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Stepping through the city gate and entering the street, a lively city scene was already blooming in front of Wu Hui.

Most of the buildings in Yunyang City are mainly made of wood, with teahouses, taverns, pawn shops, workshops, clinics and other shops on both sides of the main road.

These eaves and exquisitely crafted buildings are full of ancient beauty, and they have more of the heavy feeling after years of hardship than the ancient buildings on Earth in Wu Hui's memory.

There are many stall vendors at the foot of the shop.

These vendors either use carts or wooden tables, and some simply use a piece of cowhide felt to sell on the ground.

Their selling things is even more complex than the products in the store. Common items such as talismans, elixirs, utensils, tools, etc. can be found here. In addition, spiritual plants, spiritual fruits, antiques and miscellaneous items, snacks and pastries, etc., are full of them, and the variety is dazzling.

In short, almost as long as you can sell something that can be sold for some money here, there will be people selling it. As for the authenticity and fake number, it depends on your personal eyesight.

There are also pedestrians on the streets, including porters bent over by heavy burdens, and laborers driving animals to deliver goods; merchants who are rushing and stopping...

Just a glance can clearly see the ancient and richness of Yunyang City, and its hustle and bustle are filled with tranquility and peace.

It was just a little surprised that Wu Hui was a little surprised. The population in Yunyang City was actually very large, but among the dense crowds, there were very few immortal cultivators.

Isn’t this a city famous for its exclusive supply to those who practice immortals? Why are there fewer people who practice immortals?

As if he saw Wu Hui's doubts, the servant of the Wang family hurriedly introduced from the side, "Master Wang Dong, do you think the immortal cultivators here are not as many as you imagined?"

"That's right. There are fewer people with the qualifications to practice in our Da Yanzhou. Not one of them will appear among the thousands of people, and even fewer those with outstanding qualifications will be able to go out. In addition, these outstanding qualifications will often go in seclusion, often for ten or eight years, or even decades. Even if they come out by chance, they will purchase them in a hurry and disappear again. Therefore, there are many fewer cultivators in our Yunyang City than ordinary people."

"No wonder." Wu Hui answered casually.

Thinking about it this way, it is indeed the case.

The immortal cultivators are like high aristocrats in other civilizations, pure blood, and they are at the top of the entire social chain. The entire civilization, together with all races in the entire civilization, serve them, a small group of people.

Not to mention the upper-class cultivators with outstanding qualifications, they are undoubtedly the nobles among the nobles, and their number is even smaller.

You should know that in Da Yanzhou, which has a population of hundreds of millions, less than one percent of the population with the qualifications to cultivate immortals is rare, and like the head of the Wang family, Wang Tian, ​​and other clan leaders of the Immortal Cultivation Family, who can reach level 8 or even above level 9 are even rarer.

These upper-level immortal cultivators naturally would not go out easily, and even if there were materials that needed to be purchased, they would be handed over to their servants to handle.

This is why Yunyang City is so big that it is rare to see those who practice immortals all the way. Powerful immortals like Wu Hui who have reached the level 6 Nascent Soul stage are rare laity experts.

However, there is no doubt that all functions of this entire city are built for providing services to cultivators. Many shop owners and friends are also cultivators. However, their strength and talent are too low, and all they can do is to check out shops and work for some big families.

"Let's go and go inside and take a look."

Wu Hui greeted, shook the fan, and walked towards the city first.

The mistress hurriedly followed him and introduced the attractions in the city and the unique features of each store.

"Young Master, you knew you were an outstanding immortal cultivator as soon as you saw it. How about it? Do you want to look at this piece of high-quality ice black iron? It is definitely the best material for forging magical weapons!"

"Young, dare to show off a piece of ice black iron? This young master, look at my spiritual herb, it will definitely be 500 years old!"

"Authentic Five Elements Spirit Talisman, look, it is definitely a must-have for home travel emergency! Three spirit stones per, buy ten, and I will give you two more!"

"Brother, brother, let me talk... I have a bottle of top-level Yu Nu Pills, I only need one, and I will cover you..."

