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"This... I dare not..." The waiter looked hesitant.
Smack, Huangpu Xin took out a silver ingot: "Speak."
The shopkeeper's eyes lit up with joy as he took the silver and tucked it into his bosom, then began to speak confidently.
It turns out that the rumors were only half true. The Zhao, Qian, Wang, and Wei families did indeed start from scratch and gained a certain status through business, but not entirely. To be able to establish power in this chaotic realm, they mainly relied on people within their respective courts. It took decades of operation to achieve the status of a local emperor today.
"Let me tell you, if our city lord were a steward, his official rank would be several levels higher than those officials backed by the business community," the waiter lamented.
"Oh? Why isn't your city lord a steward?" Chenhao asked.
"Hey, this is just a rumor, not to be taken seriously. Some people are saying that someone has poisoned the city lord, and now Lord Yue is having trouble with his cultivation and is in seclusion."
Chenhao smelled a conspiracy: "How long has this been going on?"
"Um... it's been several decades, and I'm still young, so I'm not exactly sure how long." The young man said apologetically.
"How do you know all this then?" Huangpu Xin frowned.
"Hey, at first glance, it looks like you're not regulars here. We have a teahouse here, and besides tea, the most famous thing here is storytelling. From the small-scale conflicts among the various factions in Kunyu City to the border battles between our Nanli and Chixia, the master can talk about it all. I've heard it all from the old master," the waiter proudly said.
"Oh? Is it an old man in his seventies, with a long beard and not very tall?" Huangpu Xin asked.
"Sure, let me take a look." The waiter wiped his hands on his apron and pulled out a notebook from his pocket. "The old gentleman should be coming today. If any of you are interested, you can go down and listen."
Huangpu Xin nodded and said, "Alright, go on with your work."
"Hey, good, customer, have you eaten well?" The door closed.
Several people looked at each other, and Zhuge Ning patted his chest: "Luckily the senior brother is quick-witted, otherwise being targeted by the Zhao family and attracting the attention of the court would be bad."
Pa! "Ouch!" Zhuge Ning was slapped on the head. Looking up, it turned out to be Ma Yunyang who had returned. "Do you even pay attention? Don't get distracted next time while walking?"
Chenhao shook her head. "Don't blame him either. That young master is indeed used to being overbearing and difficult to get along with."
"Yes, Chenhao is right. We need to keep a low profile for now. Once we become successful, we'll wipe out all four major families!" Zhuge Ning declared.
"...Is that what I meant?" Chenhao rarely cursed.
"Umm, big brother, have you found any clues to expand your worldview?" Zhuge Ning looked at Ma Yunyang and took the opportunity to change the subject.
"Oh? Oh, yes, there is. There's someone named Yu Wenhuaji who wrote 'The Chronicles of Zhongzhou'..."
"Oops, I'm still Yǔwén Chengdū." Zhuge Ning is interrupted by Ma Yunyang without any memory, and Zhuge Ning shuts up with a slap from Ma Yunyang.
"......He wrote that the world is vast and boundless, and although he hasn't traveled everywhere, he knows that it is divided into five continents: East, West, South, North, and Central. And we are in Nanli, which is in the Central Continent," argued Ma Yunyang.
"Nanli, Nanli, 'Southern Brightness Departing from Fire,' why is it located in the central region?" questioned Huangpu Xin.
"Ma Yunyang scratched his head and said, 'Ah, I don't know, it's not mentioned above.' 'Forget it, you continue.'"
"…In the Central Continent, there are three kingdoms with vast territories: the Red Sun in the east, the Golden Dragon in the west, and the Nanli in the south," Ma Yunyang explained.
"But wasn't it said that the western region was the Western Barbarian City-State? How did it become the Golden Dragon Kingdom?" Chenhao noticed something was amiss.
"It's like this, look at the map in this book. The three kingdoms of Chixia, Jinlong, and Nanli roughly form an inverted triangle, composing the Central Continent. The Western and Southern barbarian countries are sandwiched in the Dragon Scale Desert between Nanli, Jinlong, Western Continent, and Southern Continent, which can be considered a no-man's land. The book says that various ethnic groups attack each other, engage in chaotic warfare, and the division of power is also in chaos."
The crowd nodded, finally understanding where they were. Seeing no objections, Ma Yunyang continued, "And Kunyu City Cui Cui also mentioned that it is in the south, in reality, Nanli is divided into nine paths, sixteen states, and thirty-two cities."
