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Thunder Sound City was the most prosperous city that Zuo Dao had ever seen. Although he had only visited four or five cities so far, that did not hinder his judgment. The towering city walls, hundreds of feet high, could only be crossed by cultivators who had reached a certain level; for ordinary cultivators, they represented an insurmountable barrier.
The streets within the city were bustling with cultivators, some traveling in small groups while others wandered alone, exploring the shops. Each shop had one or several cultivators outside, welcoming and guiding customers inside. The levels of these cultivators ranged from Qi Training to Golden Core, reflecting the strength of the shops.
A group of ten walked down the street. Although they had restrained their power, they still exuded an extraordinary presence that set them apart at first glance. This was due to their refined demeanor; the cultivation method imparted by Zuo Dao brought them closer to the Dao, naturally radiating an impressive aura.
If only one such cultivator appeared, it might not attract much attention, but seeing ten at once was enough to make people take notice. Those in the know recognized Zuo Dao at first sight, and soon more people became aware of their identities.
The entire street quickly fell into silence. Just as an uninformed cultivator was about to speak up, someone nearby hushed them with a whisper: “If you want to die, keep your distance and don’t drag us down. That person is the Killer God.”
“Killer God? Who is the Killer God?” The cultivator was still trying to process this information.
“Rebel Against the Dao.”
Upon hearing those three words, the cultivator fully awakened to the situation.
“Thanks, brother! From now on, you’re my brother.”
“All good, all good.”
Zuo Dao found it strange that the lively street had suddenly turned silent. He turned back to look at Second Ancestor and Seven Disciples with a questioning gaze, only to be met with disdainful looks in return.
“What do you mean by that?” Zuo Dao was quite displeased and felt it necessary to educate these people politically.
“Sir, we mean nothing,” Feng Yikong replied knowingly. He understood what Zuo Dao wanted to ask but found it amusing to see him flustered and feigned ignorance.
“Nothing? Then why are you looking at me like that? Did I deceive you? Or trick you?”
“You’re not wrong; it seems we’ve all been deceived and tricked into following you!” Do Not Delay bluntly stated without a hint of tact.
"Cough, cough, cough, let's put this question aside for now." Zuo Dao felt a slight flush on his face; the changes in this world were truly rapid.
As he walked along, the attitude of the cultivators on the street and the shopkeepers towards him was marked by deep respect. As long as he made a purchase, not only did he receive discounts, but also gifts, which made other cultivators envious. Why was it that their treatment was so different?
Perhaps Zuo Dao had figured out the reason behind it. After asking for the location of the city lord's mansion, he hurriedly dragged Nine People away, much to the amusement of Second Ancestor and Seven Disciples.
The sole purpose of going to the city lord's mansion was for Thunderstone. Zuo Dao discovered that the quality of Thunderstone circulating in the market was subpar; even the highest grade available did not meet his standards. After some inquiries, he learned that all high-quality Thunderstone was under the control of Nian Leiyin.
The top-tier Thunderstone could significantly enhance a cultivator's physical strength and had a certain chance of producing lightning attributes. This news was excellent for Zuo Dao; although he couldn't improve his own strength in a short time, he had nine talented cultivators at his disposal. Elevating their abilities would indirectly boost his own power.
Zuo Dao never believed he could single-handedly cover everything nor did he think he could be invincible alone. Even the mightiest heroes faced defeat; children needed nurturing, and so did subordinates. He glanced at Second Ancestor and Seven Disciples and sighed—he had a tiring life ahead.
In truth, the meaning behind Drunken Old Man's words was clear: one should not engage in great conflicts with mere brute force. Master Zuo Dao understood this well; otherwise, he wouldn't have accepted the Wudao Order or agreed to travel with his senior brothers.
Thunderstone had to be acquired; it concerned the strength of many people. Once it was tied to his interests, Zuo Dao would have no reservations. The ironclad rule of cultivation was summed up in one word: competition.
Nian Leiyin could not possibly be unaware that Zuo Dao was heading her way. At this moment, the mansion gate swung open wide, and two teams of Guardians stood like mountains on either side. Nian Leiyin stood before the Mansion Gate with a veil draped over her face, waiting for Zuo Dao's arrival, flanked by two elderly men who resembled decayed wood.
The opening of the city lord's mansion shocked all surrounding cultivators, while Nian Leiyin's appearance threw them into disarray. What day was it? Even the rumored city lord appeared in public? It seemed she was waiting for someone. Was the city lord really a woman?
There were feelings of confusion, amazement, excitement, and indifference.
Nian Leiyin appeared oblivious to her surroundings, standing silently as she knew that on the other side of Mansion Gate, a young man was leading a group toward her.
Zuo Dao noticed the commotion at the city lord's mansion as well. His powerful Divine Sense swept through; he could tell even the fine hairs on Nian Leiyin's face clearly. However, our Daozi wasn't that bored. He found it interesting to observe the two elderly men standing behind that Female Cultivator.
When the surrounding cultivators recognized Zuo Dao and his group, everything clicked into place for them. Those who had speculated revealed expressions of "I knew it."
Only he could prompt the master of Thunder Sound Manor to welcome him in such a manner.
"Hi, Master Nian!" Zuo Dao greeted with a bright smile, his youthful face radiating sunshine. The lightness in his words was palpable. Nian Leiyin instinctively responded.
"Hi."
As soon as the words left her lips, she felt something was off. Her face flushed, but thankfully, the light veil she wore spared her from embarrassment. The two elderly men behind her noticed the situation and subtly shifted their hands within their sleeves.
Qu Ru Ge observed this scene with keen interest, his eyes twitching slightly. Indeed, the young master had a wicked sense of humor. However, it seemed that this was his own "Light Melody, Gentle Smile." He had only experienced it once himself, and yet Zuo Dao could wield it so effortlessly. But upon reflection, it made sense; Zuo Dao's "Dreams of the Tang Dynasty" was undoubtedly far superior to this.
Nian Leiyin couldn't recall how many years it had been since she felt this way; the last time was probably when her master was still alive. Back then, every smile and frown of hers would evoke a reaction from her master, an unintentional expression or gesture that would resonate with her.
It wasn't until she grew up and gained some strength that she understood what that feeling was—presence.
"Hi there, beautiful! Sorry to interrupt."
She couldn't comprehend how this young man could be the so-called Killer God or Rebel Against the Dao. It completely shattered her preconceived notions.
"Master above, please take this Monster before me as your disciple!"
Nian Leiyin couldn't help but let out a low groan in her heart.
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