In the imposing and mysterious manor, a burly, dignified-looking middle-aged man suddenly swung his hand down fiercely. The thick, solid gold chair beside him caved in under the palm imprint, revealing the immense power of his strike.

  "Brother, it seems Wynn likely fell by this person's hand. What should we do next?" Louis Draper asked nearby. He hadn't seen his brother this furious in a long time.

  "The murder of my son—we cannot live under the same sky. I am determined to kill this person with my own hands; otherwise, I cannot dispel the hatred in my heart!" Arthur Draper's eyes were bloodshot.

  "I'll go with you to Moonwatch Immortal City!" Louis said.

  Arthur shook his head. "No need, Brother. We still have enemies in Moonwatch Immortal City. Although Arn is somewhat impoverished, the spiritual items it produces are enough for you and Alex to cultivate for now. My journey to Moonwatch Immortal City is uncertain. The heavy responsibility of the family's future legacy now falls upon you."

  "Brother..." Louis's voice choked with emotion.

  Traveling westward towards the Nors Kingdom, perhaps being closer to Moonwatch City, secular folk tales about immortals became increasingly common.

  For instance, a scholar on his way to the capital for the imperial examinations encountered a fox spirit in a dilapidated temple along the road. Later, he passed the exams and lived together with the fox spirit.

  Above a certain Taoist temple, five-colored auspicious clouds appeared. A white-haired Taoist priest rode the clouds and cranes away.

  In a certain river, a fish demon caused trouble, harming fishermen on both banks. Later, a black-clad immortal arrived riding the clouds. With one sword strike, he cleaved the river, killed the fish demon, and then departed stepping on clouds.

  Spirit stones can actually also be brought into this mysterious space? Leo looked at the spirit stone on the ground in astonishment. On his way to the Nors Kingdom, he practiced various spells while traveling.

  Once, while holding a spirit stone and pondering how to increase the power and attack speed of spells, his consciousness unconsciously entered the mysterious space within his body. Leo was surprised to find the spirit stone had also been brought in.

  Can it be taken out? With this question, Leo tried again. The spirit stone was successfully brought back out. This discovery filled him with delight.

  Could this mysterious space function like a storage pouch, allowing things with spiritual energy to be brought in and out?

  He then experimented with Shadow Ants, Purple Spirit Grass, and spirit beast pelts. He found living spirit beasts could not be brought in, but Purple Spirit Grass and spirit beast pelts could.

  It's a pity I don't have any spirit talismans on hand, otherwise I could test those too. Thinking of spirit talismans, Leo's eyes lit up.

  "Hey, my dear disciple, how come you disappear for months without a word? These past few months, I haven't absorbed a single bit of spiritual energy. What's going on?" the hoarse voice of the black-robed old man spoke.

  "My abilities are limited, and I don't know spells. I can't find enough spiritual items, so naturally I can only rely on my own cultivation. Naturally, there's no extra spiritual energy," Leo replied. Hearing the old man's voice, he quickly moved the Purple Spirit Grass out of the space to avoid the black-robed old man discovering this secret.

  "What a hassle. How about you just let me out? Keeping me trapped here all day still consumes your spiritual energy. It's not cost-effective for you," the black-robed old man said.

  "In your dreams!" Leo said coldly and ended the conversation with the black-robed old man.

  "Hey, hey! Don't go! Keep me company for a chat!" the black-robed old man called out several times, but there was no further response. The old man felt dejected and drifted away again, searching for a possible exit.

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  "Waiter! Ten pounds of beef, a pot of wine, and feed my horse some good fodder."

  Leo entered a tavern, sat at a table near the edge, and ordered. After months of travel, he had finally reached the Nors Kingdom. Traveling continuously for months, enduring wind and dew, he didn't know what prospects awaited him in Moonwatch City. It was time to treat himself properly.

  "Coming right up! Please wait a moment, sir," the waiter called out, coming over to pour tea enthusiastically. "Judging by your travel-worn appearance, sir, are you heading to Moonwatch Immortal City?"

  "How did you know?" Leo's expression stiffened slightly.

  "No need to be nervous, sir. Every year, many people pass by our humble shop on their way to Moonwatch Immortal City—some secular martial artists, some cultivators. But martial artists coming from the east, to resist bandits and fierce beasts, have to travel in groups. Someone like you, sir, traveling alone, most likely has great skills as a cultivator. Besides, sir, you ordered ten pounds of beef and a pot of wine. Ordinary mortals don't have such a hearty appetite," the waiter explained.

  "Secular martial artists also go to Moonwatch Immortal City? Isn't that a place for cultivators to gather? Are you very familiar with Moonwatch City?" Leo asked, surprised.

  "You jest, sir. I'm just an ordinary mortal who's never left the county borders in my life. How could I be familiar with Moonwatch City? But with many guests coming and going, I've learned a thing or two. The exact situation in Moonwatch Immortal City, I'm not very clear about. But every year, indeed many secular martial artists enter and leave. Occasionally, I hear from those who return. There are also many martial artists inside Moonwatch Immortal City, doing menial chores for immortals, hoping for guidance, or some are relatives or family members of immortals. You see, the path of immortality is elusive; those who can cultivate are one in ten thousand. Not every immortal's family has the immortal fate. So, there are occasional connections with the secular world."

