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Stepping through the city gate and walking into the street, a lively and extraordinary picture of the market has bloomed in front of Wu Hui's eyes.

Most of the buildings in Yunyang City are mainly made of wood, and on both sides of the main road, there are teahouses, taverns, pawnshops, workshops, medical halls and other shops.

These arches and cornices, well-made buildings, are full of antique beauty, and compared with the ancient buildings of the earth in Wu Hui's memory, there is more of a sense of heaviness after years of tempering.

At the foot of the shops, there are also many stall vendors.

These vendors either use carts, wooden tables, or some simply use a piece of cowhide felt and spread it on the ground.

They sell more than the goods in their stores. Common items such as spirit runes, elixirs, utensils, and tools can be found here. In addition, there are all kinds of spiritual plants, spiritual fruits, antiques, snacks and pastries, etc., and the variety is dizzying.

In short, almost as long as you can take out something to sell for some money here, there will be people selling it, and as for the real and fake, it depends on your personal eyesight.

The streets are also full of pedestrians, including porters who are bent over by heavy burdens, laborers who deliver goods in animal carts, merchants in a hurry, and men and women who wander around......

With just one glance, you can clearly see the antiquity and richness of this Yunyang City, and its bustle is full of tranquility and peace.

It's just that Wu Hui is a little surprised, the population in this Yunyang City is actually very large, but among the dense crowd, there are very few immortal cultivators.

Isn't this a city famous for being dedicated to immortal cultivators?

As if seeing Wu Hui's doubts, the junior son of the Wang family hurriedly introduced from the side, "Young Master Wang Dong, do you think that there are not as many immortal cultivators here as you imagined?"

"That's the case, there are very few people with cultivation qualifications in our Great Yanzhou, and there may not be one among the thousands of people, and even fewer of those immortal cultivators with outstanding qualifications. In addition, these highly qualified immortal cultivators often retreat, and often do not go out for ten or eight years, or even decades. Even if it comes out by chance, it is a hasty purchase and disappears again. Therefore, in our Yunyang City, there are many fewer immortal cultivators than ordinary people. ”

"No wonder. Wu Hui replied casually.

When you think about it, it's true.

Immortal cultivators are like high-ranking nobles and pure-bloods in other civilizations, and they are at the top of the entire social chain. The whole civilization, along with all the races in the whole civilization, all serve their small handful of people.

Not to mention the upper-level immortal cultivators with outstanding qualifications, they are undoubtedly nobles among the nobles, and their number is even rarer.

You must know that in this Great Yanzhou, which has a population of hundreds of millions, the population with immortal cultivation qualifications is not even one percent, and like Wang Tian, the head of the Wang family, and other patriarchs of the immortal cultivation family, it is even more rare for upper-level immortal cultivators who can reach level 8 or even above level 9.

And these upper-level immortal cultivators naturally won't go out easily, even if there are materials that need to be purchased, they will be handed over to their servants.

This is also why Yunyang City is so big, and there are not many immortal cultivators who go all the way, and powerful immortal cultivators like Wu Hui who have reached the 6th level Yuan infancy stage are all rare masters outside the world.

However, there is no doubt that all the functions of this entire city are built to provide services for immortal cultivators, and many shop owners and men are also immortal cultivators, but their strength and talent are too low, and all they can do is to look at the shops for some big families and work part-time.

"Let's go inside. ”

Wu Hui greeted, shook his fan, and walked towards the city first.

The little third son hurriedly followed, introducing the attractions in the city and the unique characteristics of each shop along the way.

"This son, as soon as I saw you, I knew that you were an immortal cultivator with outstanding talents, how about it?

"Hey, you dare to take out a piece of ice and iron to show off? This son, look at my psychic grass, it definitely has 500 years of fire!"

"Authentic Five Elements Spirit Rune, Childe, take a look, it is definitely a must-have for home travel emergencies! Three spirit stones, buy ten, I'll give you two more!"

