31: Demonic Cultivator

“Is this Purple Cloud City?”

Early the next morning, Wang Ning finally arrived at Purple Cloud City with Li Muwan. Looking at the bustling city, curiosity flickered in Wang Ning’s eyes.

Purple Cloud City, which had not changed for several hundred years, had now been expanded due to the large number of people.

And in the center of the city, the original houses had been razed, replaced by a majestic yet ancient Dao Platform.

The Dao Platform was nine zhang tall, carved with Dragons and Phoenixes, covered in spiritual patterns, and glowed with a faint spiritual light.

In fact, Li Xiangyun had not expected his influence to be so great, gathering almost half of the Loose Cultivators from the Southern Barbarian Province. If it weren't for the short time, people from other provinces might have come as well.

Therefore, the original plan was definitely unusable, and a new Dao Platform had to be built in the center of the city.

As soon as they entered Purple Cloud City, Li Muwan bid farewell and left.

After all, with the grand ceremony approaching, as a member of the Li Family and a close associate of Li Xiangyun, she naturally had to return to the Family and await orders.

However, at the time of parting, Wang Ning thought for a moment and still mustered the courage to ask, “May I ask Senior Sister’s name?”

Li Muwan paused, turned back with a smile, and said, “Li Muwan~”

Wang Ning was stunned, staring blankly. Under the sunlight, her lively eyes sparkled, and as the gentle breeze passed, her smooth black hair fluttered, her exquisite face captivating.

“Get out of the way, don’t block the path!”

Just then, someone rushed over and bumped into his shoulder. Wang Ning was startled awake, only to find that Li Muwan had already left.

After a moment of disappointment, Wang Ning composed himself and walked into the city.

Upon entering the city, merely gaining entry required one Spirit Stone, which made Wang Ning, who only had ten Spirit Stones in total, feel a pang of heartache.

There was nothing he could do; although he now possessed a treasure like the good fortune pagoda, it couldn't change the fact that he was short on funds in the short term.

Now Wang Ning regretted it a bit. If he had known, he would have shamelessly asked Wang Da for his Storage Pouch.

After all, Zhao Er and Li San were killed by Li Muwan, and their Storage Pouches were taken by Li Muwan, which Wang Ning had no objection to.

But Wang Da’s Storage Pouch was also taken by Li Muwan, which left Wang Ning with some regret.

It wasn't resentment; after all, Li Muwan had saved his life.

It's just that a single coin can stump a hero!

Wang Ning sighed and continued walking inside, thinking he should find an inn to settle down first… As a result, after a round of searching, Wang Ning repeatedly hit dead ends.

A superior room that used to cost only two Spirit Stones now cost twenty Spirit Stones for an inferior room, and even those were in short supply.

It was outrageous!

“Scram, scram, scram~”

“No money and still want a room? Go sleep on the street!”

Wang Ning was roughly pushed out the door, and the surrounding onlookers pointed fingers, their faces filled with mockery.

Fortunately, after years of wandering, Wang Ning had long grown accustomed to such gazes. So, he nonchalantly brushed the dust off his clothes and sat down in a small alley.

Only then did he realize that the place was almost full of people.

“Kid, you have a good Heart-Nature!” At this moment, a scruffy man next to him was picking his teeth with a bamboo stick, smiling jovially.

Wang Ning did not reply, sitting on the ground, comprehending the “Great Floating Pagoda Scripture” in his mind.

This Cultivation Technique was too profound; every time Wang Ning comprehended it, he gained a different understanding of Cultivation.

But the scruffy man next to him was somewhat persistent, “Where are you from, kid?”

To avoid trouble, Wang Ning could only helplessly open his eyes and say, “Green Cloud City.”

Seeing Wang Ning reply, the scruffy man immediately became interested, “I’m from Great River City, he’s from Lakeside City, he’s from Sky River Commandery, he’s from…”

The scruffy man kept pointing, introducing the people around him to Wang Ning, for unknown reasons.

