The scenery within the city was prosperous and decadent, yet distinctly divided.
The disparity was evident everywhere, for mortals, and cultivators alike.
As the saying goes, high-level old n consud high-level sugar, high-level cultivators ate spirit sugar.
Most high-level cultivators of this era appeared to possess great elegance, most valuing the distinction between immortals and mortals.
This custom was even more prevalent on the Liang Song side. To distinguish themselves from mortals, cultivators here wished they could always float on clouds and ride cranes, even their daily als had to be sothing mortals couldn’t have.
They ate spirit rice, drank spirit water, and excreted spirit waste, and would even use spirit wood for wiping.
In short, it had to be done with style.
Although other places were not as extre as Bianjing city, the difference was not too substantial.
On the other hand, Lu Chen was sohow out of step with this era, seen by others as a bit of a lunatic.
She acted as she pleased, scheming against others like a rogue, selling cuteness like a child.
In any case, she did not seem like a sect leader.
She didn’t care about style, as long as the thod worked.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have thought up selling herself to bury her father, such a low-end yet effective tactic.
At this mont, Lu Chen was dressed in tattered clothing, her little face filthy, and her eyes red and swollen, indeed looking like she had just lost her father.
She sohow managed to procure an old donkey, she led the donkey, which pulled a cart, and on the cart lay a stiff Zhang Ze.
Before the rumor spread that the Liang Song royal family had control over the Human Emperor Banner, a few mysterious rchants suddenly appeared in Bianjing city trading in corpses.
Of course, these people claid to be performing good deeds, they didn’t purchase bodies, but rather they helped bury individuals for free. However, they did offer so wealth to the deceased’s relatives.
As for whether the person delivering the corpse was actually a relative of the deceased, they didn’t care.
According to Lu Chen’s intelligence, those corpses weren’t buried at all, but were secretly transported into the Imperial City.
Though unaware of the purpose of the two old monsters in Liang Song, or whether it was related to the Human Emperor Banner, Lu Chen didn’t care.
She only knew two things: first, she had absolute certainty of escaping with Zhang Ze if their cover was blown.
Second, using this thod to infiltrate the Imperial Palace and approach the Human Emperor Banner was definitely more effective than the foolish thod used by the idiot in the sky.
At this mont, an old man in white robes was sitting atop a Spiritual Ox in the sky, with cultivation indicating he had reached the stage of not needing to excrete spirit waste. Behind him floated over ten flying swords, each gleaming brightly.
This old man was one of the few Nascent Soul loose cultivators at this ti, rumored to be so Sword God or sothing, spouting grand principles up high.
Sothing about the Human Emperor Banner being the Human Race’s ultimate treasure, ant for everyone, and that he was venerable, so even if it wasn’t given to him to handle, at least he should see it.
And even ntioned that to prevent endless slaughter during the battle for this treasure of the Human Race, they should hold a Flag-Insertion Tournant to elect a virtuous holder...
In short, a lot of nonsense aning he wanted to touch the Human Emperor Banner.
As if in response to this old man’s call, several powerful presences rose from all over the city, proclaiming their existence to the Liang Song royal family.
But they in the Imperial City simply uttered one word.
"Scram!"
And then there was an abrupt silence. Just monts ago, Old Ascender who was full of talk about fostering kindness, unwilling to let living beings suffer, directly summoned his flying sword, slashing towards the Bianjing City Emperor below.
Viewing mortals as re ants.
The National Guardian Ancestor of Liang Song acted similarly, striking decisively and without apprehension, as though this place were not his own ho.
This sudden turn of events caught Lu Chen and Zhang Ze sowhat off guard, believing that the old man today was only voicing yet again.
It was said that this drama was not seen for the first ti. In previous days, the old man ca at the sa ti, reciting similar rhetoric, claiming to leave once he found it tedious.
His mount varied every day, yesterday it was a Spiritual Monkey, the day before a Spirit Pig.
No one expected that today a fight would break out, and with such severity, as if they wouldn’t rest until one of them perished.
But stranger yet were the citizens within Bianjing city.
With two cultivators dueling in the sky, it was predictable that Bianjing would descend into chaos.
Yet the chaos was distinctively divided.
Those dressed in lavish clothes scrambled to hide, either retreating into their ho’s cellar secret rooms or fleeing towards the city’s outskirts away from the battlefield.
However, those in ragged clothing mostly didn’t shy away.
Many still stood gazing with necks craned, so even attempted to catch the sword glint.
Appearing like those with a death wish.
Due to the congestion, Lu Chen faced an unexpected situation before her sell-the-father plan even began; she could only park the donkey cart in a corner by the roadside. Feigning like a real child, she tearfully cowered beside the old donkey.
There were two old monsters in the Imperial City, and only one acted currently, who knows where the other was lurking, so to ensure safety, Lu Chen did not reveal herself.
As for Zhang Ze...
Although still holding his breath, he slightly opened his eyes.
Because soone was pressing against his leg.
The person appeared to be a scholar but had clearly fallen from grace, wearing only tattered cloth despite it being late autumn now.
All his possessions totaled only to the jug of turbid wine he clutched.
Yet judging by his look, it seed like it was his first ti drinking wine.
Seeing the sky ablaze with sword lights shocked him initially, but soon a silly expression crossed his face, he loosened his hairbun, his hair scattered down as he sat on the donkey cart, his butt precisely pressed against Zhang Ze’s calf.
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