"Brother, brother, take a step to speak...... I have a bottle of top-grade Mitome Pill here, just one for you......"

As Wu Hui wandered along the way, more and more shopkeepers and vendors began to notice him.

Although these shopkeepers and vendors can't see Wu Hui's cultivation, he is low-key and introverted, with an extraordinary bearing, dressed in white clothes and paper fans, all of which are high-grade magic weapons, and at first glance he is a disciple of a cultivator from a big family.

For these vendors who don't open for a year, open for three years, and meet an immortal cultivator who goes out to buy, they can't wait to call each other's father, these sons and brothers who come out to play are definitely rich and big-money owners.

These sons are not only wealthy, but also usually shallow, as long as they can make a good fortune, let alone three years, even the profits of the next ten years, they can earn back.

No, those singers who were playing the piano in the green building also came out of the window after hearing the news, and called earnestly: "Childe, come up, the slave family will play a song for you." ”

"Childe, come and sit with the little girl, the little girl will not accept your spirit stone. ”

"Childe, the concubine is good, but we are the number one ...... in Yunyang City."

There are more and more begging voices, and they are becoming more and more explicit and direct, and even the little third son who followed Wu Hui is a little red-faced and at a loss.

A son-in-law from a family is definitely a sought-after item in Yunyang City, you must know that most of these vendors are ordinary people, or low-level immortal cultivators with low qualifications.

They basically have no hope on the road of cultivating immortals, compared to other immortal cultivators, their lifespan is only more than 100 years, and the longer ones are only 200 years.

Therefore, when you meet a big son like Wu Hui, as long as you can make a good profit, you can at least make your future life much more comfortable. And those singers don't want money and want to fall in love with Wu Hui, naturally they want to borrow Wu Hui to soar into the sky, even if they are taken back by Wu Hui and pampered for a few days, it is better than staying in the Qinglou for a lifetime.

"It's lively, it's just a little noisy. ”

Those items sold on the street naturally couldn't get into Wu Hui's eyes. Whether it is a spirit rune or an elixir, the spiritual power contained in it is pitiful. And those spiritual plants, spiritual objects and minerals, don't give money to Wu Hui, Wu Hui is very important in his hands. As for those singers, can they compare to his maids and concubines in the kingdom of God?

There is no way, who let Wu Hui be a god with a star lake? This thing sold in Yunyang City in Yanzhou naturally does not meet the standard that Wu Hui needs.

So Wu Hui deliberately turned cold, revealing the majestic strength of the Yuan Infant level slightly, and the vendors who came up around him suddenly fell into an ice cellar, and they were all so frightened that they all hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, and then they all honestly retreated to the side, not even daring to make an extra sound.

In the world of immortal cultivation, powerful immortal cultivators can definitely be called absolute authority, and they can even dominate life and death over lower-level beings.

Take the small place of Great Yanzhou as an example, here a Jindan stage immortal cultivator will be respected as an ancestor among the people, then the immortal cultivator in the Yuan Infant Stage is almost equal to the level of a monster, and no one dares to provoke a Yuan Infant Old Monster.

The whole world was purified at once.

Without the disturbance of these vendors, Wu Hui was more comfortable shopping.

At this moment, a little boy in rags turned out half a piece of discarded dough by the garbage bin on the street corner.

The little boy was overjoyed, picked it up and ran down the alley behind him. However, his shoes with their toes exposed were so torn that they tripped him to the ground in a few steps.

It seemed that he was so happy to pick up the bread that even his broken skin and bleeding knees didn't hurt anymore, and after getting up from the ground, his face was still full of joy, and he ran into the alley.

"Little Sanzi, who is that child?"

Wu Hui called the little boy and pointed to the alley where the little boy had disappeared.

