This immortal was clearly ordinary, yet he was unusually confident.

After successfully refining the "Yin Tiger Talisman," Zheng Zhuang became increasingly curious about the Xuanhuang Qi within his body. He knew very well that faith alone could not achieve such an effect.

However, there was absolutely no clue as to where that mysterious power came from.

As for why the underground palace was renamed "Yanluo Palace," it was purely on a whim. This world seems to only have City God Temples, but there are no institutions like the Underworld, so it feels like something is missing.

The Azure Moon and the Rising Sun will soon have a great battle, which will add many more wandering ghosts and spirits. Let's prepare in advance.

Zheng Zhuang had secretly tampered with the "Yin Tiger Tally," so he wasn't afraid of Liu Changqing and Chen Dabiao's betrayal. Besides, they weren't stupid; if the "Yanluo Palace" really grew stronger, it would be of great benefit to them.

Now that the underground palace has been exposed and Black Fox has personally destroyed the altar, he probably won't be coming back anytime soon.

Lion-Tiger King Yan Guang would certainly not give up these hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers, but he failed to advance this time and will continue to sleep. Even if he and Black Fox return, as long as the power of faith does not change, they will not discover that Zheng Zhuang has laid a pawn here.

Zheng Zhuang sorted out his thoughts, gave Liu Changqing and Chen Dabiao some instructions, and then left the underground palace.

The tomb was very large, and he exited through a different exit, so it was far from the original entrance.

Back on the ground, Zheng Zhuang strolled leisurely, roughly counting the gold and silver jewelry he had just collected. He felt inexplicably excited; although these things were of no use to him, they were pleasing to the eye.

If this gold and silver jewelry were in my previous life, I would have been considered a tycoon.

Before he knew it, Zheng Zhuang had reached the riverbank and saw a ferry crossing not far away, with several ferry boats moored in the distance.

Zheng Zhuang then realized that this river must be a tributary of the Qujiang River, and that following the river would lead him back to Quliang City.

Most importantly, he just received a windfall and now exudes the air of a nouveau riche. How can he not spend it?

There is a village nearby where people used to make a living by fishing and occasionally run a ferry business to carry tourists.

Later, as the situation in Yongning City became increasingly chaotic and more and more people evacuated, ferries became the main business.

However, the people in the city are now trapped. These are people from the surrounding villages who are afraid of being affected by the war and have chosen to go to Quliang City to seek refuge with relatives or find work.

"Hey, brother, are you going to Quliang City? We're just one person short for this ship, get on board and we're off."

As soon as Zheng Zhuang approached the ferry, someone invited him to board the boat.

"Hehe, thanks a lot, but it's a pity it's not on my way."

Zheng Zhuang politely declined the boatman's invitation. What a joke! With my current wealth, why would I need to share a boat?

They're all local tycoons who keep a low profile. Otherwise, they would buy dozens of boats and line them up on the river, arranging them into various letter shapes to show you.

Zheng, the nouveau riche, smiled and walked towards another, smaller ferry, saying domineeringly:

"I'll charter this boat! To Quliang City!"

The boatman, who had been dozing off, was immediately awakened by the bold voice. He found a young man in white standing in front of him, wearing a long robe with wide sleeves and holding a folding fan. The young man was about twenty years old, with an extraordinary air about him, but his appearance was quite ordinary.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Young master, we already have a guest on this boat, you see..."

Zheng Zhuang looked into the boat awning with a sense of unease and, sure enough, found a woman sitting there, smiling at him.

He quickly looked at the other ferry and found that several people were already sitting inside.

This is a bit embarrassing!

Zheng, the nouveau riche, hadn't expected his attempt to show off to fail, and could only try to save face by saying:

"It's alright, the remaining fare will be on my tab. Let's set sail."

With that, he stepped onto the boat.

"Young master is very generous, but I should mention in advance that it will take about one or two days to get to Quliang City, and the fare will be..." the boatman said with a smile.

Is this enough?

Zheng, the nouveau riche, was too lazy to haggle with the boatman. This was the perfect opportunity to show off his wealth, so he simply took out a silver ingot and threw it over.

"Hey! That's enough... way enough! Young master, hold on tight, this old man will set sail right away!"

The boatman hurriedly took the silver. It was slightly heavy in his hand, about three taels. Even if his boat was full of passengers, he could only earn one tael of silver per round trip. This trip earned him three taels, and he couldn't stop smiling.

The boatman glanced smugly at the other two ferries, his mood improving. He became much more efficient and quickly anchored the boat before setting off.

Large boats are relatively stable, comfortable, and safer, so most passengers prefer to ride them. His boat usually doesn't leave until the very end, which is why he was able to doze off. But he never expected to meet such a generous guest today.

He secretly guessed that this must be the son of some wealthy family who had secretly run away to have some fun.

After Zheng Zhuang came out of the ancient tomb, he changed his clothes. Mao Buduo had long been put into his sleeve so that he could study the "Demon Emperor's Codex" on his own.

Although Zheng Zhuang did not cultivate the "Demon Emperor's Codex", with his cultivation level, it would be easy for him to guide Mao Budu to the basics. Now is the time to lay the foundation and he needs to meditate.

Of course, there was another reason. Zheng Zhuang felt that having such a fluffy little thing hanging on his body was really inconsistent with his aloof and handsome image.

It wouldn't be good to let Mao transform into human form; people who didn't know better might mistake him for their son. I also couldn't ruin my pure and innocent image, so I had to keep him hidden away.

After using a teapot to capture the "Gu God" last time, Zheng Zhuang began researching this type of magic. Although he didn't gain much, it was still useful for decorating things.

He didn't have a storage bag or storage ring, which was a characteristic of Dongfang Wuming's era. After reaching a certain level, one could use their divine sense to create their own storage space.

The higher one's cultivation level, the larger the space one can open up.

It's not a matter of good or bad. The advantage of storage space is that it's more secretive, but the starting point is very high. And if the person who created the space perishes, the space will be annihilated. The things inside will either be destroyed or fall into the spatial turbulence and may never be found again.

The fact that Dongfang Wuming has any stock is because he withdrew it in advance.

In addition, he never forgot the sophisticated "hidden universe in the sleeve" technique, so he innovated on this magic and applied it to his sleeve.

Although it's far from the legendary supernatural power from his previous life, he can at least make it visually similar, which is enough to show off!

"Is the young master going to Quliang City for sightseeing?" the boatman suddenly asked.

Zheng Zhuang smiled and said casually:

"Not really. I have some family businesses there, and I'm planning to go take a look!"