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"We’ll pay with Demon Cores," Yan Xiaobao said without hesitation and handed over a hundred beast cores.
Each room costs ten beast cores per day. They would need a few days to gather more information. They also needed a thod to earn Demon Coins, because although Yan Xiaobao had many beast cores, he wanted to save them to commorate their tal attack. Yet now, as he saw his stock rapidly depleting, he was compelled to reconsider.
Before receiving the two key stones, Hui Yue tossed one to Wang Julong, then nodded his head, signaling for the others to follow. As though they hadn’t noticed the tense silence inside the tavern, they all moved upstairs to locate their rooms.
While Yan Xiaobao and his companions wandered through the tavern, the mont their shadow vanished, the silence broke. Many rcenaries began whispering and asking questions. Had anyone heard of this new rcenary group in town? Why were they hiding their appearances so thoroughly? How had they managed to completely conceal their cultivation bases?
There were many questions raised, but it seed no one had any answers. Ultimately, a simple question lingered—who were they? The fact that they paid with Demon Cores ant they ca from the tunnels. Yet, no one had seen them before. Could they really be from the wasteland known as Cave’s End?
As these questions surfaced, it dawned on everyone that these four were not ordinary cultivators. The truth that they chose to pay with Demon Cores would soon spread like wildfire. These four cultivators had to be incredibly wealthy, but as long as their cultivation bases were hidden, no one dared to provoke them.
Although tempting, many rcenaries in the city, accustod to living dangerous lives, felt an instinctual warning to stay away from this newly arrived, mysterious group.
Within an hour of Hui Yue and his friends’ arrival, rumors swept through the entire city. And just as swiftly as the rumors erged, they would eventually die down once everyone was aware.
As Yan Xiaobao and Deng Wu sat in their room cultivating, Wang Julong and Sha Yun did the sa in theirs—resting and improving their cultivation—while the city outside gradually returned to its usual bustling cacophony.
In the quiet of the inn, Yan Xiaobao was unaware of the chaos their arrival had sparked within the city, leading every rcenary to speculate wildly about who these four companions truly were.
So theorized that the newcors were actually powerful young masters, venturing into the tunnels for the first ti to hunt. Others speculated that Yan Xiaobao and his entourage originated from Cave’s End, a trash heap that had sohow managed to produce cultivators with decent cultivation bases. Still, others suspected they were spies sent by the Dragon Clan.
Whoever they were, whatever they had done, they had beco the subject of much speculation. Even if unspoken, every rcenary in the city was constantly coming up with their own private theories.
"Did you sleep well?" Yan Xiaobao asked, looking at the three friends sitting before him. During their journey through the tunnels, none of them had managed to properly rest. Instead, they had used the ti to cultivate. Upon reaching the safety of their rooms, especially secure with the key stones, they had taken turns—each sleeping for half the night while the others cultivated. In this way, they managed to snatch a few much-needed hours of rest.
Though cultivation helped relax them and restore their physical energy, it wasn’t the sa as allowing their minds to fully rest and waking up feeling refreshed the next morning.
The four nodded simultaneously as they accepted the bowls of porridge Yan Xiaobao had brought up from the downstairs kitchen.
While eating, everyone remained quiet. Despite being trapped underground, living far from the surface in caves, strangely enough, sunlight still spilled through the windows. The bustling noise of the streets could be heard outside the inn.
Sitting together like this reminded all of them of their earlier years at the Royal Academy, and a wave of nostalgia swept through the group. Smiles tugged at their faces as happy mories surfaced in their minds.
"We’ll make it through this so-called Holy Dungeon," Yan Xiaobao said with a grin. "After we leave these underground cities, we’ll beco stronger. I’m sure the Rong twins will be as strong as we are. Rember how they were accepted into that inner division of the Royal Academy? We can’t slack off even a little, or we’ll get left behind."
As he said this, Yan Xiaobao’s eyes glimred with excitent. Seeing this, the others recognized the passion in his gaze, one that bordered on an obsession with cultivation.
"We need more information about this cave," Yan Xiaobao said as he took a spoonful of porridge, pleased to be eating sothing other than dried at. "We also need to acquire so Demon Coins," he continued, the loss of his beast cores weighing heavily on him.
Knowing Yan Xiaobao’s personality, his friends all nodded in agreent. Information and money were crucial for their survival in this new world. Fortunately, they had entered a town teeming with both.
The four friends donned black cloaks and descended the stairs, leaving Li behind to guard their rooms and so of their belongings.
As soon as the four appeared at the top of the stairs, the noise in the tavern instantly quieted. Every eye turned toward the cloaked figures, eager to glean hints of their origins or strength.
Yan Xiaobao had expected their appearance to attract attention; however, he had never anticipated it being so blatant.
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