This derisive laughter wasn’t concealed much.
Many people heard it.
All at once, many lower-rank cultivators blushed with shame, wishing they could hide in a crack in the ground.
Luo Chen shook his head, slowly raising his right hand.
"Lift your heads, puff out your chests."
"We enter the city!"
Whoosh!
A synchronized sound rose, and Luo Tian Creed cultivators all lifted their heads and chests, their gazes following Luo Chen’s figure.
Min Longyu came to his senses, awoken from his nostalgic immersion in his old territory.
He couldn’t help but take a deep look at Luo Chen.
In that moment, he seemed to feel a surge of heroic spirit, erupting fiercely!
The previously stationary Sky Hawk flying boat began to move slowly.
The reaction of the two other flying boats behind was a bit slow, but they quickly caught up.
Overlapping high and low peaks, they faced the gazes of many cultivators.
The three flying boats finally came to a gradual stop outside of a broad moat protecting the city.
...
"Extinguish the spirit, disembark."
"Flying is prohibited within Tianlan City."
"Foreign cultivators, take a look at the notice board and don’t barge ahead without thinking. Losing face is a small matter, but don’t blame old Xu for not warning you if you lose your life!"
Before the moat.
A huge drawbridge hangs over the wide river surface.
An elderly man dressed in a snow-white gown, spoke loudly.
It seemed he wasn’t targeting anyone, but all the cultivators coming and going nearby couldn’t help but turn their eyes to the three flying boats in mid-air.
"So dirty, how long has it been since it’s been cleaned."
"Tsk tsk, the one in the lead, I’m afraid it’s going to fall apart!"
"Just look, it hasn’t been well maintained, this flying boat, I’m afraid it’s wasted!"
"Where did these people come from?"
"I don’t know, I don’t recognize any of them, they must have fled from some poor, remote place!"
Luo Chen’s sharp perception allowed him to hear all these whispers.
His face looked a little nonplussed.
He waved his hand.
The Sky Hawk flying boat slowly descended.
But before it could land, that aged yet vigorous voice roared again.
"Where are you stopping, where are you stopping!"
In mid-air, the three flying boats came to a halt.
Duan Feng, who was responsible for controlling the flying boat, and others, turned red with embarrassment.
There was so much open space here, what was wrong with stopping for a while?
"Calm down, we are strangers here, we have to follow local customs."
Luo Chen sent a message to calm them down.
Duan Feng and others couldn’t help but nod.
"If you park haphazardly, be careful, you will be fined!"
"Lil Liu, come and guide them to the mooring!"
Soon, as old Xu’s words fell.
A youth, looking like a thin monkey, who had been on standby nearby, flew to the front of the flying boat like a shooting star.
Luo Chen first looked at where he had stood before.
A few other cultivators, disappointed, scolded as they dispersed.
Even this task of mooring was contested over?
In his doubts, the young man bowed to Luo Chen, who was standing at the bow of the boat, in quite a comical way.
"The younger generation calls me Xu Xiao Liu, everyone calls me Lil Liu, or Thin Monkey. Elder, you may call me whatever you like."
Also surnamed Xu?
Luo Chen nodded, "Lil Liu, where should we park the boat?"
"Come, just follow me!"
Lil Liu grinned, stepped on a lotus-like incense plate, and flew ahead enthusiastically.
From time to time, he tried to ingratiating himself with Luo Chen, chasing after him.
On the flying boat.
Sima Huiniang had already positioned herself behind Luo Chen.
Her gaze fixed, watching Lil Liu’s back.
"Ninth Level Qi Refinement?"
Min Longyu chuckled lightly, "President, are you wondering why such a distinguished Ninth Level Qi Refinement Expert is doing such a menial task?"
Sima Huiniang nodded, her face full of confusion.
Even saying, there was an unacceptable sense of discrepancy.
Whether in the Great River district or the Taishan district.
Ninth Level Qi Refinement Cultivators were already considered masters.
If they joined a gang, they would at least start as administrators.
In Immortal Cultivation Clans, most of them are elders.
Even if they were rogue cultivators, they would be treated with respect wherever they went.
But in Tian Lan Immortal City, the deference displayed by Lil Liu was hard for her, or for many Luo Tian Creed cultivators, to accept.
"Because this is Tian Lan Immortal City!"
"A city reputed to have as many cultivators as clouds, Qi Refinement as plentiful as rain. True cultivators of the Foundation Establishment stage are ubiquitous, and Golden Core Ascendant Masters can often be seen."
"A mere Ninth Level Qi Refinement can certainly not be called a master."
Hearing Min Longyu’s explanation, Sima Huiniang shook her head.
Even recognizing this larger context, still felt a bit bewildered.
"Moreover, the location of the Immortal City is often at an absolute transportation hub, playing the role of linking various Great Sects."
"In places like this, there are fights and killings, but more emphasis is placed on resource exchange and business transactions."
"Qi Refinement Cultivators’ range of involvement is indeed too narrow."
"Without background, rogue cultivators have a hard time making progress. Just any little job will have rogue cultivators fighting over it."
"It can be said that the competition is even fiercer than in small markets, even than the internal struggles within sects."
"Those who feel they have no talent are better off leaving Tian Lan Immortal City and going to other rural and remote areas to seek their fortune. Just like me!"
Min Longyu said leisurely.
The words were not veiled but spoken brazenly.
These words were not only for Sima Huiniang, but also for all Luo Tian Creed Cultivators.
Luo Chen glanced at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Was this an opportunity to show loyalty?
With these words, he was knocking some of the weak-willed ones in the team.
Even he, a person who has mastered the Array, declared himself to be "without talent".
One can imagine that the Luo Tian Creed cultivators who were at the Middle Stage of Qi Refinement, or at the seventh or eighth level, after hearing these words, must have been tense, made up their minds to stick to Luo Chen’s coattails.