Chapter 98

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"Stop," said the guard, clad in dark armor with intricate patterns like dragon scales.

The deep voice came from the guard's mouth.

Yang Qifeng was initially taken aback, but quickly realized that this was a request for the city entry fee. He reached into his robe and threw out a bottle of pills.

What Yang Qifeng threw was a Ninger Pill, a universal currency in the world.

These were the pills he had seized from the East Mountain Mountain God. Although not many, he had some.

The guard grabbed it, brought it to his nose, and sniffed it lightly. "Enter!"

Immediately, the two guards put away their weapons.

The oppressive aura that enveloped Yang Qifeng dissipated, and he gently wiped his forehead.

Now, Yang Qifeng had transformed into a human man, about thirty years old, with a neatly trimmed beard, looking mature and steady.

However, his human form was that of a先天道体 (Xiantian Dao Body), the origin of all things, so unless he transformed or practiced the first level of the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang, he would have obvious flaws, and people could easily tell it was fake.

But Yang Qifeng was already quite satisfied with this.

He had no idea when he would be able to transform, as it was still a distant goal.

Originally, demons could transform after reaching the first two realms, but Yang Qifeng was different. Although his strength had reached the Yuan Shen stage, he still couldn't transform. He knew this was due to his damaged foundation, not because of his exceptional talent. Like the innate spirits of ancient times, he needed to reach the Da Luo Dao Guo stage to transform.

Yang Qifeng's eyes carefully observed the city gate of Yinglong City.

Here, there were numerous restrictions, and mysterious light continuously flickered.

All magical power was immediately suppressed upon entering the city gate, and he couldn't mobilize any of it. His physical acupoints were blocked, making movement extremely difficult. Although he could move freely, Yang Qifeng knew that if he made any unusual moves, he would be no match for even a small demon at the third level of magical power.

After passing through the city gate, the suppression disappeared, making him feel much lighter.

Frowning, he was very uncomfortable with the oppressive feeling.

Looking at the bustling streets, Yang Qifeng's frown soon eased.

On both sides of the street, shops lined up, and the faint glow of the setting sun gently illuminated the eaves of the buildings, adding a touch of mystery and poetry to the prosperous evening scene of Yinglong City.

As he walked, he saw various faces in front of and behind him—bull heads, horse heads, human faces, heads with horns, and bodies with multiple legs. Demons and ghosts were everywhere. The sound of carriages and the cries of vendors could be heard in the distance, occasionally accompanied by the neighing of horses.

The city was a riot of colors and sounds.

Such an environment suited Yang Qifeng well. He was naturally not fond of places with a strong aura of immortality, like the immortal caves.

This was the city he had in mind, giving him a long-lost feeling.

Humans are social creatures, and being isolated from the world can drive one mad. Although Yang Qifeng was no longer human but a demon in this life, he still couldn't shake off the habit of living in a community.

In his cave, there were many demons, but none he could truly converse with. The bustling city before him reminded him of the bustling metropolis of his past life.

Yang Qifeng adapted well, but Qianlan Demon God was very uncomfortable. He communicated with Yang Qifeng through his divine consciousness and said disdainfully, "The dragon clan has truly fallen. A fine immortal city, but it's no different from the secular world."

Yang Qifeng didn't entirely agree with Qianlan Demon God. This city was even more impressive than he had expected. He initially thought Yinglong City was built solely for sea routes, but upon entering, he realized that the old dragon king of the Four Seas had grand ambitions. The sea routes were just a side project; the true purpose of this place was more like a market.

All races could trade fairly here.

Who said the mythological world lacked smart people? Yang Qifeng sighed. The people in this mythological world were quite intelligent, with normal IQ levels.

According to the rhythm of the穿越者 (穿越者, time travelers), their IQs should be lower, right?

What neutral cities and inter-racial trade? These should be the work of time travelers, making a fortune. It seems I don't have the Dragon Arrogant Heaven mode.

After a light-hearted joke in his heart, he straightened his face and opened the map of Yinglong City he had received from the guard.

"What we need to do now is find a place to stay, sell the materials we don't need, and exchange them for useful items. This won't be done in a day," Yang Qifeng said to Qianlan Demon God while looking at the map.

"Very well said!" Qianlan Demon God was about to speak when Yang Qifeng was distracted by a commotion.

"Look, that's the city lord," a voice exclaimed.

"Why is he out? Has some important figure arrived to make the city lord come out to greet them?"

"Clearly, you're new to Yinglong City and don't know much. The Three Holy Princess is visiting today, and the city has been preparing for days. The news has been spreading, and many people are here specifically for the Three Holy Princess."

Yang Qifeng listened to the surrounding chatter, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. Gossip was common even in the mythological world.

But he didn't know who this Three Holy Princess was.

He didn't care about others' affairs.

A mysterious light swept through, and he was pushed to the side of the road. Looking around, he realized he couldn't leave because the area was crowded with people.

Reluctantly, he joined everyone else in looking outward.

In the distance, a slender figure stood alone in the morning light, dressed in snow-white clothes. Under the morning sun, the entire person seemed to be bathed in a faint golden glow, like a celestial being descending from the heavens. Her clothes fluttered in the wind, as if she could fly away at any moment.

Her face was veiled, her figure graceful and curvaceous, her eyes like autumn water, and her movements as light as a breeze, as if she were a celestial being descending to earth.

A man immediately approached, bowed, and greeted her, "After a thousand years, how is the Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun?"

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