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239: Old friend?
This magnificent giant city was still as imposing and grand as ever.
It covered an area of several hundred li, and the entire giant city was enveloped by a third-tier Magic Array, exuding an extraordinary Aura.
Sounds of rushing through the air came continuously from the sky; Magical Artifacts, flying boats, Spirit Beasts, and streaks of light were dazzling, as if one had entered a fairyland.
An endless stream of Cultivators gathered towards the city gate, a diverse crowd, some strong, some weak, all hurrying, as if eager to enter the immortal city.
Zhou Luo followed Yao Wu to the massive city gate.
This time, because he came alone, he had to register his information.
"Zhou Fellow Daoist, I'll go ahead. Take this Talisman. If you encounter any difficulties in the city, you can find me." Yao Wu handed him a Talisman.
She already had an identity in the immortal city, so she didn't need to register separately.
"May we meet again," Zhou Luo said, putting away the Talisman.
This woman was indeed grateful.
On the way here, to thank him for saving her life, Yao Wu had already given him a Medium Grade Gu, and now she had given him a Talisman.
The two parted ways.
Zhou Luo followed the crowd to a room at the immortal city gate to register his information and pay Spirit Stones, also obtaining an identity token for entering and exiting the immortal city.
By this time, he had already shaved off his beard and returned to his original appearance.
Although more than twenty years had passed, his face remained unchanged, as if time could not leave a mark on him.
Moreover, looking young and harmless made it easy for people to let down their guard, and if he were ambushed, he could catch them by surprise.
Even using his original face, he didn't have to worry about being recognized.
Because even if he were recognized, with his ninth-level Qi Cultivation and noob, he had nothing to fear from anyone.
Furthermore, he had always lived a reclusive life, cultivating discreetly, and his only enemy was probably the Lu Family, who were busy with war.
At this critical juncture, the Lu Family certainly had no leisure to bother with him.
Upon entering the immortal city, Zhou Luo walked directly towards the Tianxia Tavern in the Inner City.
Since he was looking for Materials, a place to stay was definitely necessary.
At such a time, Tianxia Tavern was the best choice.
Taking out his VIP token, Zhou Luo temporarily settled down in the tavern.
Currently, he had two main ingredients and thirteen auxiliary ingredients for Foundation Establishment on him.
These were basically accumulated slowly over the past few decades.
However, a Foundation Establishment Pill required three main ingredients and thirty-one auxiliary ingredients.
This meant he still needed to find one more main ingredient and eighteen more auxiliary ingredients.
Over the next few days.
Zhou Luo was constantly active in the Inner City, inquiring everywhere about information on Foundation Establishment Materials.
But he didn't expect these Foundation Establishment Materials to be so difficult to find.
Not to mention the main ingredient, jade marrow mushroom, just for the auxiliary ingredients, he searched through all sorts of shops, big and small, and only managed to find three kinds.
Indeed, Materials related to the Foundation Establishment Pill were truly scarce.
After all, this was a Medicinal Pill that could change one's destiny, and not to mention how many ninth-level Qi Cultivation Cultivators there were in the immortal city, just the Lin Family alone had many people waiting for Foundation Establishment Pills to achieve Foundation Establishment.
Therefore, both the main ingredients and auxiliary ingredients were extremely difficult to find.
After a fruitless search, Zhou Luo finally learned from a shopkeeper that several Materials were nearing maturity and would likely be available in about seven or eight years.
Besides that, to get other Materials, one might have to wait for a large-scale auction a few years later, or wait ten or twenty years, and it wasn't impossible to obtain them.
After all, every ten-odd years, one or two batches of Foundation Establishment Materials would appear, and whether one could obtain them depended on their own ability.
Whether it was the few confirmed Materials, the large-scale auctions in the immortal city, or the subsequent waiting, all disrupted Zhou Luo's plans.
He had originally planned to return home after staying here for a while to continue Dual Cultivation and have children.
Now it seemed he would have to continue living here.
He had made the worst-case scenario plan, preparing to stay here for ten or twenty years; anyway, he had a long lifespan, so he would eventually have the opportunity to gather everything.
