The original repairer

The two armies of cultivators flew away. Shi Chen no longer watched the movements of the independent cultivators. He used several wind escape techniques to leave the ruins of the destroyed immortal inn and escape towards the outskirts of Ximen Immortal City.

The further out he went, the fewer cultivators there were. Initially, he had to hide and evade the Immortal City cultivators. After escaping a mile or two, they were no longer visible. Instead, he encountered a number of independent cultivators observing the breakout at the East Gate. Without stopping, he fled directly to the alleyway of his second self-defense cave. Then, feigning fear, he walked towards the cave entrance, opened it, and entered, observing his surroundings with his spiritual sense.

There were twenty-six cave dwellings in this rental alley, and eight of them were still uninhabited. The outside was unusually quiet. With such a large commotion in the Immortal City, the cultivators were all on high alert, likely hiding in their cave dwellings to observe the situation.

He opened the restriction, returned to the main room, removed his disguise, and changed back to the way he looked when he first rented the house. Then he sat cross-legged on the bed and listened carefully to the movements nearby.

Boom!

More than half an hour later, a muffled sound came from the east gate.

"Those cultivators who want to leave the Immortal City, hurry up! The formation at the east gate has been broken by us! Ah!"

The sound spread throughout the city, and the final "Ah" sound was unknown. Shi Chen's consciousness detected that several formations in the fairy city had been disabled for three breaths, and then they were restarted one by one.

Five caves in the alley were opened. Three single male cultivators and two pairs of Taoist companions looked at each other, and without saying a word, they flew towards the east gate.

The next morning, the chaotic Immortal City finally calmed down. Last night, many cultivators had been trembling in their caves and rooms at the Immortal Inn, fearing that the chaos would spread.

At noon, a voice rang out in the Immortal City: "The arrest of the sect spy cultivators in Poison Pond Immortal City has been completed. From now on, order will be restored in the Immortal City. If you find any abnormal cultivators, please report them to the Immortal City Lord's General Affairs Building. If the report is confirmed, a generous reward will be given."

The deep voice echoed three times over the fairy city.

Many cultivators in the alley walked out of their caves. Shi Chen also closed the restrictions and explored the surroundings. At dusk in the afternoon, when the sun was setting, he left the cave and went to the market to inquire about the news.

There were few cultivators setting up stalls in the Ximen Market. There were only less than twenty stalls open for business in the twelve market streets, selling some low-grade elixirs, talismans, spiritual medicines, spiritual materials, etc.

The number of cultivators at the market today was 70% to 80% less than yesterday. Yesterday, while there were thousands of cultivators, there were still only a few dozen scattered cultivators gathered in groups of three or five.

Shi Chen handed two spirit stones to the market steward and received a jade token for a stall. He found a place where there were many wandering cultivators, swiped the jade token, opened the stall, waved his left hand, put out a dozen bottles of first-grade low-grade elixirs, and began to listen to the conversations of the wandering cultivators.

"Yesterday, the cultivators from the Immortal City went too far. They took away 80% of the spirit stones and half of the pills in my storage bag. I was angry but dared not say anything!" A casual cultivator at the eighth level of Qi training complained to the surrounding casual cultivators.

The skinny seventh-level Qi training cultivator next to him continued, "You're lucky you still have two layers of spirit stones. I only have a hundred and thirty spirit stones in my storage bag, and they were all taken away, leaving only some spiritual medicine. If I could defeat them, I would definitely kill them!"

"Shh! Are you courting death? If someone hears us, they will report us to the General Affairs Building and kill you as a sect spy." The fat white monk next to him hurriedly stopped the excited thin monk, looked around and whispered.

"The barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. I have nothing now. My annual income has been robbed by them. They are a bunch of robbers!" The thin monk was still angry, but his voice became very low.

"Hey! If there hadn't been an unusual phenomenon at the Thousand Poison Pond, I wouldn't have come here. The Qianjue Sect used this as an excuse to plunder the cultivators in the Immortal City. I heard that last night, the cultivators rioted because the plunder was too harsh. They made a commotion for half the night, and I don't know how many cultivators died." Several Foundation Establishment cultivators on the other side whispered.

