334: Su Xiaoxiao: Brother Wuchang, something's not right with you!

"Om..."

A sound a hundred times fainter than a mosquito's wingbeat echoed on the deck of the nine heavens vessel, then fell silent.

The pristine white robe that had been there vanished, replaced by a black mosquito a few points smaller than a grain of rice.

This mosquito was entirely black, almost blending into the night if one didn't look carefully.

Its wings were as thin as a cicada's, each vibration silent, yet containing a subtle, almost imperceptible spatial dao rhyme.

Su Chen skillfully flapped his wings, his body instantly transforming into a streak of light imperceptible to the naked eye, diving directly towards the Imperial Palace.

Diving from ten thousand meters high, the view changed dramatically.

The towering city walls, majestic in the eyes of Mortals, appeared to him as merely slightly larger bricks; the wide streets, like glowing ribbons; and the patrolling armored guards, slow-moving black dots.

This perspective of controlling everything and looking down upon all beings caused Su Chen's slight sense of shame to recede, replaced by a... subtle pleasure.

[Cough, cough, although the form is inelegant, this perspective is indeed good. Go wherever you want, see whoever you want... Hmm, convenient!]

[I just wonder how those idiots like Wu Chang are doing now.]

...Meanwhile, in Tiandu Imperial City, on the most bustling Vermilion Bird Street.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

More than a dozen figures appeared out of thin air in a secluded alley piled with sundries. It was Su Wuchang and his group, now dressed in Mortal attire.

Even though they tried their best to conceal their auras, the nobility from deep within their Bloodline and the powerful aura cultivated from long-term high positions still made them stand out like a bright moon in the dark, completely out of place with their surroundings.

Stepping out of the alley, the bustling, noisy, and bizarre scene instantly assailed this group of "country bumpkin" Prodigies from a Hidden Family.

On both sides of the street, shops stood in rows: restaurants, tea houses, Magic Treasure pavilions, Medicinal Pill shops... a dazzling array of goods.

Pedestrians jostled shoulder to shoulder, the cries of hawkers, shouts, roars of Spirit Beasts, and the crisp clanging of Magic Treasures intertwined, filled with what Su Chen called the "Qi of human life."

"Wow... Is this the capital of Mortals? It's so lively! A hundred times livelier than our clan's market!"

Su Xiaoxiao's bright, intelligent eyes curiously darted around, her small face full of novelty.

Within the Lesser Formless Realm, besides Cultivation, she was always in seclusion, so she had never seen such a scene.

Su Wuchang, however, frowned deeply, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, vigilantly scanning his surroundings. He said in a deep voice, "Xiaoxiao, calm your mind! Everyone, don't be misled by the superficial prosperity! Boss said that the Xuantian Immortal Sect has already infiltrated this place. The more bustling and prosperous a place is, the more likely it is to hide murderous intent!"

He looked at the Cultivators with their arms around each other, faces flushed with drink in the restaurants, and a strong disdain flashed in his eyes: "Hmph, a bunch of fools blinded by appearances! The Great Xia Empress is about to be humiliated, the Divine Dynasty is in peril, yet they are still here drinking and reveling, numb and indifferent. How pathetic!"

Upon hearing this, everyone put away their curiosity and adopted solemn and serious expressions, as if they were not out for a stroll but on a decapitation mission behind enemy lines as a special forces unit.

The men in their group were handsome and tall, the women beautiful and exquisite, yet each wore a stern face, exuding a cold aura that screamed "do not approach."

Walking down the bustling street, the surrounding pedestrians unconsciously made way for them, as if an invisible Qi wall separated them from the Mortals, forming an extremely peculiar sight.

"Wu Chang Ge, Boss told us to go to a crowded and complex place to gather intelligence. Where should we go?" Su Yueling asked in a lowered voice.

Su Wuchang stopped, his gaze sweeping over the entire street like a hawk, his mind rapidly working.

'Boss said, a crowded and complex place... Ordinary restaurants and tea houses, though crowded, mostly discuss trivial matters, so the intelligence value is low.'

'Moreover, our extraordinary temperament would surely attract attention if we sat there, which would be inappropriate.'

'Boss's true intention must be for us to go to a place where all sorts of people gather, where information exchange is most frequent, and at the same time, where we can best blend in!'

His gaze passed over numerous restaurants and tea houses, finally, like a sharp sword, settling on a seven-story pavilion at the end of the street, enveloped in an ambiguous pink glow and decorated with exceptional luxury.

That pavilion was named — "Qingfeng Tower."

Outside the building, lanterns hung everywhere, countless "Joyful Union Lanterns" imbued with Spiritual Qi illuminated the entire building as brightly as day, emitting a decadent sound.

At the entrance of the building, rows of scantily clad, alluring female Cultivators stood, smiling sweetly at passersby and waving silk handkerchiefs.

A "fragrant breeze" mixed with various Advanced cosmetic powders and the scent of women drifted down the street. It was not a Mortal fragrance, but a low-level illusion array that could stir desires in people's hearts, causing many passing male Cultivators to stop, their faces showing lecherous smiles.

Inside the Qingfeng Tower, it was even more boisterous, with the sounds of strings and flutes unending. Faintly, one could hear the coquettish laughter of women and the boisterous shouts of men, making it the most popular and most mixed place on the entire Vermilion Bird Street.

The moment Su Wuchang saw this building, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he pounded his fist into his palm!

This is it!

I understand!

I completely understand Boss's meaning!

He stretched out his finger, pointing far towards the pink tower, a wise expression of "I've seen through everything" on his face, and said in a deep voice:

"Look there!"

Everyone followed the direction of his finger. When they saw what kind of pavilion it was, strong disgust and contempt immediately appeared on the faces of Su Xiaoxiao, Su Yueling, and the other female Cultivators.

"This... Is this the legendary Brothel of Mortals?" Su Xiaoxiao frowned her beautiful brows, her eyes practically spitting fire. "Wu Chang Ge, what intelligence could possibly be found in such a filthy place?!"

Su Wuchang, however, shook his head, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression more serious than ever. He began his almost Divine-Grade analysis in a didactic tone.