A Little Face

Tianxi sat at a distance, sniffed the aroma wafting over, and a look of craving flashed across her face.

However, he was too embarrassed to go forward, so he could only sit to the side and watch his benefactor and friend chatter on about their past.

Jiuchuan wrote a lot in the letter, rambling on and on, and also talking about some things they had done together in the past.

Looking at the contents, Fang Zelin was reminded of many past events, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

"My life has been worthwhile. If there's a next life and you see me again, please remember to guide me in cultivating immortality. I've never experienced what it's like to cultivate immortality."

"But then again, I don't even know if I'll have a next life. According to our Earthly tradition, there's no such thing as a next life, but here even cultivation is possible, so it really is a bit uncertain."

"Alright, that's enough for now. Remember to bring some wine when you visit me next time. When you get old, the people around you will stop you from drinking, but now that you're dead, no one will care anymore."

The letter abruptly ended there.

Fang Zelin held the letter in his hand, remained silent for a long while, and then sighed.

"I'll come to visit you more often if I have the chance."

After saying that, he looked at the letter in his hand again and put it back in its original place.

I plan to take it out and check it next time I come.

After finishing this, Fang Zelin took out some fine wine and poured it for the other person in turn.

Fang Zelin was generous, adding a touch of his own fine wine to each of his creations.

"Let's go, let's take a look around Youjing City."

"Look at how I, a descendant of the ancients, am doing now. At least I can give an account of myself."

After saying this, Fang Zelin strode out of the imperial mausoleum. Tianxi, who was behind him, glanced back and quickly followed.

This time, the journey was not delayed at all. Traveling on the wind, it only took the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to arrive at the Youjing City.

Fang Zelin straightened his clothes slightly, then strode inside.

It was already sunset, and there were many people entering the city.

There were crowds on both sides.

At this moment, Tianxi followed closely behind Fang Zelin, looking as if she was afraid of getting lost.

Once they entered the Great Dao of the city, the crowded people around them dispersed somewhat.

How much silver do you have left?

He has no money right now; all the expenses along the way have been covered by Tianxi.

Fang Zelin had gotten used to it.

"Young master, we don't have much money left, only twenty taels."

Upon hearing this, Tianxi looked at it carefully, then her expression turned bitter.

The two traveled at a leisurely pace until they reached Youjing City, making no money along the way.

Tianxi didn't have much money saved up in that village.

So after spending all that money, only this little bit is left.

Only twenty taels left?

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin's expression stiffened, and then he said with a hint of helplessness, "It seems I'll have to follow in that fellow Daoist's footsteps and travel the world begging for food."

"Are there beggars among those who cultivate immortality?"

Upon hearing this, Tianxi asked, somewhat puzzled.

In her view, cultivators would never be troubled by money.

He can easily cast a Law Technique; it doesn't cost him any money. Why would he need to beg for food?

"Those who cultivate immortality rarely have any wealth; they mostly cultivate in the mountains and don't need money."

Fang Zelin offered a brief explanation.

If you really want money, then it's certainly easy to get it.

However, most cultivators would not do that.

Or they felt that it wasn't worth expending their Law Power for a little silver.

Another issue is that improper use can easily lead to karmic consequences, which is even worse.

Therefore, when they had no money, they basically just gritted their teeth and endured it.

Upon hearing this, Tianxi nodded as if she had understood something.

"But young master, aren't you friends with the Grand Progenitor of Great Qian? If you really need money, you can just take some from the palace. Taking some money from descendants isn't a big deal, is it?"

That's the Great Qian Imperial Family!

What's wrong with spending a little silver? After all, the Grand Progenitor of Great Qian was the young master's closest friend.

"If it were before, there wouldn't be any problem; they would just take it and that would be fine. But now, this money, or anything else, belongs to his descendants."

"I am good friends with Jiuchuan, but I am not familiar with his descendants. How can I take it? If I do, I will only add to my karma."

Fang Zelin shook his head.

He doesn't necessarily need the money.

Instead of having such thoughts, you'd be better off studying the Daoist scriptures.

Tianxi roughly understood Fang Zelin's meaning at this moment, so she stopped talking and obediently followed behind.

Soon, the two arrived at an inn.

Fang Zelin decided to settle in first, and then go inside the palace to take a look.

"Halt, you vixen!"

Just as the two were about to step forward, a sharp shout suddenly rang out.

Then they saw two underworld officials standing in front of them, seemingly out of nowhere.

The two underworld messengers' eyes were fixed intently on Tianxi in front of them.

The soul-snatching chains in his hands rattled as they swayed.

Upon hearing this voice, Tianxi frowned slightly, sensing that the Soul-Hooking Chains were restricting her Law Power.

"In the grand capital, you dare to enter so brazenly in broad daylight, even in human form? Do you truly believe the Underworld Bureau are blind?"

The Day Wandering God looked at Tianxi, his face also full of anger.

A formation had already been set up here.

How can this demon be so unscrupulous? It completely disregards the underworld officials!

Fortunately, they discovered it now. If they had let the other party stay in the city for a long time without being discovered, their Underworld Bureau would have lost all face.

"Young Master."

Upon seeing the two underworld officials, Tianxi's delicate hand trembled.

The underworld officials in this capital are truly extraordinary; they discovered her so quickly.

In other places, given her skill level, it would be very difficult to detect her.

The capital city is indeed extraordinary.

"Gentlemen, this little demon is not an evil demon. He has never done anything immoral in his cultivation so far, and I am here to keep him in check. Could you please make an exception for him?"

Upon seeing the two underworld officials, Fang Zelin was somewhat impressed by their powerful oversight.

However, he did not delay and stepped forward, cupping his hands in greeting.

With hands clasped in greeting, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, unleashing a Yin Jujutsu technique from the Yin Si Tong Zhang (Underworld Code).

To indicate one's identity.

He told the other party that he was a cultivator and that he also had a relationship with the City God in the Underworld Bureau.

In this way, they should be able to gain some face.