As Wu Hui wandered around, more and more shops and vendors began to notice him.

Although these shop vendors could not see Wu Hui's cultivation, he was low-key and restrained, with extraordinary temperament. He was wearing white clothes and paper fans, and was all top-notch magic weapons. At first glance, he was a cultivator from a large family.

For those who have not opened for a year, and have been eating for three years, and when they meet a cultivator who goes out to purchase, they want to call the other father's vendor, these young men who come out to play are definitely rich and wealthy investors.

These young men are not only rich but usually have shallow knowledge. As long as they can make a good deal, they can make a profit in the next ten years, let alone three years, and they can make a profit back.

Look, the singers who played the piano in the brothel also came out of the window after hearing the news, calling out earnestly: "Young Master, come up, I will play a song for you."

"Young Master, come here to sit here, the little girl will not accept your spirit stone."

"Young Master, I'm good at it, but the number one in our Yunyang City..."

The more and more begging, the more explicit and direct, and the mistress who followed Wu Hui was a little blushed and helpless.

A young man from a big family is definitely a hot item in Yunyang City. You should know that most of these vendors and singers are ordinary people or low-quality cultivators.

They basically have no hope on the road to cultivating immortals. Compared with other cultivators, their life span is only more than a hundred years, and those a little longer are only two hundred years.

Therefore, as long as you meet a big young man like Wu Hui, as long as you can make a good fortune, you will at least make your life much more comfortable in the future. And those singers want to stay with Wu Hui and naturally want to borrow Wu Hui to soar to the sky. Even if you are taken back to be favored by Wu Hui for a few days, it will be better than staying in a brothel for the rest of your life.

"It's lively, it's just a little noisy."

The items sold on the street naturally cannot be seen in Wu Hui's eyes. Whether it is spiritual talismans or elixirs, the spiritual power contained in them is pitifully small. And those spiritual plants, spiritual objects and minerals are not worth giving to Wu Hui, and Wu Hui is so heavy in his hands. As for those singers, can they compare to his maids and holy concubines in the Kingdom of God?

There is no way, who made Wu Hui a god with a star lake? The things sold in Yunyang City, Da Yanzhou, naturally did not meet the standards needed by Wu Hui.

So Wu Hui deliberately turned cold and showed his powerful strength of the Nascent Soul level. The vendors coming up around him suddenly felt like they fell into an ice cellar. They were so scared that they all knelt on their heads in a hurry. Then they all retreated to the side honestly, not even a single extra sound.

In the world of immortal cultivation, powerful immortal cultivators can definitely be regarded as absolute authority, and can even control life and death against lower-level creatures.

Take the small place in Yanzhou, Da. Here, a Jindan stage cultivator is respected as the ancestor among the people. Then the Nascent Soul stage cultivator is almost the same as a monster. No one dares to provoke an old Nascent Soul monster.

The whole world is purified at once.

Without the disturbance of these vendors, Wu Hui was more comfortable shopping.

At this moment, a ragged little boy took out half a piece of discarded bread by the trash can on the corner of the street.

The little boy was overjoyed, picked it up and ran into the alley behind him. However, the shoes on his toes were too broken, and he tripped him to the ground in just a few steps.

It seemed that he was too happy to pick up the dough cake. He didn't even hurt his knees, which had broken skin and blood, and after getting up from the ground, he still looked happy and ran into the alley.

"Miss third son, who is that child?"

Wu Hui called the servant and pointed to the alley where the little boy disappeared.

"Oh, just a little beggar. That boy is so brave, and he is not afraid of being caught." The little son followed Wu Hui and explained disapprovingly, "We in Yunyang City do not allow beggars to enter. If these bed bugs anger a certain adult, it would be a huge sin. So once these refugees are found to have entered the city, the city defense force will punish him severely."

Wu Hui nodded thoughtfully, then raised the paper fan in his hand: "Take me to see."

"Ah? Master Wang Dong, which place are you going to?" The little third son's young face was full of difficulties. "That kind of place is dirty and smelly, but it is not suitable for your identity..."

