Western Heaven Continent, Black Rock Town.
In just a few short days, this poor, filthy, numb little town tucked away in a remote corner of the continent had experienced the most extraordinary—and least peaceful—days in its history.
It began when a little girl dressed in a radiant seven-colored immortal gown, exquisitely adorable as if an immortal child had descended to earth, rode a flying seven-colored auspicious cloud and landed outside the town. Then, with light steps, she entered this drab little town that was utterly incompatible with the words "immortal child."
That little girl was naturally Little Lingxi.
She had used a one-use random teleportation talisman, hoping to find somewhere "fun." Unfortunately, the talisman was unreliable and tossed her into this godforsaken mortal town, where spiritual energy was thin and there was not even a decent cultivator to be found.
Little Lingxi was not disappointed. Instead, she found it novel. She had never visited a place made entirely of mortals, so poor and backward. It was the perfect chance to satisfy her interest in "traveling" and observing mundane life.
Thus, she swaggered into town and found the only place that could barely be called an inn: a three-story building made of rough black stone, called the Joyous Arrival Inn.
The inn usually served passing, down-on-their-luck merchants and porters. Its conditions were crude, and its smell was memorable.
But Little Lingxi did not care. She went straight to the trembling innkeeper, who was nearly blinded by her appearance and presence, tossed out a piece of Cold Iron Ore Essence that she had "traded for" at Wanwan Divine Mountain—a material capable of refining low-grade spirit artifacts—and asked, "Can this get me your best room?"
The innkeeper held the ore, which radiated bone-chilling cold and was obviously priceless. His hands shook like sieves,