"Oh, just a little beggar. That kid is so bold, and he's not afraid of being caught. The third son followed behind Wu Hui and explained disapprerovingly, "We don't allow beggars to enter Yunyang City, and it would be a great sin to let these bedbugs anger someone." Therefore, once these displaced people are found to have entered the city, the city defense army will punish them severely. ”

Wu Hui nodded thoughtfully, and then raised the paper fan in his hand: "Take me to have a look." ”

"Ah, Young Master Wang Dong, what kind of place are you going to?" Xiao Sanzi's young face was full of embarrassment, "That kind of place is dirty and smelly, but it is not suitable for your identity......"

"Huh?" Wu Hui frowned, and the little guy immediately agreed in fright, "Young Master Wang Dong will go here, and the little one will take you shopping." ”

What Wu Hui didn't expect was that the alley that the little boy walked through just now actually led to a crack between the city wall and the mountain, from which it could lead directly to the outside of the city.

In fact, there are several paths leading to the city like this, and there are several in Yunyang City, and it is not impossible for the displaced people outside the city to enter the city, as long as there are people in the city who hire or lead the trade, they can enter the city. However, if you sneak into the city without a valid reason, you will be regarded as a troublemaker who affects the city's appearance, and you will be immediately expelled by the city defense army.

Reaching the outside of the city through the path, Wu Hui discovered that the majestic and magnificent Yunyang City actually had such a dirty and messy side.

Just where the city walls connect to the mountain, there are rudimentary shacks everywhere, and the ground is dirty and muddy. The homeless people living in the shacks were both men, women and children, but all of them were yellow-skinned and numb.

It seems that because of the expensive clothes and extraordinary bearing of Wu Hui, the sudden visit, the thin and sunken eyes of these homeless people are full of panic, and after a short period of shock, they spontaneously kneel on both sides and make way for a passage.

These wanderers exist at the lowest level of society, and any immortal cultivator can trample them to death at will, and they do not have to bear any punishment and responsibility.

"These untouchables have lived in the vicinity of Yunyang City for generations, where they farm and pick, occasionally go hunting in the mountains, and sell whatever they get at the gates. ”

Xiao Sanzi pinched his nose with his hand, looked around with disgust, and then persuaded him in a good voice, "Young Master Wang Dong, you have seen it, let's go back? It's too dirty here, don't stain your shoes." ”

Wu Hui didn't speak, this made him unconsciously think of the slums he had seen.

No one could have predicted that the immortal cultivation world, which is fresh and refined on the surface and transcendent outside the object, will actually have such a chaotic appearance behind the ground.

In fact, behind any glamorous civilization, there are these dirty and messy places. It is precisely these dirty and messy parts that hold up the entire huge civilization system.

"Come with me. ”

Wu Hui walked inside by himself, and the little third son had no choice but to follow him with a helpless face, and kept fanning the tip of his nose with his hand along the way, as if as long as he relaxed for a moment, the smell around him would stink to death.

It didn't take long for the little boy to appear in Wu Hui's sight.

In front of a half-collapsed shack, the little boy lame and smiled and handed half a piece of bread to a withered and weakened woman.

The woman took the dough with trembling, swallowed her saliva, and was about to bite it, but found that Wu Hui, who was dressed in white and had a noble bearing, had already walked in front of them.

In an instant, the little boy and the woman were all frozen in place, and their eyes were full of fear.

Half-loud, the little boy stood stunned and trembled: "Mother, mother, I, I didn't steal, I ......"

"Smack!"

Before the boy could finish speaking, the woman raised her hand and slapped her.

"Gong, Gongzi, my child is young and ignorant, please spare him, please spare him. The woman kowtowed in fear and begged for mercy, and at the same time grabbed the little boy and asked him to kowtow and apologize as well.

The little boy was full of tears, and knelt on the ground helplessly, but he always held back his tears and did not say a word.

In this world, immortal cultivators dominate everything, but if there is the slightest disrespect, it will often invite consequences that these outcasts cannot bear.

Even children understand this.

"Your child didn't steal, I can attest to that. ”

Wu Hui slowed down his tone and replied gently, then looked at the little boy who was a little stubborn, but very sensible, "Your mother seems to be very sick, do you want to save her?"