And the people he pointed to all smiled and nodded at Wang Ning in greeting.

To avoid offending everyone, and also because one does not hit a smiling face, Wang Ning could only return a smile.

Seeing this, the scruffy man smiled, knowing that things were settled. So, he put an arm around Wang Ning’s shoulder, revealing his somewhat yellowed teeth, and chuckled, “As the saying goes, ‘To have friends come from afar, is it not delightful!’”

“Now that we’ve met, shouldn’t you, little brother, treat us to a meal?”

“Heh, so you’re treating me as a fool!”

Wang Ning sneered inwardly, “I only have nine Spirit Stones in total, and you want me to treat?!” He immediately stopped holding back.

“Ah!”

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Wang Ning pried the scruffy man's fingers off his shoulder, then violently threw him away.

This blow severely intimidated everyone present. Those who were reduced to sleeping on the streets naturally wouldn't be too strong.

Even if there were, they wouldn't covet a meal's worth of money.

Therefore, as the scruffy man was easily dealt with by Wang Ning, the others naturally quieted down.

And after the scruffy man scrambled to his feet, he merely glared resentfully at Wang Ning, then sat down not far away, saying nothing more.

Wang Ning ignored him, closed his eyes again, and continued to comprehend the Cultivation Technique.

He did not choose to leave this place.

After all, no one could guarantee that leaving here wouldn't lead to other troubles.

Instead of that, it was better to stay. Anyway, after observing for a while, he realized that these people couldn't pose any danger to him.

Night fell, dark and windy, with a gentle breeze.

Only the watchman’s voice came from afar, “Dry weather, be careful of fire…”

“Clang, clang, clang~”

At this moment, most of the people in the alley seemed to have fallen asleep. Wang Ning still kept his eyes tightly closed, leaning against the wall, half-asleep.

Suddenly, Wang Ning seemed to hear some movement, “How is it? Should we make a move?”

“There’s a rather troublesome kid, but it’s fine.”

The voices were very soft and ethereal. Wang Ning opened his eyes, looked around, and found everything silent, with no anomalies.

However, Wang Ning still became vigilant.

Just then, Wang Ning suddenly smelled a faint fragrance. In an instant, he felt his head becoming drowsy.

“Not good!”

Wang Ning immediately shielded his sense of smell, but on the surface, he still put on an act of being affected, slumping to the ground.

Just then, the scruffy man not far away suddenly stood up and cursed, “This kid really has some tricks up his sleeve, he could actually hear our demonic sounds.”

At the same time, several other figures in the crowd also stood up.

“Alright, Old Deng, hurry up and act. If we delay the Lord’s plan, we’ll all be fed to the demonic den.”

Upon hearing this, the scruffy man immediately fell silent and began to act.

Wang Ning was very puzzled at this moment, “Demonic sounds? Were those the words they just spoke?”

“And what is a demonic den? They seem very afraid of it?”

“Demonic sounds… demonic den? They are Demonic Cultivators!”

Wang Ning immediately reacted, his heart chilling and somewhat nervous.

After all, the term Demonic Cultivator was something that caused a change in expression in the Cultivation world.

Decisive killing and ruthlessness were secondary; the most important thing was that Demonic Cultivators always emphasized quick success.

What is quick success?

Just like Yao Beasts, Cultivators’ entire bodies are treasures.

Their limbs and internal organs are all resources for our Cultivation.

Therefore, saying he wasn't afraid was false; Wang Ning was still just a young Cultivator who had just started out. But even so, Wang Ning still waited quietly.

Until the scruffy man came before Wang Ning and said sinisterly, “Kid, no matter how strong you are, die!”

As he spoke, the jade bottle in his hand tilted slightly, and a drop of crimson liquid slid out.

The scruffy man watched with a morbid and crazed expression, as if he had already seen Wang Ning turn into a pool of blood.

“Old dog, you’re dreaming!”

Wang Ning suddenly opened his eyes and threw a punch.