The Sky Moon Immortal Lord
Shi Yue nodded and followed them, while the other Zhao Family disciples hurried after him.
When they reached halfway up the mountain, they saw countless buildings—pavilions and towers—all built from Nine Yang Wood that ranged from several hundred to several thousand years old.
The streets teemed with people. There were countless True Immortal Cultivators, and even a few Profound Immortals. The place was bustling with activity.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, I'd like to look around on my own. I'll get in touch with you later." Shi Yue greeted him and headed down a bustling street.
Zhao Jianglin said nothing. He led the Zhao Family disciples down another street.
Shops lined both sides of the street, their shelves laden with dazzling arrays of goods. The sheer variety was overwhelming, and many of the items were things Shi Yue had never seen before.
Just from the vast assortment of goods on the shelves, it was clear that Cultivation Resources in the Immortal Realm were truly abundant.
Shi Yue wandered around, looking at the shops. Half an hour later, he stopped outside a nine-story Green Pavilion. Three golden characters, "Immortal Spirit Pavilion," gleamed on its green plaque.
As soon as Shi Yue entered the Immortal Spirit Pavilion, a rich medicinal fragrance wafted into his nose.
Tall shelves were stocked with countless jade boxes and wooden cases. Attendants in matching green robes were introducing Spirit Herbs to customers.
Shi Yue glanced around and quickly lost interest. The Spirit Herbs on the shelves were only a few thousand years old—not worth his attention.
He went upstairs to the fifth floor, where he saw a refined-looking middle-aged man sitting in a chair. Judging by his aura, the man was a True Immortal.
The middle-aged man held a thick book and was engrossed