  "So that's how it is," Leo nodded. The waiter was right. If he hadn't been abducted by the black-robed old man, he'd probably still be doing odd jobs in the Thunder Blade Sect. And his family were genuine farmers, not even martial artists.

  The waiter continued, "I see you, sir, haven't been to Moonwatch Immortal City either. About twenty-some miles northwest from here, I hear there's an immortal who loves drinking selling maps to Moonwatch Immortal City. If you're interested, sir, you could try going there."

  "Thank you for the tip, young brother," Leo said, clasping his hands.

  "It's nothing, nothing. You're too polite, sir."

  Having received the tip, after filling his stomach, Leo mounted his horse and headed in the direction indicated by the waiter. After riding nearly twenty miles without seeing a soul, if it weren't for this being the only road in this direction, he would have almost thought he'd taken a wrong turn or the waiter had been spinning tales. But thinking back, it shouldn't be. The waiter was just a mortal; why would he deceive him for no reason?

  *Burp---*

  Just as Leo was hesitating, a burping sound came from a patch of grass several dozen meters away. Following the sound, he saw a portly man, round like the Maitreya Buddha, getting up from the knee-deep grass. A large black gourd hung at his waist. His small, round eyes gave the portly man a somewhat shrewd look.

  "Oh? Qi Refining Level Two. Young brother, judging by your appearance, you're heading to Moonwatch Immortal City, right?" The portly man walked out of the grass, swaying slightly.

  "Indeed, I am heading to Moonwatch Immortal City. Do you have any advice, sir?" The waiter was right. The spiritual pressure from this person was stronger than his; at least a Qi Refining Level Three cultivator. And he was just sleeping in the grass, reeking of alcohol.

  "Advice is too strong a word. I'm Laszlo. My aptitude is limited; after cultivating for decades, I've only reached Qi Refining Level Three. Not like you, young brother, so young yet already not far from me. Your future achievements are limitless; becoming a Foundation Establishment Master is within sight. Is this your first time coming to Moonwatch City from a secular kingdom?" Laszlo smiled flatteringly before asking.

  "It is," Leo nodded.

  "Excellent! I has been waiting for a destined person like you, young brother," Laszlo slapped his thigh, his expression turning serious. "Laszlo feels his own aptitude is shallow, having no fateful connection with the Immortal Path. After painful reflection, I've decided to contribute my humble efforts to the prosperous development of the cultivation world, specifically guiding people like you, young brother, who haven't been to Moonwatch Immortal City."

  "Then I thank you, Brother. May I ask how to get to the immortal city?" Leo automatically filtered out all of Laszlo's earlier preamble.

  "Good question from young brother. Look, what is this?"

  Laszlo took out a scroll and a booklet from his storage pouch, then launched into a practiced introduction. "See this? As the saying goes, 'The state has its laws, the family its rules.' Moonwatch Immortal City is the largest gathering place for us loose cultivators. To manage tens of thousands of loose cultivators within the city, there naturally is a set of Moonwatch City's regulations. Violating the rules can lead to light punishments like flogging, or severe ones like abolishing cultivation, even execution on the spot by the city's enforcement team is possible. So, this booklet of Moonwatch City's regulations must be memorized to avoid bringing trouble upon yourself!"

  Leo listened to Laszlo's serious tone and nodded repeatedly, then asked, "And what about this scroll?"

  "Excellent question! This scroll is even more important. The city regulations just need to be memorized and avoided in daily life, which is relatively easy. But this scroll is more crucial. Why has Moonwatch Immortal City become a gathering place for loose cultivators? Precisely because of the endless spiritual herbs, spirit stones, and demon beasts in the Moonwatch Mountain Range. But the Moonwatch Mountains are also filled with dangers, especially for us low-level Qi Refining cultivators. Which areas are safe to go, which are not. The slightest mistake, encountering a powerful demon beast, could mean death and the end of one's cultivation path. For a young brother like you, wanting to obtain spiritual items while ensuring your own safety, this terrain map of the Moonwatch Mountains is absolutely essential."

  "This Immortal City Regulations costs only one low-grade spirit stone. As for this map scroll, it's priced at three low-grade spirit stones. Equivalent spiritual herbs or spirit beast pelts can also be exchanged," Laszlo said, finishing with an expectant look at Leo.

  Leo hesitated for a moment. Thinking the Purple Spirit Grass was still useful to him, he took out a demon tiger pelt from his storage pouch. "Is this pelt acceptable?"

  "This tiger pelt is fairly intact, but you haven't processed it. The spiritual energy on it has dissipated severely, so its value isn't high. At best, it's worth about one low-grade spirit stone. Do you have any other spiritual items on you?" Laszlo asked.

  "No," Leo replied. Seeing the flicker in Laszlo's eyes, he felt this person was somewhat cunning and crafty. Although he wanted this city regulations booklet and the map scroll, he decided to test this fat man first.