On this day.
An enormous immortal ship sailed through the clouds from afar. Upon reaching the skies near Xiangyang City's Market Ward, it slowly came to a halt.
Within moments, many cultivators boarded from the Market Ward, while some aboard took advantage of the brief stop to enter Xiangyang's Market Ward and purchase necessities. This immortal ship had come from the south and was heading north. Most aboard were Foundation Establishment cultivators, with no shortage of Golden Core cultivators either.
However, not every cultivator aboard had quarters of their own.
Three people returned to the ship from Xiangyang City's Market Ward: an older man with gray hair and a long beard, flanked by two children, a boy and a girl. Another youth waited for them on deck.
"Master, what did you buy?"
"What else? Pills and talismans for you lot to cultivate with."
The old Daoist took some spiritual resources from his storage pouch and distributed them among the three. "Take the pills according to the method I taught you earlier. Our Yuzhen lineage is destitute these days. We can't afford many."
"In the future, we'll have to rely on you to restore our fortunes."
The gray-robed youth who had been waiting aboard curled his lip at this. "We're this poor, yet you still insist on putting on a brave face and attending some assembly on Daoyuan Mountain." "Wouldn't it be better to save those spirit stones and cultivate peacefully in the mountains?"
He knew his master had spent quite a few spirit stones to attend this assembly.
The three youngsters were only in the Qi Refining Realm, while the old Daoist was a Golden Core cultivator, yet the gray-robed youth showed him no deference at all. Though a Golden Core cultivator, the old Daoist put on no airs. The