Pu Lu and his disciples entered Famed Continent. A day later, envoys from various sects arrived and invited them to a cloud-borne traveling palace prepared for True Persons of the Primordial Spirit Realm who had come from every region, where they settled down.
Behind this palace complex lay splendid robes and exquisite treasures, everything one could desire; Langfeng Immortal Garden was a sight too beautiful to take in. Every kind of luxury was beyond anything Barren Continent could even have dreamed of. The disciples Pu Lu had brought along had truly had their eyes opened.
Within a side hall, two disciples entered a magnificent chamber. Both wore newly changed, well-fitting Daoist robes. Not only did they look airy and elegant, but they were comfortable and fitted perfectly, capable of warding off water and fire. They were incomparably better than their former coarse-cloth Daoist robes.
Yet these were only garments for ordinary disciples. Those with somewhat deeper cultivation could directly receive a magical artifact, leaving others green with envy.
After the two disciples entered the palace, they drank a cup of juice pressed from crimson fruits picked only moments before. First, a steaming warm current sank into their stomachs. Once it dispersed, another cool breath shot straight to the crown of the head. Before long, their entire bodies felt refreshingly chilled, and their minds became clear and invigorated. One disciple could not help sighing in comfort. "This is how cultivators like us ought to live."
His fellow disciple murmured several affirmations, clearly still savoring the pleasant sensation. Only after a while did he say, "Senior Brother Hui is right."
Senior Brother Hui said, "Look—when we cultivated in our cave abode, all we had beneath us was one tiny meditation cushion." He spread his arms wide. "But here, there is an enormous