Chapter 84

Chapter 84 - Master, Is That a Brothel?

Guo Fan looked at the tall and great city wall.

Night's Fall Sword City derived its name from one of the Myriad Sword Formations capable of challenging warriors in the Physical Integration Period. Additionally, the city's wall was uniquely fashioned like a sharp sword. When observed from a distance, it resonated with the sword Qi concealed in the sheaths of the vigilant city guards, creating an imposing spectacle that extended into the heavens.

Gazing from a distance, it seemed as if countless swords were directed towards the sky, leaving onlookers astounded and effectively achieving their goal of intimidating lesser opponents.

Guo Fan produced an Azure Yang Sword, classified as a blue-grade weapon, from his sleeve. He intended to blend in with the crowd, masquerading as a newcomer attending the Tide-watching Sword-listening Conference.

Although the Flying Star Sword was essentially in disrepair, its unique materials allowed it to harness starlight, providing Guo Fan with a plausible pretext to seek assistance in its restoration from the City Lord Mansion.

This new weapon, like the paper puppet he had previously used, was acquired from the Crocodile Demon Lagoon.

Thanks to Gu Min's assurance, Guo Fan obtained a portion of the Crocodile Demon Lagoon through the underground passage at Frost River Manor.

The remaining three-quarters were divided, with Gu Chao and Gu Yaling each receiving a share.

Gu Chao, despite his youthful appearance, now served as Guo Fan's apprentice, and as such, his possessions were entrusted to Guo Fan.

Guo Fan would have received all of Gu Yaling's possessions had he not declined her offer, but she insisted on selecting some items to present to him, wearing a joyful expression.

Despite this, she meticulously chose a few items to gift to Guo Fan, clearly delighted.

Guo Fan's way of reciprocating involved offering her cultivation techniques, defensive spells, assurances, and a tender kiss.

In any case, Guo Fan had emptied the entirety of Frost River Manor's hidden treasures.

“This time, it wasn't solely my player's intuition at play. Luck and a bit of cunning played a significant role,” Guo Fan admitted.

Guo Fan thought in his heart.

Nonetheless, the Tide-watching Sword-listening Conference also doubled as an exemplary instance dungeon...

The Tidal View represented the Heavenly River's majestic sight, originating from the Ice-Crowned Heights in the southwest of the Middle Continent and flowing into the Heavenly River in the southeast of the Springly Forest.

Every decade, usually in May or June, an enormous tidal wave surged from the Springly Forest, colliding with the melting ice and snow of the Ice-Crowned Heights, creating a breathtaking spectacle.

Sword Pavilion's “Listening to the Sword” event featured the melodious chimes of newly forged swords, occurring every ten years. It served as a means to assess both the quality of Sword Pavilion's new blades and the skill of the swordsmiths.

However, there was yet another significant event on the horizon: the “Ming Sword Conference” for the next generation of Immortal Dao practitioners.

Sword Pavilion extended an invitation to all cultivators under the age of 20 to partake in this competition. The victor would earn the privilege of claiming one of their newly crafted swords.

This is a PVP instance dungeon for a player.

Although he wasn't particularly interested in the loot and rewards from this instance dungeon, he saw an opportunity to search for the remaining three essential items needed to hatch the Black-Eyed Wonder Beast.

Guo Fan pulled Gu Chao and prepared to leave.

“Crack crack...”

A messy sound of horse hooves could be heard suddenly.

Guo Fan glanced to his side and noticed a procession of individuals approaching from the city gate behind him. Both the Immortal cultivators and the mortals standing nearby quickly made way for them.

Leading the group were not horses, but a pair of peculiar Beasts.

These Beasts sported white fur, possessed striking vertical golden pupils, bore two twisted horns atop their foreheads, and had barbs protruding from the back of their hooves. Their appearance exuded ferocity and dominance, yet they were under restraint from their reins.

The Strange Beasts were tasked with pulling a remarkably opulent horse-drawn carriage of intricate design. The carriage's frame was sizable, crafted from sandalwood adorned with intricate ornamental motifs. The corners were adorned with precious gems, while a delicate, plush blanket adorned the front of the carriage.

The person at the reins was a youthful girl who appeared to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. She possessed a captivating, svelte figure and wore a bright smile on her fair countenance. Her eyes seemed to convey a world of emotions.

One of the guards promptly approached and inquired.

“May I inquire if this is the caravan associated with the Profound Yin Family?”

Guo Fan halted in his tracks and gazed at the periphery of the carriage with a bewildered expression. There, he discerned a distinct engraving of half a Yin Yang Fish on the carriage's axle.

Damn! It truly is the Profound Yin Family!

Guo Fan was on the verge of uttering a curse aloud.

Instinctively, he stepped back, pausing briefly to lean against a wall and collect his thoughts.

“Phew... Maintain composure. There's no need to panic prematurely. What if it's not them?”

Guo Fan endeavored to reassure himself.

The young lady steering the carriage retrieved a token and presented it. “We are from the Profound Yin Family, and we have an appointment with the City Lord.”

The guard accepted the token and replied, “Certainly, please follow this way.”

He turned around and rebuked the curious onlookers among the cultivators and mortals. The other guards intuitively cleared a path for their passage.

Guo Fan took a deep breath and blended into the crowd, wanting to leave.

“Cough cough...”

A light cough came from the carriage, followed by a pale and slender hand lifting the curtain.

“Wait.”

The girl's voice was clear and soft, carrying a trace of weakness.