Xu Yi was just like a tourist visiting a strange land for the first time. He had even squeezed into a teahouse to listen to a tale about the Three-Eyed Divine General capturing the Demon Monkey.
At first, the name had startled him. He'd thought it was connected to a famous story from another world, but the more he listened, the more clear it became that the two had nothing whatsoever to do with each other.
His seemingly aimless wandering was, in truth, Xu Yi's first real effort to prepare for fitting into this world.
He observed, asked around, and took it all in.
He had not only figured out how the major sects divided responsibility for the various cities, but also learned why ordinary people were not to be killed or injured at will.
The spiritual energy in this world was especially abundant, with the direct result that cultivators—or, more accurately, martial artists—were everywhere. Xu Yi had even met more than one waiter or chef with a Qi Sea Realm cultivation.
Perhaps, just as the books said, only after entering the Soul Sensing Realm could one understand the vast gulf that separated martial artists from cultivators.
He wandered about like this all day, and did not rest at night. Whenever he was bored, he found a storytelling hall. On the surface, he drank tea and listened to tales, but in his mind, he continued to work out the array patterns.
The fact that he had successfully drawn a Swift Wind Talisman did not make him careless.
He guessed that it was most likely because his soul was exceptionally resilient, while the wind talisman he had drawn was low-grade and contained little spiritual power.
It was like a man who could lift a hundred pounds easily raising a ten-pound weight