An Immortal's Favor!

Three days later.

"Clear Wind City, a good name."

Ye Zichen looked at the town's name and entered. As Ye Zichen stepped through the city gates, the bustling streets, with people coming and going and carriages streaming past, looked especially festive.

He probed with his Divine Sense. The people here had almost no cultivation, and the strongest were merely a handful of Body Tempering cultivators who worked forging weapons and running errands.

The path of immortal cultivation was long. Once one reached Qi Condensation through one's own efforts, one could try to join the nearest minor sect and embark on immortal cultivation.

Those with physiques suited to immortal cultivation were different from ordinary people once discovered; they had already ascended to the heavens in a single step.

In the world of immortal cultivation, not everyone could cultivate.

"Oh? There seems to be something different here. Interesting."

A smile curled at the corners of Ye Zichen's mouth; he had learned something.

The town was rather remote. When had its ordinary, plainly dressed folk ever seen a man like Ye Zichen, clad in white robes, graceful and elegant, like an immortal descended from heaven?

After Ye Zichen had wandered around for a while, several richly dressed men approached him.

"Young master, with such a distinguished bearing, you must be an immortal cultivator!"

The middle-aged man at the head spoke first, asking amiably.

"I am Zhang Qing, the steward of the city lord's residence. When my lord, the city lord, learned that a distinguished figure was in the city, he immediately sent me to receive you. I hope you will forgive us, my lord."

Zhang Qing carried himself with great deference, his attitude sincere. With his Foundation Establishment cultivation, he could not sense this young master's presence. But, truth be told, his immortal-like bearing had astonished everyone. He was probably a heaven's chosen from some sect, and they dared not offend him.

Ye Zichen sized up the men. One was at Foundation Establishment; the rest were only at Body Tempering.

Without answering, Ye Zichen took them all to the city lord's residence in the next instant.

In a flash, Ye Zichen was seated in the main seat. Since these people wanted something from him, he naturally had to adopt the bearing of a superior.

Ye Zichen took out some Dao Comprehension Tea from his space, brewed it, closed his eyes, and slowly savored it.

"Speak."

Ye Zichen's words broke the silence. Before the bewildered men had time to react, they had already appeared inside the city lord's residence.

The city lord, who had still been waiting for them to return, was startled to find them and that lord behind him!

"I... I am Zhang Xu, the city lord. I pay my respects, my lord! Since you have condescended to visit, I have prepared the finest accommodations for you. I hope you enjoy your time in this small city!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he dropped to his knees with wholehearted sincerity.

Zhang Xu hurriedly knelt and bowed. Such a feat was beyond his understanding. He knew this was a figure of immense importance, and if he received him well, he hoped this lord could help fulfill his small wish.

Ye Zichen did not answer the flattery. He continued sipping his tea, waiting for him to go on.

Zhang Xu understood that, since this lord was willing to condescend to come, he seemed to understand what Zhang Xu meant.

Zhang Xu took a deep breath and spoke solemnly, his manner humble:

"My lord, you truly have the bearing of an immortal. My daughter is ill, and we really have no way to help her. I'm sorry, my lord, but I wonder if you have a way."

After making his request, Zhang Xu felt as though he had exhausted all his strength, and his kneeling body even swayed.

Setting down his teacup, Ye Zichen opened his eyes and said calmly:

"I have only just arrived in this city..."

Ye Zichen tapped lightly on the table and gave a devilish smile.

Zhang Xu looked startled, then understood and immediately said, "Yes, yes, yes, my lord, I was presumptuous. This way, please! I'll take you to the finest courtyard residence for you to cultivate in peace!"

Zhang Xu dared say no more. He hurriedly slapped himself, then led Ye Zichen to a courtyard residence far from the city lord's residence.

It was a large residence, usually empty and comparatively peaceful.

It had originally been intended for Zhang Xu to spend his retirement in after stepping down as city lord, but circumstances had changed, so naturally it should be left for his lordship's temporary stay.

"Please forgive me, my lord. This is already the finest residence we have. Please take a look; I hope you won't find it lacking!"

Zhang Xu had gone to considerable lengths to free up the place for Ye Zichen to live in.

Even if he could not guess whether this lord was willing to help, such an important figure had come to the small town, so the proper courtesies naturally had to be observed. It also counted as temporary protection for the town.

"I prefer quiet. I will consider your request. You may leave."

Ye Zichen waved a hand, putting up a barrier, and walked into the courtyard alone. He had originally planned to find a place to stay here himself, but since someone had helped, it saved him the trouble.

The men outside looked at the residence, which they could no longer enter, and decided to return.

Zhang Xu called out one last time, "My lord, I hope you enjoy your stay in this small town!"

Then Zhang Xu and the servants left, Zhang Xu looking back every few steps.

Ye Zichen sat in the stone pavilion, gazing at the serene, elegant courtyard.

"He certainly knows how to enjoy himself. I'll make this my first stop for now."

He thought that, since he had come out to have fun, he would simply do as he pleased. In any case, there wasn't a single one who could put up a fight!

Seven days later.

Ye Zichen sat alone in the courtyard's stone pavilion, leisurely sipping tea.

He had spent the past few days taking a brief look around the town. The city was neither particularly large nor particularly small; an ordinary person certainly could not walk all the way around it in a day or two.

A moment later, Ye Zichen set down his teacup and closed his eyes, falling into thought.

"The young miss's condition is getting worse and worse. What are we supposed to do?"

A group of servants paced anxiously outside the door, their voices choked with tears.

Inside the room, Zhang Xu and several doctors were at their wits' end, but they could not identify her symptoms.

Zhang Xu and the steward, Zhang Qing, were both at Foundation Establishment, yet no matter what they tried, they could not ease the young miss's symptoms.

"The cold Qi is growing stronger and stronger. It has reached a point where ordinary people cannot touch it."

A sense of helplessness filled them. They knew full well that his daughter, their young miss, probably would not make it through the day. Zhang Xu looked at his daughter, sobbing uncontrollably and somewhat dejected.

"You treated me well. Wake up."

Inside the room, everyone instantly recognized the voice as that immortal's.

Zhang Xu looked at his daughter again and discovered that the cold Qi lingering around her had completely vanished!

One sentence, just one sentence, had saved his beloved daughter! The people in the room once again witnessed for themselves just how terrifying that lord was!

Could Void Refinement or Tribulation Transcendence experts accomplish such a feat? They did not know, and dared not speculate further.

Looking at his daughter as color gradually returned to her face, Zhang Xu wept for joy and cried out, tears streaming from his eyes:

"Thank you for saving her, my lord! We will remember your kindness for the rest of our lives!"

His voice echoed inside and outside the room. All the servants knew that the important figure they had been talking about had intervened.

Everyone outside the room knelt and thanked their great benefactor in unison.

"Thank you for saving the young miss, my lord!"