However, staying in a tavern was definitely not cost-effective.
For more than ten years, although he was wealthy, he couldn't be so extravagant.
He planned to find a place to rent and then slowly plan things out.
This way, if there was news of auxiliary ingredients or main ingredients, he would be able to know immediately.
If he were to live somewhere, the Inner City would definitely be the best.
After all, the Spiritual Qi here was abundant, and it was close to the shops.
On this day, he left Tianxia Tavern and walked towards the immortal city's real estate agency, intending to rent a house.
At that time, he might even be able to call Lin Xi over, so that Dual Cultivation and having children would not be delayed.
However, ever since he entered the ninth level of Qi Cultivation, his hit rate had not been very high.
Such matters, indeed, depended on fate.
Just as Zhou Luo walked into an alley, a hand suddenly reached out from behind him. He quickly dodged it.
Immediately after, he turned around and saw a man in a white robe.
His features were distinct and quite handsome, with long hair casually tied behind his head, a few strands falling over his shoulders, giving him a rather uninhibited look.
"Wang Lang?"
Zhou Luo recognized the person at a glance.
The other party was none other than Wang Lang, Lin Xin's former fiancé, the unfortunate fellow who had been slapped away by his father.
At the time, he had been deeply impressed by this person's uninhibited demeanor, and he hadn't expected to see him here today.
"Hahaha, Zhou Luo, you really recognize me," Wang Lang laughed wildly.
Wang Lang vividly remembered this guy who had "stolen" his fiancée, and now that he saw him on the street, he ran over to greet him without hesitation.
Zhou Luo observed the other party. More than twenty years had passed, and this guy had matured a lot; his face no longer had the previous youthful greenness, but his dissolute demeanor hadn't changed at all.
"Are you looking for me for something?" Zhou Luo asked, confused.
Although he knew the other party, it was only a fleeting acquaintance, and the two did not have a deep friendship.
"Tsk tsk, more than twenty years have passed, and you haven't changed at all. Otherwise, I really might not have recognized you," Wang Lang said with emotion, without answering.
Then he smiled and said, "I've come to thank you."
"Thank me?" Zhou Luo was a little bewildered; he didn't seem to have helped the other party.
But Wang Lang nodded heavily: "If you hadn't stepped up back then and married that third Young Miss of the Lin Family, I probably would have been tied to the Lin Family for the rest of my life."
He didn't like Lin Xin.
Not only because he had no feelings, but also because he was naturally dissolute and disliked restraint.
If he had really married into the Lin Family, he would have lost his freedom, which was why he had so boldly contradicted his father that day.
Later, when he was in confinement, he learned from his mother that the third Young Miss of the Lin Family had already married someone else.
This greatly surprised him. As soon as he thought he could break free from his restraints and gain freedom, he was extremely grateful to the person who had married the third Young Miss of the Lin Family.
So, as soon as his confinement ended, he eagerly wanted to thank the other party.
After many inquiries, he learned that the person who married Lin Xin was named Zhou Luo, and he obtained a portrait of him.
However, because Zhou Luo had always lived a reclusive life in seclusion, although Wang Lang wanted to thank the other party, he never had the opportunity.
Finally, to avoid his Family, he came to the immortal city.
He had stayed here for more than ten years.
After hearing the whole story, Zhou Luo suddenly understood.
More than ten years ago, he had indeed heard that someone named Wang Lang was looking for him.
At the time, he thought the other party was coming for revenge, so he simply chose not to see him.
He hadn't expected the other party to come to thank him.
That was something he hadn't anticipated.
"You really don't have to," Zhou Luo said.
"How can that be? I, Wang Lang, always repay grudges with grudges and kindness with kindness. You are my benefactor, so I must thank you properly."
"I didn't have the chance before, but now that I do, I naturally can't let it slip away."
Wang Lang said seriously.
After speaking, he was about to pull Zhou Luo, but the latter avoided him.
He didn't feel embarrassed and maintained a smile, saying:
"Come on, I'll treat you to dinner at Zhencui Tower. This is the best tavern in the immortal city, even better than Tianxia Tavern!"