After recording the Divine Sense imprint, Bai Yi flew out of the Heaven-Hearing Pavilion. Concealing his aura and figure, he slowly flew in the direction indicated by the imprint.
After crossing the bustling central street, the shops on either side gradually changed from environments each comparable to a Small Plane world into countless little stalls resembling floating islands.
Compared with ordinary signs and formations, these all showed just how wealthy the forces behind the shops were.
Weaving through the crowds of Golden Core Rogue Cultivators flying back and forth, Bai Yi followed the Divine Sense imprint to a shop built of black rock crystal, resembling both a fence and a towering pagoda.
Before the several-thousand-meter-high main hall, a cage resembling a birdcage, with formations and Talismans carved all around it, hovered in midair.
Bai Yi probed with his Divine Sense and saw that several hundred men and women with terrified expressions were tightly imprisoned inside the cage, their bodies radiating the aura of Foundation Establishment.
"Are you looking to see the servants, honored guest?"
"This batch is quite good. The most talented one took only forty years to succeed at Foundation Establishment. With a few resources, there's a seventy percent chance they can achieve Golden Core."
Two Golden Core cultivators with rather ugly faces stood beside the cage and approached Bai Yi with ingratiating smiles.
"I've accepted the commission left by the shop inside the Heaven-Hearing Pavilion."
"Another one of those pressure-the-Dao jobs, huh? Go register over there."
At Bai Yi's words, the ingratiating smiles disappeared from the two Golden Core cultivators' faces. They glanced at Bai Yi, whose features were aged and whose aura was only at the Early Golden Core Stage, then impatiently waved him away.
"Damn, what rotten luck. Even an old, decrepit Rogue Cultivator like him