747: Fellow Daoists, please enter the Holy City

"Great Master, your noodles are ready. Please enjoy."

A moment later, the boss placed a bowl of plain noodles on the table.

"Thank you!"

Lu Mingya picked up her chopsticks and slowly began to eat.

Xie Weilou stared at Lu Mingya. When this woman ate her noodles, she chewed slowly and swallowed gracefully without making a sound, looking very ladylike.

He just didn't know what she looked like, but her true appearance shouldn't be bad.

Seeing this, Lu Mingya glanced at Xie Weilou: "What is it?"

Being stared at by a man while eating made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Xie Weilou shook his head, "What's so good about a bowl of plain noodles? You need oil, spice, and meat!"

He continued eating his noodles, taking huge bites, wolfing them down, and making slurping sounds.

"..."

Lu Mingya was speechless. She lowered her head and continued to eat.

After quickly finishing his bowl of noodles, Xie Weilou put down a Silver Ingot, stood up, and told the boss, "I'll pay for this young lady's noodles."

Having said that, he turned and left.

This Lu Mingya is not simple; making a good connection should do no harm.

"..."

Lu Mingya looked up at Xie Weilou's retreating figure, a thoughtful look appearing in her eyes... Pure Yang Holy City.

It is the main City of the Pure Yang Holy Land. The City is massive, covered by an Eternal Grand Array, making it indestructible.

Seven-colored array light flashed, divine essence permeated the air, mysterious and unfathomable. Spiritual Qi surged in from all directions, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, making the Spiritual Qi in the City incredibly dense.

This is a massive Cultivation Holy City, comparable to any Cave Heaven and Blessed Land, truly extraordinary.

Everyone in the City is a Cultivator; there is not a single Mortal. Normally, it is difficult for outsiders to enter.

However, the Pure Yang Holy Land is holding a grand event tomorrow, so the City is temporarily open to the public.

Night.

Starlight twinkled, and moonlight shone down.

A group of Disciples from the Pure Yang Holy Land stood on the walls of the Pure Yang Holy City. They held their heads high, their gazes arrogant, and powerful auras permeated their bodies.

Outside the Holy City, dozens of young people had also gathered, all Cultivators who had arrived early, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Pure Yang Holy City's splendor.

Xie Weilou wore a black robe, his hands tucked into his sleeves, standing lazily among the crowd.

This time, he didn't change his appearance but used his original face.

Boom!

The sky shook, and several terrifying pressures spread out. Three young people instantly flew down, their powerful auras erupting and causing the ground to shatter.

Everyone present immediately looked at these three young people, their eyes showing surprise.

The first wore a black robe, was imposing, had a dignified face, and exuded nobility.

The second wore a golden robe, looked arrogant, surveyed his surroundings haughtily, and was enveloped in golden light and powerful pressure.

The third wore a star-blue robe, had a Star Mark between his brows, looked indifferent, and was enveloped in starlight and extraordinary pressure.

"The Ninth Prince of the Eastern Wasteland Dynasty, Ye Cangxiao."

"The Candidate Holy Son of the Bright Holy Land, Wei Mingyuan."

"The Candidate Holy Son of the Zhou Tian Holy Land, Ye Suxing."

The crowd named the identities of the three, their eyes filled with awe.

These three were all extremely extraordinary, famous, and all Heavens Proud Son.

Especially the first one, who was the Ninth Prince of the Eastern Wasteland Dynasty, even more unfathomable.

"..."

Xie Weilou merely glanced faintly at the three and ignored them.

"Young Master, we have arrived at Pure Yang Holy City!"

Just then, an old man drove a broken ox cart loaded with firewood over.

The ox cart was very slow, its wheel hubs pressing on the ground and making creaking sounds, as if it might fall apart at any moment.

Inside the ox cart lay a young man wearing brocade robes and holding a folding fan.

The young man jumped off, casually pulled a Silver Ingot from his sleeve, and tossed it to the old man: "Thanks!"

"..."

Everyone looked at the young man with stunned expressions.

This person's way of appearing was certainly interesting.

Those who came here either flew or arrived by flying boat or Carriage.

This person, however, arrived sitting directly in a broken cart meant for hauling firewood, completely lacking in image. Is he really a Cultivator?

It feels a bit beneath his status!

"..."

Ye Cangxiao and the other two merely glanced at the young man before looking away.

The young man fiddled with his folding fan and casually swept his gaze over the crowd.

When his gaze landed on Xie Weilou, his expression froze momentarily.

"Brother Xie!"

The newcomer was naturally Fu Aniu. The moment he saw Xie Weilou, he quickly greeted him via Voice Transmission.

Fu Aniu felt helpless. He hadn't expected to run into Xie Weilou here.

He loved making friends, but some friends made him feel uneasy.

Just like Xie Weilou, who always gave him the feeling that the other party might stab him or dig a massive pit for him at any moment, leaving him full of wariness.

After returning to the Fu Family this time, everyone in the Fu Family kept asking him: Who is Fu Eight Desolations? Which Heavens Proud Son daughter of the Fu Family controls the Star-Devouring Tree?

These questions left him utterly speechless.

"..."

Xie Weilou gave Fu Aniu a meaningful smile. It seemed this fellow also loved joining the fun.

"Open the City gates!"

A Disciple of the Pure Yang Holy Land on the City wall said in a deep voice.

Rumble!

The City gates quickly opened, and lights spread throughout the City.

"Fellow Daoists, please enter the Holy City!"

The Disciple of the Pure Yang Holy Land cupped his fists and spoke.

"..."

Everyone entered the City one after another. Arriving a day early allowed them to witness the extraordinary nature of the Pure Yang Holy City.

Fu Aniu quickly walked toward Xie Weilou. Walking beside Xie Weilou, he asked in a low voice, "Brother Xie, is this your original appearance?"

"Is there a problem?"

Xie Weilou countered.

Fu Aniu said seriously, "This face is too handsome; it makes me feel ashamed of my own appearance! But Brother Xie, entering the Pure Yang Holy City so openly without concealing yourself, won't that cause a big problem?"

People from the Myriad Sword Holy Land and the Longevity Holy Land will definitely come. If they see Xie Weilou then, they might take action.

Xie Weilou smiled faintly, "Young men should have the ambition to look down upon the world and Traverse the Eight Wastes. How is concealing oneself any different from being a waste? Be open and upright—who in the world wouldn't recognize you?"

He added, "Besides, didn't you also use your original face? Or is this face of yours fake?"

Fu Aniu immediately said, "This is my original face, and it has been this way from the beginning."

"I am still a member of the Fu Family, after all. Even if I come here with my real face, only the younger generation would dare to move against me. The older generation certainly wouldn't lower themselves to attack me."

Since the Pure Yang Holy Land is hosting a conference, his presence as a member of the Fu Family represents the Fu Clan's prestige.

Even if the older generation wanted to kill him, they would have to weigh the consequences.

Xie Weilou sized up Fu Aniu and asked with a strange expression, "Is the Fu Clan's Imperial Son named Fu Wentian?"

Fu Aniu knew what Xie Weilou was thinking. He laughed, "I can certainly tell Brother Xie that I am not the Fu Family's Imperial Son! Our clan's Imperial Son will show himself tomorrow."

"Then I can look forward to seeing him."

Xie Weilou smiled indifferently.

The two walked forward...