Yinshan Record

Chapter 641 A Tongue with a Dragon Spring (Part 2)
Yun Yun has other plans.

Su Che continued flying with Guan Qing, and soon they saw the majestic Tingchao City.

It was a floating island on the sea, and the sheer size of its land was quite astonishing to Su Che.

From a distance, the floating island was about a thousand miles in all directions, with a towering mountain range in the very center. Most remarkably, the floating island was almost a perfect ellipse.

Various buildings are built against the mountain, rising layer by layer, and many cloud boats are moored on the mountainside with their cables lowered.

The streaks of the cultivators coming and going shone like stars, and the surging spiritual energy in the city was something that had never been seen or heard of in the Central Plains.

"This is Tingchao City, a great city personally led by the Dragon King of Qiantang," Guan Qing said with great pride.

"Looking across the entire East China Sea, there are very few magnificent cities like this, built upon spiritual objects."

Built upon spiritual objects?
Su Che only understood after asking that the Tingchao City was built on the back of a giant tortoise, with the towering mountain being the bulge of the tortoise's back, while most of the tortoise's body was submerged underwater.

"Such a giant tortoise is probably rare even in the primordial era."

Su Che couldn't help but feel a sense of awe; such a giant tortoise must possess immense magical power.

"In the primordial era, he was unparalleled. In his prime, he was a majestic and renowned demon in the East Sea, capable of rivaling even the likes of Earth Immortals. Unfortunately, his head was severed by the Palace Master of the Sword Palace. Although his body remains, he has lost the Six Yang Leader and is now merely clinging to life."

Guan Qing explained again, and Su Che finally understood that this old tortoise was a famous demon in ancient times, roaming freely in the East Sea. Because of its powerful magic, even the major sects kept their distance from it.

Unfortunately, it later offended the newly rising East Sea Sword Palace, and the old tortoise became a tool for the Sword Palace Master to establish his authority. Not only did the tortoise's head get chopped off with a single sword strike, but the severed head was also transformed into a palace of the East Sea Sword Palace.

Although the old tortoise lost its head, its demonic body did not die. It was saved by the Dragon King of Qiantang at the time and moved to the edge of the East Sea.

Having lost its head, this demon's body was incomplete, and it was in a daze all day long, drifting aimlessly with the tides. However, the Qiantang Dragon Clan still took care of this old tortoise because it was considered to be a descendant of the Dragon Ancestor.

As time went by, it gradually became the foundation of Tingchao City.

Tingchao City is also the most prosperous city under the Qiantang lineage.

"It really broadens one's horizons."

Su Che sighed, reflecting on both the past and present.

In ancient times, the dragon race was the most powerful among the primordial demons and gods. However, as times changed, they became stepping stones for sword cultivators to advance bravely and diligently. And this old tortoise that once roamed the East Sea has now become the foundation for the dwellings of later generations.

Human affairs are truly subject to change, and the past and present are intertwined, which inevitably evokes a sense of the rise and fall of dynasties.

"Thank you for taking care of me along the way, Brother Guan. I will now go to find the Star Raft and will not disturb you any longer."

"It's alright. If Brother Zuo has any free time, you can come and stay at my Wood Spirit Ruins anytime. I'll probably be staying at the Hundred Crafts Workshop for the next few days. If you're bored or have anything to do, you can come and find me there."

Guan Qing replied politely.

To be honest, he really wanted to break up with this fellow Daoist as soon as possible.

This prince, who offended the Dragon King of Qiantang without saying a word, was indeed haunted by a demon, but his recklessness was something Guan Qing couldn't handle.

Who knows what trouble this person will cause next?

After bidding farewell to the Xuan Yi Sect elder who was in a hurry to say goodbye, Su Che rode his escape light and slowly landed on Tingchao City.

Tingchao City was originally a mountain city built against the mountain. The streets in the city were not very wide, only wide enough for five or six people to walk side by side.

