diymy Chapter 458 Tianyuan City
Chapter 458 Tianyuan City
Tianyuan City was much larger than Lin Chen had imagined.
The streets stretched as far as the eye could see, wide enough for several horse-drawn carriages to run side by side.
The buildings on both sides are lined up one after another, varying in height, including wooden pavilions, stone palaces, and towers inlaid with sacred stones.
The materials used are rare spiritual wood found only in the Great Evolution, and the floor tiles are made of the finest lapis lazuli.
Stepping on it, spiritual energy rises from the soles of your feet, seeps into your skin, and makes you feel completely comfortable.
The streets were packed with people.
Various clothes, accents, and skin colors were mixed together, chattering away in a chaotic mess.
Some were dressed in magnificent brocade robes, followed by a large group of servants, fawning over them.
Some were dressed in coarse cloth, carrying loads on their shoulders and hawking their wares along the street, each one louder than the last.
Some rode mythical beasts, some rode in carriages, and some flew through the air; the scene was bustling and lively both in the sky and on the ground.
Lin Chen scanned the area with his divine sense and got a general idea of what was going on.
Land-based immortals roam everywhere, while celestial beings are no better than dogs.
On this single street, he sensed no fewer than twenty terrestrial deities and nearly a hundred celestial beings.
There were also several other auras, subtle and profound, lurking in various corners of the city, at least at the level of celestial beings.
Some were drinking in restaurants, some were cultivating in secret rooms, and some were mingling in the crowd, just like ordinary people.
The number one city in Central China truly lives up to its name.
Blue Phoenix stepped down from the teleportation array, her silver ornaments jingling.
She stood beside Lin Chen, glanced up at the crack for two seconds, then looked away, gazing at the bustling street and sighing:
"Just as recorded."
Lin Chen glanced at her: "What records?"
"The biographies of the Temple's ancestors." Blue Phoenix's voice was slightly ethereal.
Our ancestors originally traveled across the ocean to the Eastern Regions.
The biography states that Nanzhao was not originally an indigenous people of the Eastern Regions, but rather a refugee who fled from the Central Plains.
Many people died in that escape, and two of the ten ships reached the Eastern Regions.
My ancestor wrote a sentence at the end of his biography: "Though the Eastern Regions are at peace, they are not my home. Though the Central Plains are in danger, they are my roots."
Lin Chen didn't speak, but gently squeezed Lan Fenghuang's hand.
"Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised you."
Lan Fenghuang looked up at Lin Chen, her lips curving slightly, but she didn't say anything.
Just then, an elderly man with white hair walked out from the crowd, his steps neither fast nor slow.
He wore a gray robe, had a thin face, and a beard that reached his chest. He exuded a restrained aura and looked like an ordinary old man.
But when he walked up to Lin Chen, the people of Tianyuan City around him automatically made way for him.
"Young Master Lin." The old man bowed respectfully, his voice neither hurried nor slow.
"I have come to greet you on the orders of the city lord. The city lord has prepared a banquet in his mansion. Please come in."
Lin Chen frowned slightly: "How did the city lord know I was here?"
The old man smiled slightly: "Young Master Lin's name is known to everyone in Zhongzhou. The news had already reached the City Lord's Mansion as soon as the teleportation array lit up."
Lin Chen raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that the news in Zhongzhou spread even faster than the Bad Guards.
Lin Chen looked up at the crack again.
The dark red light still lingered, like a half-closed eye, overlooking the city, the land, and the world.
After looking at it for two seconds, Lin Chen looked away and said calmly, "Let's go."
After saying that, he took a step forward.
Lan Fenghuang and Yao Yao followed side by side, Shi Shi followed behind the two, and Mei Jiu Niang walked at the very back.
The white-haired old man led the way, his pace neither too fast nor too slow, just in time for Lin Chen to follow.
Lingbo walked beside Meijiuniang, her white robes fluttering, her face expressionless.
But her gaze occasionally swept over the dark corners of the street, as if she were looking at something, or as if she wasn't looking at anything at all.
The City Lord's Mansion is located in the very center of Tianyuan City.
It's not the most luxurious building, but it definitely has the largest floor area.
The main gate alone is nine zhang wide, and the two black Qilin statues at the entrance are made of black jade, a specialty of Zhongzhou.
Its entire body was pitch black, and its eyes were inlaid with top-grade spiritual jade, which glowed faintly under the dark red skylight.
The courtyard is even more luxurious, with artificial mountains made of spirit mineral raw stones; just one piece could feed an ordinary person for a lifetime.
The pond doesn't house koi, but rather second-tier spirit beasts called Azure Wave Carp, each possessing the cultivation level of a Grandmaster.
The scales shimmered silver in the moonlight, leaving long trails as it swam, and spiritual energy rippled outwards in concentric circles.
Every three steps along both sides of the corridor stood a maid, all of them quite beautiful, dressed in uniform blue dresses, heads bowed and eyes downcast, barely daring to breathe.
Lin Chen walked down the corridor with his hands in his sleeves, looking around as if he were strolling in a park.
"Your city lord is quite wealthy," he said to the old man leading the way.
The old man smiled slightly: "Tianyuan City has been established for tens of thousands of years and has gone through dozens of city lords. It still has some resources."
Tens of thousands of years later, Lin Chen thought to himself: It seems that it has experienced several major catastrophes, no wonder!
As they were talking, they arrived at the main hall.
Above the door hangs a plaque with the four characters "武道昌隆" (Martial Arts Prosperity), written in a vigorous and powerful style, clearly the work of a famous calligrapher.
The old man stepped aside and made a "please" gesture.
Lin Chen stepped inside; the main hall was larger than he had imagined.
It's not the kind of nouveau riche extravagance, but the kind of heritage accumulated over tens of thousands of years.
The calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, the porcelain in the corner, and the incense burner on the table—everything is a fine item, yet nothing is ostentatious.
But an expert can see its value at a glance.
Two people were already seated in the main hall.
An elderly man sat in the main seat. His hair and beard were white, his face was ruddy, and he wore a moon-white robe, holding a cup of tea in his hand.
Peak Celestial Immortal!
Lin Chen sensed it as soon as he entered. His aura was restrained, but the sense of suppression from that level was undeniable.
This is Zhang Yiyuan, the city lord of Tianyuan City.
The old monster who only emerged from seclusion after the sky cracked.
Standing next to him was a middle-aged man, around forty years old, with a fair complexion and no beard. He wore a dark blue brocade robe, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist. He was very polite and his cultivation level was at the peak of the terrestrial immortal realm.
Wu Huan, the deputy city lord, is Zhang Yiyuan's apprentice and usually manages the city's affairs.
When Lin Chen entered, Zhang Yiyuan put down his teacup and stood up.
"Young Master Lin, it's an honor to meet you." Zhang Yiyuan said with a smile, cupping his hands in greeting, his voice booming.
"I am Zhang Yiyuan, the lord of Tianyuan City. I have long admired your name, young master. It is my great honor to meet you today."
Lin Chen returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "Lord Zhang, you are too kind. I am a newcomer and apologize for disturbing you."
"No problem, no problem." Zhang Yiyuan waved his hand with a smile and stepped aside to lead the way to the guest seats.
"Please take a seat, young master."