He ran to the old man who had a stall, using a magical item that wasn't very precious in exchange for a Netherworld Currency, the ticket to enter the city.
Then he made sure to prepare for every contingency.
If anything went wrong, he'd escape using a secret technique. Over the past two days, those trying to forcibly break through the city gates hadn't succeeded, but many had escaped; the two fierce ghost guards only stayed outside the gates, seemingly having a specific range of activity.
The crowd ford a circle in the distance, eagerly watching the commotion at the city gates. They saw the man with the ticket quickly approach the two guards, and after handing over his ticket, the guards surprisingly didn't attack; they let him joyfully walk in!
Seeing this, everyone was envious.
Everyone knew there were treasures inside the city; entering a minute earlier or later could an a world of difference. Opportunities wouldn't wait in place for anyone.
With the first entry.
Soon, the second and third followed, and the old man's business thrived, keeping him extrely busy. Most people used magical items to exchange for entrance tickets, even Baiyu couldn't resist.
Indeed, he had many unused magical items on him.
For example, the Soaring Eagle Gloves that Cang Yan once made, but now they couldn't keep up with his combat strength and had been collecting dust in the scholar's space. Baiyu took them out and easily exchanged them for an entry ticket.
This old man didn't mind the quality of magical items; any magical item could be exchanged for a ticket at his stall.
He seed to refuse no one.
Baiyu kept a watchful eye, specifically observing the old man, discovering that he appeared to have no other motives, rely selling items. Now he understood that people like him diving headfirst into this Blessed Land were re rookies.
There was not just one Blessed Land in the world.
Moreover, large organizations would have more records related to Blessed Lands, there must be people proficient in the various intricacies of these lands.
This old man clearly was an expert.
Baiyu took the Netherworld Currency, but the mont he touched it, an extrely faint and almost undetectable Yin Qi began to surge from his palm, attempting to infiltrate his body.
This Netherworld Currency indeed had sothing done to it.
He secretly murmured to himself, a crack quietly opened in his right palm, a bright red tongue erged, instantly devouring the wisp of chilling energy completely.
Then.
His facial expression remained unchanged, and like everyone else, he quickly left the old man's stall, heading to the city gate.
With this "ticket", he smoothly entered the city.
...
Inside the city was truly like those ancient cities; the ground was paved with a main road made of bluestone bricks. On both sides were facade shops, so rchants had opened their in-store stalls onto the street, with a bustling flow of people coming and going continuously, making it appear very lively.
Those like Baiyu, wearing modern clothing, felt a bit out of place within.
Surrounding people seed to not notice any anomalies, even Baiyu and his group entering en masse didn't cause any disturbance. There were quite a few people in this city; the street was busy with people coming and going, soon Baiyu spotted a crowd of explorers like him.
This group amounted to seven or eight people, seated at a dumpling shop, their gazes glowing. Each person's muscles were tense, appearing to be on guard against fellow entrants into the Blessed Land.
Their gazes were simultaneously fixated on the center of the dumpling shop, where a Lucky Cat was placed, from which a strong Spiritual Qi emanated, keeping all those seated here invigorated.
The Spiritual Qi here.
It was several tis richer than in other parts of the Blessed Land, all because of the Lucky Cat sculpture. At this mont, everyone sitting at this dumpling shop's table had their attention focused on this Lucky Cat.
"Here you go, fresh large servings of dumplings. This custor, this is yours."
The shop owner was a hefty fat man, weighing at least over two hundred pounds at first glance.
He carried a large beer belly, a rag thrown over his shoulder, sweat pouring down like rain due to the stove below the cooking pot.
He placed the stead dumplings in front of one person.
These cultivators completely disregarded the shop owner, sitting there solely for the Spirit Qi-laden Lucky Cat; the only reason they hadn't yet acted was fearing the others present would intervene.
Not one of them considered the actual owner of the Lucky Cat.
To them,
It was ownerless and a heavenly treasure, whoever could grab it would claim it.
However, the person glanced at the steaming dumplings, not daring to eat anything in such a ghostly place. But after one look, their face turned utterly pale, drained of blood, as if they had seen sothing terrifying.
Yet the others didn't know what they saw, nor did anyone else pay attention to their situation, apart from the idle Baiyu.
Their focus remained mostly on the Spirit Qi-laden Lucky Cat, clearly an extraordinary heavenly treasure!
But.
Minutes later, that owner served another bowl of dumplings, handing it to another cultivator.
And this cultivator's face instantly turned deathly pale.
Baiyu noticed this change acutely, watching the dumpling bowl intently but, due to the angle, he couldn't see inside the bowl.
Next.
The owner continued cooking dumplings, one bowl after another served to the custors. Each ti a bowl of dumplings reached a custor, their face would imdiately turn deathly pale. This unusual change finally caught everyone's attention.
Baiyu noticed.
Those in front of dumplings seed as if immobilized by a Body-Stabilizing Technique, unable to move, while beads of sweat fell from their foreheads, their chests drumming like drums, rising and falling continuously.
At this point, everyone's attention finally shifted from the Lucky Cat to the owner.
Finally.
The bowl of dumplings reached Baiyu's side; Baiyu glanced down, finding the entire bowl emitted overly rich Yin Qi, containing bloody organs - heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and Baiyu even fished out two eyeballs from this bowl.
These eyeballs incessantly blinked, as if still alive.
Those organs leapt continuously.
Extrely eerie.
Baiyu felt sowhat nauseous, yet Yin Qi from the bowl constantly spread, instantaneously enveloping his body, making movent difficult.
"Eat, eat, eat."
At this mont.
The owner wore a broad smile, a profoundly hypnotic voice sounded in everyone's ears.
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