After Favorability Is Maxed Chapter 350 – 350 Wind Cloud City

350 Wind Cloud City

To the North of the Jade Mirage Sect, the Spirit Transformation River stretched for tens of millions of miles.

In addition to the large and small ordinary cultivation sects and several mortal countries along the coast, there were also the world-famous Kongtong Temple and Sky Treasure Pavilion.

Apart from that, there was also a cultivator city built at the center of the convergence point of the two largest river branches in Central Plains, called ‘Wind Cloud City'.

Because of its excellent geographical location, cultivators from all over the world had to pass through here to rest and reorganize. Thus, the scale of this city was unprecedentedly large, comparable to a country in the human world.

And the person controlling this city from behind the scenes was not simple.

On the surface, the City Lord of Wind Cloud City was the famous Crossing Calamity stage Master Wirewalker, Feng Mingxu.

However, it was said that the true owner of this city was the Wugou family, which was always elusive. Some people said that it was the Sea Slashing Tower. There were many different opinions, but no one had a definite answer.

However, no matter who was in control of Wind Cloud City, the prosperity here was obvious to all.

Therefore, the Sky Treasure Pavilion would hold a large-scale auction every once in-while – the Sky Treasure Amazing Treasures Auction. Sometimes, this event would be known as the ‘Heavenly Treasures Meeting'. Most of the time, it was held in Wind Cloud City.

At the same time, this was the last cultivator city before the northern border of Central Plains.

Another three thousand miles to the North, across the dangerous North Mansion desert sea, and the line drawn by the Saint a thousand years ago, they arrived at the Eternal Icy Plains occupied by strange races.

Over there, the largest river in Central Plains was completely frozen, along with the blood and bones of countless Central Plains cultivators.

And now, the major sects of the Righteous path were besieging the demonic sect. Because of the demonic sect's retreat, they had already separated from the North Mansion territory and were now fighting on the Eternal Icy Plains.

This garnered worldwide attention.

Wind Cloud City, the second gate to the South.

The city was surrounded by rivers, which formed a misty lake that was as vast as a Fairyland. Wind Cloud City was located on a huge island in the center, which was majestic.

There were a total of eight city gates on all four sides, and a long bridge connected them to the shore. Nascent Soul cultivators and spirit beasts guarded them day and night.

At this moment, there was a bustling crowd of immortal cultivators lining up to go through the identity inspection.

The Nascent Soul cultivator held an Eight Trigrams Body Revealing Mirror in his hand and shone it at the cultivators passing by. This way, he could verify the identity of the cultivators and see if there was anything unusual about their belongings.

This magic treasure was a product of the Sky Treasure Pavilion. It could detect a person's identity through karma. However, only the person holding the mirror could directly know the contents of the mirror in their heart. Furthermore, the cultivator who used the mirror had already sworn a heavenly oath to never reveal the secret.

This was to ensure the privacy of cultivators.

There was also a white-furred lion that was as tall as the city gates squatting between the two city gates. It stared at the cultivators who were queuing up fiercely. The sense of oppression was very strong, and the cultivators with lower cultivation levels even felt their legs go soft.

“Brother Duan, we've finally arrived at Wind Cloud City!”

Outside the line of people, a young cultivator in a white robe whispered to the people next to him. He pointed excitedly at the huge white lion that was hundreds of feet tall.

“Look!”

“This is the Divine Moon Silver Thunder Lion raised by the City Lord. Its name is Snow Maitreya, and it is the strongest of the four spirit beasts guarding the gate of Wind Cloud City. It is also the most arrogant one. It is said that there is actually a middle gate behind it, which is usually not used and only opened for the most distinguished guests…

He stopped here and looked at his companion with an expectant look that said, “Quick, ask me which guests used the middle door.”

“Oh?” The person next to him was not old either. He was wearing a black Daoist robe with wide sleeves, which made him look a little thin but very tall. He also had a handsome face, which made him look even more otherworldly.

At first, fellow Daoist Duan was sitting cross-legged on a white deer, looking at the book of Dao with a serious expression, looking like a Saint.

At this time, he looked up with a helpless look in his eyes. He sighed in his heart. How could he not know who these people were? The game book Introduction of this door had clearly written it… On the surface, he still asked with interest, “May I ask fellow Daoist Wu who would be worthy of using this middle gate?”

“Tsk, I told you to just call me Wu Yizi. Why are you being so polite?”