The little boy nodded heavily.

"That's good. Wu Hui took out a small statue of the god of light from the storage equipment and handed it to the little boy, "As long as you sincerely beg this statue, the gods will definitely respond." ”

"Really, really?" The little boy found that Wu Hui didn't seem to have malicious intent, so he asked cautiously, "This, this immortal is ......?"

"It's not a god, it's a god, a god who represents the light of the world. ”

Finally, at Wu Hui's signal, the little boy knelt on the ground and immediately prayed to the Statue of Light.

Sure enough, with the little boy's prayer, the small statue of the god of light actually lit up with a golden light.

Illuminated by this thin layer of golden light, the little boy's mother began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a few moments, the woman, who had been weakened, not only regained her strength, but also her chapped skin and yellow hair returned to a healthy color, and she looked as if she had suddenly become seven or eight years younger.

At this moment, not only the little boy and his mother, but also all the onlookers around were stunned.

"Yes, yes?"

"Prayer is true, true fulfillment!"

"Oh my God, is there such a thing in this world?"

"That light, the god of light, will really shelter us outcasts!"

For a while, the displaced people in this area were all boiling. Even the little third son, who didn't take it seriously at all, was surprised.

Wu Hui was the only one in the scene who laughed and said nothing, joking, he, the god of light, was standing next to him, could this small prayer not be fulfilled?

"Thank you to the great god of light!

"Thank you, thank you God of Light, thank you for curing my mother!"

The woman who had recovered as good immediately took her child to kowtow to Wu Hui to thank her, and even with many displaced people around her, they all knelt down and prayed after following the example of the woman and the child.

For these displaced people who have lived at the bottom of society for a long time, they will do their best to seize any hope and benefit.

"These are the merits of the God of Light, as long as you sincerely believe in them, you will definitely be blessed by the gods!" Wu Hui's gaze swept around, taking the opportunity to proclaim loudly.

Sure enough, one after another faith channels began to be connected with the idols, and finally the idols were connected with Wu Hui himself.

Almost in the blink of an eye, one after another the "eyes" scattered in the slums began to be lit up by Wu Hui.

These "eyes" are naturally his Wu Hui's disciples, as long as there is a place where his believers are, it is the place covered by his Wu Hui Shenhui!

And these low-level homeless people who are inconspicuous in the immortal cultivation world are the strong levers that he Wu Hui can leverage to leverage the status of the Immortal Miao Palace!

"As long as you sincerely believe in the God of Light, you will definitely be rewarded and protected, but you must remember that this must not be known to any immortal cultivator, otherwise you will be killed!"

Wu Hui was like a prophet, shouting a warning to the surroundings, especially the last sentence of the murderous disaster, which fell on the hearts of every homeless person, and it was heavy.

Even the little third son, who had experienced the whole thing, felt tight, and a layer of cold sweat overflowed from the corners of his forehead.

However, the consequences are indeed serious, but this is the only chance for these displaced people to be blessed, so even if their lives are in danger, these displaced people will still take this risk.

"Wang, Young Master Wang Dong, I, I am an immortal cultivator, I have also seen miracles, you, you say me, will I have a ......" The little third son Khan came out, he is a person who has seen miracles, if there is a disaster of killing, if he is not careful, won't it be over?

"If you don't mess with right and wrong, how can you be killed?" Wu Hui glanced at him and said step by step, "But you can also pray to the gods, as long as your heart is pious enough, the future is absolutely limitless." ”

"Really, really, Wang, Young Master Wang Dong, I, I, an immortal cultivator, can also believe in gods?"

"Absolutely. ”

"Young Master Wang Dong, I, I mean...... Hey, Young Master Wang Dong, you wait for me!"

As Wu Hui and Xiao Wu left the slums where the homeless people lived, the seeds of faith were finally quietly spread in the world ruled by immortal cultivators in Great Yanzhou.

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