"Hmm?" Wu Hui frowned suddenly, and the servant immediately agreed in fear, "Young Master Wang Dong is here, and the younger one will take you to have a walk."

What Wu Hui did not expect was that the alley where the little boy just walked through actually led to a crack between the city wall and the mountain, which could lead directly to the outside of the city.

In fact, there are several small paths leading to the city like this. Refugees outside the city are not unable to enter the city. As long as people in the city hire or lead transactions, they can enter the city. However, if they sneak into the city without a legitimate reason, they will be regarded as a rioter who affects the city appearance and will be immediately cleaned up and expelled by the city defense force.

After passing the path to reach the outside of the city, Wu Hui discovered that the majestic Yunyang City had such a dirty and messy side.

Just where the city walls and the mountains are connected, there are simple shacks everywhere, with sewage flowing on the ground and dirty and muddy. The refugees living in the shacks are men, women, young and old, but they all have pale faces and thin skin and look numb.

It seemed that Wu Hui, who was extremely handsome, suddenly visited because of his expensive clothes. The thin and sunken eyes of these refugees were filled with fear. After a brief shock, they spontaneously knelt on both sides and gave way.

These refugees live at the lowest level of society. Any cultivator can trample them to death at will without bearing any punishment.

"These untouchables have lived around Yunyang City for generations. They farm and pick here, and occasionally go to the mountains to hunt. Any harvest will be sold at the city gate."

The little third son pinched his nose with his hands and looked around with disgust. Then he persuaded in a angrily voice, "Young Master Wang Dong, you have a look, let's go back? It's so dirty here, don't dirty your shoes."

Wu Hui didn't say anything, and this place made him unconsciously think of the slums he had seen before.

Maybe no one could predict that the world of cultivation, which is fresh and unrestrained on the surface and transcends the world of immortals, is actually like this chaos on the back.

In fact, behind any glamorous civilization, there are these dirty and messy places. It is these dirty and messy parts that support the entire huge civilization system.

"Follow me."

Wu Hui walked into the inside with his own eyes, and the mistress had to follow him with helpless expressions, and kept slapping his nose with his hands along the way, as if as long as he relaxed for a moment, the smell around him would be stinking.

Not long after, the little boy appeared in Wu Hui's sight just now.

In front of a half-collapse shack, the little boy lame his legs and smiled and handed half a piece of bread to a woman with a dry hair and weak hair.

The woman took the dough tremblingly, swallowed her saliva, and was about to bite her, but she found Wu Hui, who was dressed in white and had a noble temperament, had already walked in front of them.

In an instant, the little boy and the woman were both stunned, and their eyes were filled with fear.

After a while, the little boy stood there in a daze and trembled: "Mother, mother, I, I didn't steal, I..."

"Bang!"

Before the little boy could finish his words, the woman raised her hand and slapped her in the face.

"My husband, my child is young and ignorant. Please forgive him and beg him for mercy." The woman kowtowed in panic, begging for mercy, and at the same time grabbed the little boy and asked him to kowtow and apologize with him.

The little boy was full of tears and knelt on the ground helplessly, but he kept holding back his tears and said nothing.

In this world, immortal cultivators dominate everything. Anyone with a slight disrespect will often bring consequences that these refugees cannot bear.

Even the children understand this.

"Your child has not stolen, I can prove it."

Wu Hui slowed down his tone and replied gently, then looked at the stubborn but very sensible little boy, "Your mother seems to be very sick. Do you want to save her?"

The little boy nodded heavily.

"Okay." Wu Hui took out a small statue of light from the storage equipment and handed it to the little boy. "As long as you beg for this statue sincerely, the gods will definitely respond."

"Really, really?" The little boy found that Wu Hui did not seem to be malicious, so he asked carefully, "This, this god is..."

"It's not a god, it's a god, a god representing the light of the world."

Finally, at Wu Hui's instructions, the little boy knelt on the ground and immediately prayed devoutly to the statue of the Light.
To be continued...