74: A country bumpkin like you doesn't even deserve to come to the city.

The sea-crossing divine boat slowly approached the shore.

The Leviathan, which had been pulling the boat for three days, let out a mournful cry of relief.

Its massive body rolled on the surface of the sea, stirring up thousands of waves.

"That is enough, you may leave."

A flat voice emanated from the Heaven-Class No. 1 Room.

The Leviathan's head, comparable to a mountain, bowed three times in a human-like manner toward the direction of the sea-crossing divine boat.

As if it were expressing gratitude for being spared.

Then, it dove headfirst into the deep sea and vanished without a trace in an instant.

Leaving only the chain made of Law, which turned into specks of light under the sun and dissipated into nothingness.

On the sea-crossing divine boat, there was deathly silence.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene.

That ancient beast, capable of destroying a world, was just let go like that?

"Oh my! My mount!"

Wang Duojin slapped his thigh, his face full of heartache.

"Revered Master is too wasteful! Such a good mount, if we sold it, how many Spirit Stones could we have exchanged for!"

...

Wanghai City.

The largest port city in the east of the Central Continent Sacred Domain.

The entire city was built from an unknown white jade, reflecting a holy radiance under the sun.

The city walls were a thousand feet high, and guards clad in golden armor patrolled them.

Their Auras were at least at the Golden Core Stage.

In the sky, immortal mountains floated amidst the sea of clouds.

Countless Cultivators traveled on Flying Swords or rode rare birds and beasts, weaving through the city.

In the air, the Spiritual Qi was so dense that it seemed like it could be wrung out like water.

"Goodness..."

Er Gou followed behind Ye Chenfeng, got off the boat, and opened his small mouth wide.

"Here... can everyone here fly?"

He saw a hawker selling candied haws stepping on a Flying Sword, hawking his wares in the air.

"This is the Central Continent."

Lin Yi's eyes were also filled with shock and longing.

"In the Eastern Wasteland, a Soul Transformation expert can be called a lord and ancestor. But here, I'm afraid one wouldn't even be able to be a city lord."

Chu Xuanjin and his party of over a hundred people walked down the gangway.

Their uniform robes, embroidered with the two characters "Myriad Dao," formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding Central Continent Cultivators who were dressed in gorgeous clothes and wielded glowing Magic Treasures.

Like a group of bumpkin rich men from the countryside.

Many Central Continent Cultivators cast curious and slightly imperceptible disdainful gazes.

"Stop!"

At the city gate, a squad of city guards clad in silver armor blocked their path.

The leader was a burly, cold-faced middle-aged captain.

His Mid-stage Soul Transformation cultivation was released without reservation.

"Those entering the city must have their identity and travel permits checked."

His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

Wang Duojin walked up with a grin and handed over a Jade Slip.

"Officer, we are traveling merchants from the Eastern Wasteland; this is our Sect's travel permit."

The captain took the Jade Slip and scanned it with his Divine Sense.

When he saw the four characters "Traveling Merchant Permit," the disdain in his eyes grew even stronger.

He threw the Jade Slip back to Wang Duojin.

"From the Eastern Wasteland?"

He sized up the group, his gaze looking as if he were looking at a pile of cargo.

"Traveling merchants, take the cargo passage on the west side."

"Additionally, each person must pay a 'cleanliness fee' of one hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

"What?" Wang Duojin's smiling face froze.

"Cleanliness fee? What kind of rule is that? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Rules?" The captain sneered.

"In this Wanghai City, what I, Wei Tong, say is the rule!"

"You mud-legged bumpkins from the Eastern Wasteland, don't let that stench of poverty on you dirty the ground of our Wanghai City!"

The group of city guards behind him burst into laughter.

The hundred Disciples of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect all changed expressions, fire burning in their eyes.

In the Eastern Wasteland, they were also existences admired by thousands.

When had they ever suffered such humiliation to their faces!

"You!"

Lin Yi pressed his hand on his sword hilt and was about to step forward.

"Junior Brother Lin."

Ye Chenfeng raised his hand to stop him.

He stepped forward and looked calmly at the captain named Wei Tong.

"Your Excellency is also a Cultivator."

"You should know that those who insult others will constantly be insulted themselves."

"What? Do you want to fight?" A glint of bloodlust flashed in Wei Tong's eyes.

"Fighting in Wanghai City, according to the Law, results in having one's cultivation crippled and being expelled from the city!"

"I advise you to think carefully."

He was fearless.

Because he was a captain of the Wanghai City guards.

He represented the face and order of the Central Continent Sacred Domain.

He did not believe that these bumpkins from the Eastern Wasteland would dare to run wild here.

"Senior Brother, don't waste your breath on him!" Wang Duojin rolled up his sleeves. "If he wants to talk about rules, let's talk about the rules of fists with him!"

"Third Junior Brother, do not be impulsive."

Su Linger's cold, clear voice sounded.

She walked forward, looked at Wei Tong, and spoke indifferently.

"Our Myriad Dao Divine Sect has just arrived in this land and does not wish to cause trouble."

"But we will absolutely not accept being bullied."

"I only ask you one thing: is this 'cleanliness fee' a decree explicitly stipulated by the Wanghai City Lord's Mansion?"

Wei Tong was stunned by her cold, clear temperament.

Immediately, he waved his hand impatiently.

"Why so much nonsense!"

"I have already said it, what I say is the rule!"

"Either pay the money and roll into the west gate!"

"Or, right now, roll back to your Eastern Wasteland!"

"Let's see who dares!"

Before he finished speaking.

A low, cold snort, filled with supreme majesty, sounded from behind.

Zhao Wuyou.

He had not said a single word from beginning to end.

At this moment, he slowly raised his head, his golden eyes looking calmly at the mounts ridden by the squad of city guards.

It was a row of majestic, Golden Core Stage Green-Eyed Demon Wolves.

But at this moment, those few Green-Eyed Demon Wolves, usually fierce and incomparable, let out fearful whimpers as if they had seen their natural predator.

They trembled all over, their limbs weak.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Amidst astonished gazes.

Those few majestic mounts actually prostrated themselves on the ground in unison toward the direction of Zhao Wuyou, burying their heads deeply into the dust.

As if worshiping their king.

The whole scene was deathly silent.

The arrogance and impatience on Wei Tong's face instantly froze.

He stared blankly at his mount, which had collapsed like mud, and then looked at the golden-haired, golden-eyed, cold-expressioned youth.

An indescribable chill shot straight from the soles of his feet to his crown.

He was not a fool.

To be able to make proud Yao Beasts like the Green-Eyed Demon Wolves submit without a fight.

This youth, this group of people...

Are definitely not some ordinary traveling merchants from the Eastern Wasteland!

"You... you..."

Wei Tong's voice was trembling.

"Noisy."

Zhao Wuyou finally spat out two words.

He took a step forward.

There was no earth-shattering Aura.

But Wei Tong felt that the world before his eyes had turned into gold.

An absolute pressure, originating from the Bloodline and the Soul, completely enveloped him!

He felt as if he had become a humble ant facing an ancient Dragon.

He couldn't even generate the thought of resistance.

"Thump!"

This Mid-stage Soul Transformation city guard captain, under the gaze of everyone, felt his knees go weak and uncontrollably knelt down!