.

The two cultivators chatting nearby also seem surprised, intrigued by the sudden appearance of Jiang Feng's Divine Soul, but they don't intend to trouble the youngsters, instead continuing their conversation.

Flags adorn the streets, three-layer buildings adorned with red silk.

Thousands of lanterns illuminate the brothel's gilded pavilion, shining bright even during the day, turning the entire city into a brilliant display, tirelessly through day and night, with shops hanging Sichuan brocade at their front, swaying like water ripples in the gentle breeze.

Leading the way are the Western caravans with countless camels, their path covered in fragrant incense from Anxi and fragrant Kiao-tse wood, permeating half the street.

Beneath the willows by the moat, classic fortune tellers spread their Six Ren Plates, while storytellers beneath old pagoda trees recount tales of the 'Thousand Li Origins of the Red Phosphorus Army, where General She saves the lord alone,' sounding like a local cultural legend, as their wooden boards clatter, causing idle onlookers to scatter copper coins and bits of silver all over their clothes.

High-rises tower, bustling with vehicles, and voices clamor. The city's splendor is best described by such idioms as "Dongxing City," but Jiang Feng's legs seem welded to the road, not moving at all, eyes wide as he watches the beautiful women pass by.

His mouth wide enough to fit, no, two eggs, especially fixed on the women's skirts barely covering their navels, a style surely a mini-skirt in modern times, with its daring design drawing gasps.

Unexpectedly, however, as Cen Yueyue holds the rightful position of someone's legitimate wife, she remains indifferent to her man focusing on other women's skirt hems, she even steals a glance herself, her eyes filled with surprise.

"Tsk, lecher, keep staring and I'll... hmph."

The woman seems to notice the man's impolite gaze, intending to lash out and give him a piece of her mind. But upon sensing their cultivation realms and the young age, she hesitates, refraining in this city of hidden talents, wary of their possible formidable backgrounds.

Unable to confront them, she continues to sway her serpentine waist, gliding out of the city.

Yes, glide.

The term 'water snake waist' here serves not as a metaphor but a noun.

Indeed, the woman who just passed has a human upper body and a snake lower body.

The short skirt merely covers her waist, as exposed outside the skirt is a vibrant and huge snake tail over two meters long...

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