The white-robed young man, Wu Yizi, waved his hand and began to talk about the history of the middle gate with great interest. The most famous among these people was naturally the legendary Saint, who had retreated the foreign tribes 3,000 miles away, marked the border, and forever suppressed the wilderness. When they triumphed, the middle gate of Wind Cloud City was opened, and the City Lord knelt to welcome them.

When he got excited, Wu Yizi could not help but say regretfully, “It's a pity that the Saint is missing. Otherwise, I'd really like to see what this legendary existence is like.”

Fellow Daoist Duan thought for a moment and closed the book in his hand. He then said slowly, “Maybe he's someone that likes to praise people.”

Wu Yizi was dazed for a moment, then he suddenly realized. “That's right. The Saint taught the Four Divine Lords who had fallen into the mortal world and is best at words. He has also boosted the morale of the soldiers time and time again in the war with the foreign tribes. He must be very good at praising people.”

He clapped his hands and sighed. “Fellow Daoist Duan's realm is indeed profound. Your understanding of the Saints is also so comprehensive. I can't compare to you.”

He had met this fellow Daoist called Duan Xuan on the way.

At that time, he met a few evil cultivators who wanted to kill them and steal their treasure. They almost lost their lives because of their lack of strength. It was all thanks to Duan Xuan who saved them. When they learned that he was also heading to Wind Cloud City, he decided to go along.

This fellow Daoist Duan's swordsmanship was extraordinary, and Wu Yizi could not see through his cultivation base. However. he guessed that he was at least at the Nascent Soul Stage. To be willing to travel with him, a little Foundation Establishment cultivator, it could be said that he was very kind.

“A comprehensive understanding of the Saints? What big words!”

A Golden Core cultivator at the side suddenly spoke with a scornful attitude. His eyes were filled with ridicule. He solemnly cupped his hands towards the sky and then rebuked, how great are the Saints? How can you joke about them? In the past, the cultivators fought against the alien races. How cruel were they? If they were not careful, they would die without a burial ground. In order to make everyone cautious, they should naturally make the cultivators reflect on themselves and keep an open mind at all times. How can they like to praise others?”

“Umm…” Wu Yizi was at a loss for words and stammered, “It seems… That sounds reasonable.”

“It's my fault, please forgive me.” He cupped his fists and smiled.

The Golden Core cultivator snorted coldly and waved his sleeve, “Barbarian b*stard, you are indeed short-sighted. I will not argue with you after entering the city today.”

It turned out that Wu Yizi was a mixed-blood between the Central Plains and the Northern Barbarians. His black hair was thick and curly, and his red eyes were very striking. Although his skin was not as dark as the Northern Barbarians', and he had inherited the fair skin of the Central Plains' people, one could still tell his background with a single look.

The Golden Core cultivator looked at Wu Yizi from head to toe and laughed. “No matter how well you act, you are still a monkey.”

His companions behind him burst into laughter and whispered to Wu Yizi, clearly not saying anything good.

Wu Yizi seemed to be used to such a scene, and he forced a smile, but he still could not help clenching his fists.

He was only in the Foundation Establishment stage, so it was useless to refute. It would only bring more ridicule and even hurt.

“Have you seen a Saint before?” someone suddenly asked.

The Golden Core cultivator and his companion's eyes turned and fell on the source of the voice – the young man in a black Daoist robe.

“The Saint has been in seclusion for a thousand years. All the major sects have asked to see him but have not been able to. How could we have seen him? Besides,” the Golden core cultivator said, “so what if I've seen him before?!”

The latter stretched lazily and sat on the white deer. He put down the Dao book in his hand and his expression was very calm.”If you haven't seen the Saint, what right do you have to say that a Saint doesn't like to praise people? Isn't it the greatest disrespect for you to speculate about the Saint? the Saint is so great, how can you joke about him? You're not even a human, you're just an animal.”

He tutted a few times and said, “Hey, animal! Let's hear it?”

“You!”

The Golden Core cultivator's eyes widened and he wanted to pull out his sword in anger, but he was stopped by his companions.

He looked around, especially at the huge white lion. He put away his sword and stared at the young Daoist. He gritted his teeth and said, “I'll return your words to you! Little b*stard, you've never seen a Saint before, so how can you say that Saints like to praise people?”

He was quite proud of himself for finding a loophole in the other party's words.

However, he realized that the other party's expression did not change at all. He smiled and pointed at himself. “I'm sorry, I've seen him.”

Chapter end