"Wow, such a big country only has thirty-two cities? And these cities don't seem very big either..." Curious Baby Zhuge Ning interrupted.
Bo Ma Yunyang was speechless: "Of course, the meaning of these nine regions, sixteen states, and thirty-two cities is that each of the nine regions has sixteen states, and each state has thirty-two cities, totaling more than four thousand cities."
"And there's one more thing," Huangpu Xin pointed at the lightsaber in his hand and continued, "You may not have noticed, but since we entered the city, no one has had the energy on this sword, except for the one behind that arrogant young master."
"What do you mean?" Zhuge Ning asked.
"…What I mean is, this weapon was given to that warrior by the so-called 'Immortal Leader.' So, wouldn't someone who possesses similar energy to this weapon be a cultivator?"
"Oh, but none of us have the ability to sense energy or anything like that..." Zhuge Ning lamented.
"I have it. And the point is not here. The point is, there are almost no scattered cultivators like in novels within this city. Or maybe they have all hidden themselves." Huangpu Xin concluded, "And this situation usually means that a more powerful force controls this place. The four major families are balancing each other, so only the court, or an organization with comparable power to the court, is managing this area, maintaining the fragile balance between cultivators, martial artists, and ordinary people."
Refuting Ma Yunyang nodded, "Yes, there is indeed a transcendent organization called the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance."
"Ugh, this name has too many flaws to even start pointing them out." Zhuge Ning grimaced, unable to express his criticisms.
"Take it easy, don't hold it in," someone handed him a glass of water. "Oh, thank you," Zhuge Ning realized there were still good people around... Just as he was thinking this, Ma Yunyang suddenly smacked the glass to the ground, turning him into a soaked chicken.
"Let you interrupt me again," Ma Yunyang glared at him, "The Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance exists in the five major continents, specifically responsible for the affairs of cultivators, and it is forbidden to casually display spells or even aura within the city."
"So domineering..." Chenhao felt that this organization was not easy to get along with.
"They have the capital to be overbearing. The Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance claims to be a gathering of ten thousand immortals, but in reality, it is formed by three major sects: Taihua, Xianji, and Lingjian. Taihua is composed of five major sects, Lingjian is formed by several artifact sects, and Xianji is a mix of Buddhism and Daoism. The reason these three major sects are so powerful is actually very simple: they have a strong fist, and their sect leaders are all at the Nascent Soul stage."
A trembling hand raised up, "But we still don't know what level this is..." Zhuge Ning asked the core question.
Chenhao stopped Ma Yunyang's hand at the right moment, leaving Ma Yunyang confused: "I wasn't trying to hit him, I just wanted to ask a good question."
Chenhao: "..."
"Cough, it seems that there are no secrets about cultivation here. The specific realms are all in the books.
Nine Realms of Body Refinement:"
The day after tomorrow (Six Realms): Smoothing the skin, relaxing the tendons, refining the bones, opening the meridians, connecting the apertures, tempering the body.
Pre-natal (Three Realms): Reversal of qi, consolidation of essence, no leakage.
Refining qi Six Realms:
Mortal (Three Realms): Refining Qi, Foundation Building, Divine Body
Immortal (Three Realms): Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Divine Transformation, Great Vehicle, Feather Transformation, Void Breaking
Refining the body and refining qi coexist, each with its own strengths and weaknesses. The first six stages of refining the body correspond to the first three stages of refining qi. After Ma Yunyang briefly explained, everyone understood the specific meaning of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.
"Since they can correspond, why do I feel that the energy in the bodies of martial artists and cultivators is different?" Huangpu Xin pointed strangely at Cui Cui.
Ma Yunyang refuted, "It is indeed mentioned here, it's like a complete encyclopedia. It is said that the vast majority of martial cultivators have no innate talent for cultivation, and they are forced to cultivate martial arts. However, martial cultivators cannot absorb spiritual energy, so they can only use special methods to refine the natural energy of the heavens and the earth into their bodies, transforming it into true energy, which is different from spiritual energy."
"Oh, then why can the three realms of cultivators correspond to the six realms of martial cultivators?" Huangpu Xin asked.
"This was not mentioned. I think it's probably because the early stage of martial arts training is not good enough, after all, how can martial arts practitioners compete with immortal cultivators..." refuted Ma Yunyang's speculation.
"That's true..."
Just as everyone was digesting these settings... oh no, the information, there was a commotion downstairs.
Huangpu Xin had a thought, and a mechanism on the table turned, projecting the scene downstairs onto the wall.
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