A square-faced, blue-robed, thick-browed, thick-lipped, Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivator observed his surroundings and saw only wandering cultivators. He held his breath and said, "The riot was quelled this morning. I asked the cultivators I know in Immortal City about the military situation. What do you think?"

As soon as the square-faced monk finished speaking, the monks in the nearby circles stopped talking and listened quietly to what he said next.

"Hurry up and tell us. You're making us guess, which makes us hate you!" The black-robed ninth-level foundation-building cultivator next to the square-faced cultivator complained.

"The captain said that the search yesterday went smoothly. When they found a cave in the east of the city, they encountered Lie Feng, who had tried to break into the east gate the previous night. He was a Nascent Soul level cultivator, a well-known independent cultivator in the Fiery Flame Sect. He was angry about the cultivator army's search and injured that group of cultivators. Later, the city lord personally arrived and suppressed them with the Immortal City formation. Lie Feng struggled hard and gathered thousands of independent cultivators to work together to break through the Immortal City formation."

The square-faced monk pursed his lips, listened to the words, and did not continue.

"What happened next? I received news that the monk army suffered heavy losses in the riot, and even more independent cultivators died." The seventh-level Foundation Establishment cultivator opposite the square-faced cultivator frowned and asked.

"A small half of the cultivator army was lost, and the captain who gave me the news was also seriously injured. According to him, at dawn, one or two thousand Qi-cultivating cultivators were killed at the East Gate, several hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators perished, and five or six Golden Core cultivators died. But in the end, Lie Feng actually escaped from the Immortal City. He was really lucky." The square-faced cultivator said with a sigh.

"I won't say any more. I'll leave once the Immortal City opens the teleportation array and the caravan flying boats. I wonder if you have somewhere good to go, or if you can come with me." The black-robed monk said in a low voice.

"Nowadays, most of the outside cultivators are waiting for the fairy city to be unsealed and leave immediately, for fear of encountering it again. I wonder where you are going, brother?" The black-robed cultivator asked him sideways.

"Yes, yes, it's impossible to stay in this immortal city. After working hard for several years, most of the property was looted as soon as the city was closed. This time the immortal city made a fortune. The spiritual stones, elixirs and resources looted by the monks' army alone are countless. I don't know when we can find resources. Brother, do you have a way to make a fortune?" The monk on the other side of the black-robed monk also echoed.

"This is a one-time deal. Once this matter gets out, I think there will be fewer foreign monks coming here within ten years." The fat white monk analyzed.

"The Poison Pond Immortal City doesn't have any special resources. It's only because of the strange phenomenon in the Thousand Poison Pond that it attracts so many cultivators. Everyone wants to get the opportunity and gathers in the Immortal City. Now they are being slaughtered by the Immortal City. How unfortunate!" said the thin cultivator angrily.

"Ah! It's fate! Brother Qi, after the Immortal City is unsealed, I will go with you to the outskirts of Qingming Mountain. I heard that the demon kings guarding the peaks have all gone to the main peak in recent years. Now is a good opportunity to enter the dangerous peaks to search for treasures." Seeing that there was no new news, a tall cultivator on the other side said

"Is what Brother Ma said true?" asked the cultivator named Qi with some joy.

The monk surnamed Ma whispered mysteriously, "I have a close friend, he..."

The two of them were whispering to each other as they walked. In a few breaths, they had walked seven or eight feet away, and Shi Chen could not hear their conversation.

After selling pills at the market for more than an hour and selling more than a dozen bottles, Shi Chen had heard all the news he needed to hear, so he packed up his stall and carefully returned to the cave.

Before entering the cave, he used his spiritual sense to scan the alley. There were only five caves with cultivators left, and there were several caves inhabited by mortals waiting for their own cultivators to return.

He opened the restriction, went to the inner room, and sat cross-legged to practice.