Infiltrating the world of cultivation

The Tang Dynasty, an ancient dynasty that lasted for a thousand years, had its capital in Chang'an.

As the dynasty arrived at the gates of Chang'an, darkness gradually fell.

Through the city walls, one could vaguely see a hazy halo above Chang'an, reflecting the stars that filled the sky.

This is not some kind of formation, but rather a scene of lights being lit in every household.

Little Grey shrank to the size of a palm and snuggled into Wang Chao's arms. This little guy can even transform; he's definitely become a spirit.

Arriving at the city gate, the vermilion gate was tightly closed. Although it was night, one could still feel the splendor and grandeur of this ancient capital.

Wang Chao glanced at the tightly closed city walls; clearly, there was no way to pass through the main gate.

"Snapped!"

Torches suddenly lit up the city walls, illuminating the area where the dynasty was located.

"Buzz!"

The hum of bowstrings being drawn filled the air, and countless concealed arrows were pointed in that direction from the city wall.

Wang Chao didn't move. He came to find someone, so there was no need to argue with these people.

"I want to enter the city. When will the city gates open?"

Wang Chao asked, revealing that these people still had a very strong sense of preparedness for war.

He made no sound, yet these people were able to find him, which shows that the city wall's defense system has no blind spots.

From the city wall came voices of surprise and doubt.

"May I ask if you are the Immortal of the Dynasty from the Spirit Medicine Village?"

On the city wall, there was a general in golden armor, holding a piece of Xuan paper in his hand, as if comparing something.

"Indeed, what can I do for you?"

Wang Chao frowned. Could it be that something had happened to Sun Juan and the others?

Although Sun Juan and the others are all considered experts, and ordinary people at the Innate Realm are no match for them, Chang'an City is, after all, an ancient capital with a history of thousands of years. If there were no cultivators, the dynasty would never believe it.

"By order of Princess Qingxia, this humble general has been waiting here for a long time. Open the city gates!"

The golden-armored general had already deduced Wang Chao's identity upon seeing him.

Firstly, there is a portrait for comparison; secondly, returning alone from the wilderness late at night, he must not be an ordinary person.

"No need."

When the city gates open and close, it is the ordinary soldiers who suffer; the dynasty does not care about superficial projects.

call out!

With a light leap, the dynasty didn't even need to step on the city wall for leverage, and directly jumped onto the city gate.

"Who is this Princess Qingxia you're talking about? It can't be Brigitte Lin, can it? Isn't she a bounty hunter?"

Wang Chao frowned. Could it be that this casually encountered bounty hunter was actually a princess of the Tang Dynasty?

No wonder she possesses such a high level of martial arts skill at such a young age; she has a powerful empire behind her, giving her confidence in everything she does.

Wang Chao couldn't detect the slightest hint of arrogance in Li Qingxia; he never imagined she was a princess.

Sun Juan must have hit the jackpot! Becoming a prince consort is like a meteoric rise, saving her ten years of hard work!

"Indeed, please, sir, come and take a step forward."

The golden-armored general dared not address the princess by her given name, knowing that the eldest princess wielded immense power and that if she wanted to become empress, the crown prince would have no chance at all.

However, she was engrossed in traveling and had no interest in politics, yet no one dared to underestimate her.

Otherwise, given his status, he wouldn't be guarding the city wall so late at night.

"So, you recognized me just now based on this?"

Wang Chao looked at the portrait of the golden-armored general in his hand with a bewildered expression. The painting was done with a few hasty strokes, and the facial features were not even clearly depicted.

Even the dynasty itself couldn't recognize him. How did they manage to recognize this golden-armored general?

"Princess Qingxia is portrayed extremely vividly; I could tell at a glance."

The golden-armored general's eye twitched almost imperceptibly, betraying his inner thoughts.

This flattery is truly something else.

"What's your name? I'll give you a hint later."

The fact that this golden-armored general recognized him saved him a lot of trouble, and the dynasty didn't mind giving him a hand.

"This humble general, Qiu Shanfei, thanks the immortal for his kindness in promoting me!"

As he was speaking, Qiu Shanfei was about to kneel down when Wang Chao used his spiritual energy to control him and forcibly dragged him up.

"A man's knees are worth gold, so let's skip that."

Looking at Qiu Shanfei, he is about fifty years old, the same age as his father. He still cannot accept this kind of etiquette.

One should not lose one's true nature just because one has become powerful through cultivation.

Wang Chao thought that Qiu Shanfei would take him to the palace, but as it turned out, he was overthinking it.

After many twists and turns, Wang Chao arrived at a rather spacious mansion.

Even through the gate, the dynasty could sense the dazzling lights inside.

When Wang Chao opened the gate of the mansion, he was stunned. This was too luxurious!

Clearly, this place has been carefully arranged, with thirty-two large lamps lit up inside the courtyard.

The headlights were covered with oil paper so that the smoke from them would rise into the air and not affect the air quality in the courtyard.

Each headlight has a unique pattern, and the headlight frame is made of a silver metal.

The headlights are exquisitely crafted, and it's clear that they must have cost a fortune.

The ground of the courtyard was covered with a thick layer of petals, which covered the ground and formed a natural carpet of colorful petals.

In the very center of the courtyard, there was a huge round table. At this moment, the four people came out from the inner hall.

He changed his clothes and looked greasy.

"Brother Chao."

A woman in a blue gauze dress walked gracefully towards them.

"Brigitte Li?"

Wang Chao was taken aback. Li Qingxia, dressed in women's clothing, had a unique charm.

The group ate 308 dishes, and the imperial kitchen in the palace had to bring out half of them.

The dynasty controlled its spiritual power and thoroughly enjoyed a gluttonous feast, a royal banquet that was almost comparable to the Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

When everyone was together, no one spoke any empty pleasantries, no one cared about the fact that the dynasty's cultivators were human, and no one cared about Li Qingxia's status as a princess of the Tang Dynasty.

Like close friends in the martial arts world, they can drink a thousand cups of wine without getting drunk, but they pretend to be drunk and lie down.

I'm afraid that after tonight, I won't know when I'll be able to indulge myself like this again.

After the banquet, Wang Chao carried a jar of old wine and strolled around the streets of Chang'an.

Being a stranger in a foreign land, Wang Chao would not have been able to integrate into this world if it weren't for Nangong Qingyu and a few friends.

Indeed, the reason it feels real is because it's based on emotion.

Night quietly falls, and Chang'an, known as the city that never sleeps, remains brightly lit.

A gentle breeze caressed my face, and the banners at the entrance of the tavern fluttered rhythmically.

The sky gradually darkened, and the air became humid.

A light mist and rain fell, dampening the ancient, carved railings, while people continued to laugh and chatter on the street.

The chill of the night couldn't dampen people's enthusiasm; the cries of vendors rose and fell.

The stalls along the street were surrounded by people, and the painted boats on the lake almost startled the river lanterns that were floating downstream.

The dynasty poles its way through the boat, sitting quietly at the bow, neither joyful nor sorrowful, amidst the bustling city, a lonely heart.

This Tang Dynasty is a warm place. If it weren't for the armor on their bodies, the dynasty would have liked to stay a few more days.