The city was divided into different areas by streets according to different functions. The area where Su Che landed should be a market for trading rare birds and beasts. The shops on both sides were full of rare birds and beasts, some of which had golden-haired women with wings on their backs and snow-white skin, and strong aliens with bodies as black as charcoal.

The streets were lined with cultivators discussing buying and selling, and Su Che could hear the constant shouts of vendors.

"The Feathered Man of the North Sea is of long lifespan, of excellent appearance, and inherently loyal. His slaves are passed down for seven generations. You absolutely cannot miss this opportunity!"

"The blue-eared macaques of the Buddhist kingdom chant endlessly every day. If you wish to find peace of mind, esteemed immortals, why not buy one to take home and play with?"

"New arrivals: Seven-tailed centipedes from the Southern Wilderness, thirteen in total. Price is fixed regardless of quality, first come, first served!" Su Che listened as he walked, occasionally stopping to look at the rare birds and animals in the shop.

There are indeed many cultivators on this street, but judging from their cultivation levels, the vast majority have not yet achieved the Core Formation stage. However, one can occasionally see a few who have reached the pinnacle of cultivation.

The truly great masters are indeed invisible.

However, even the peddlers on the street were all cultivators, and many had embarked on the path of cultivation. This alone was enough to make Su Che feel that the trip was worthwhile.

Everyone has the opportunity to practice; is this the true nature of the East China Sea?
Su Che wandered around the market for half a day, stopping here and there, and after getting his fill of sights, he headed toward the dock where the cloud boat was moored.

I don't know how the people from the Lihe Pavilion that Kongkong'er arranged will meet me.

Looking at the vendors on the street, Su Che hadn't just been glancing around; he had a general understanding of how business was conducted in Tingchao City.

They can be roughly divided into two categories. One group consists of cultivators with powerful sects behind them, who have likely established business relationships with these merchants and keep accounts directly. The other group uses crafted talismans as currency. These talismans are all made by prestigious sects or large merchant guilds.

Su Che had just seen the Shadow Bone Coins used by the Rakshasa Sea, the Cloud Pattern Coins issued by the Qiantang Dragon Clan, and the Thunder Essence Coins issued by the East Sea Sword Palace on the street...

There are various currencies, and different shops can reliably convert them and then quote prices. Moreover, different shops have different considerations regarding currency value.

Some shops prefer to accept the cloud-patterned coins from the Qiantang Dragon Clan, which resemble dragon scales and are engraved with cloud patterns. Others, however, prefer the oval-shaped, bone-like shadow coins.

Anyway, after going around in circles, Su Che came to a conclusion.

Despite having some wealth in the Central Plains, he was undoubtedly a penniless pauper in Tingchao City.

Because he didn't own any of these currencies.

If Kongkong'er's people don't come soon, let alone take the Starship, I don't know where I'll stay tonight.

As Su Che was letting his horse roam freely, he suddenly heard a clear, crisp sound.

"Could it be that you are here in person with Mr. Zuo Lengchan?"

Su Che turned his head and saw a graceful female Taoist priest wearing a feathered crown and a cloak, with a wooden box on her back. Her beautiful face had a slightly cold air about it.

"It's down."

"Oh, in that case, Mr. Yue, please come with me."

Yue? What does that mean?

Su Che looked at the female Taoist priest.

His aura was deep and subtle, indicating that he was indeed a cultivator, but the level of his cultivation was not discernible.

"My surname is Zuo."

“I know your surname is Zuo, but my master has also instructed that you may sometimes use the surname Yue.”

The female Taoist priest smiled and said, "Please come with me, sir. We have already arranged accommodations for you, and we will take you to board the Star Raft early tomorrow morning..."

When did Kongkong'er get such a subordinate?

Just as Su Che was about to set off, he suddenly remembered something and quickly stopped.

"You're not from the Lihe Pavilion?"

"Of course not."

The female Taoist priest smiled and said, "Mr. Zuo, please."

(End of this chapter)