We bear people have power

After telling Wu Meiniang the whole story, Guan Bo asked, "What do you think?"

From the communication sphere came Wu Meiniang's domineering voice: "Take the benefits first, then send this dragon girl to me to be my female official. Give me some time, and I guarantee I'll make her obedient. Maybe I can even squeeze some benefits out of the West Sea Dragon Clan."

For some reason, Guan Bo felt quite at ease hearing such arrogant words; it felt so good to be a hands-off manager.

Shen Xiaoba dictated the first half of the Dragon Clan's secret technique to Guan Bo, which, when compared with the second half by the Well Dragon King, confirmed that it was indeed a complete spell. However, this spell was much more complex than Guan Bo had imagined; it even required the extraction of true dragon blood as a medium for casting the spell, in order for the Dragon Clan to give birth to offspring with true dragon bloodlines.

No wonder this kind of magic can only be used by two dragons together during their wedding. This "true dragon blood" refers to the blood of the dragon maiden's first virginity. Guan Bo looked embarrassed when he heard this, but Shen Xiaoba remained calm and didn't mind at all.

This spell is not suitable for use on mortals, but when Guan Bo stored this secret technique into the golden magic sphere, the Kunlun Jade Book transmitted new information. By referring to this secret technique, it would only take one day to deduce the spell Guan Bo wanted, and the spiritual energy consumed would be halved compared to before.

"Sure enough, the more detailed and comprehensive the relevant information and intelligence provided, the better the simulation results," Guan Bo remarked.

This Kunlun Jade Book is like a supercomputer in the world of immortals and heroes. The more detailed the preliminary data you provide, the lower the computing resources consumed, and the faster and easier it will be to calculate the result.

Having obtained the Dragon Clan's secret technique, the matter was considered settled. The Crocodile Dragon, looking displeased, carried his sister on his back and followed behind Guan Bo. Shen Xiaoba, having been demoted to a mortal, no longer possessed the ability to freely open passages for Guan Bo to enter and exit Yaochi. The Crocodile Dragon, this unruly child not yet five hundred years old, was naturally still learning and did not understand such profound magic.

Therefore, these three could only leave Yaochi by flying.

Fortunately, Shen Xiaoba was also a frequent visitor to Yaochi and knew the way well. He led Guan Bo around places that might cause trouble and left Yaochi after many twists and turns.

Stepping out of this blessed land, Guan Bo felt even the air was fresher. This trip to Yaochi had been thrilling; a little less luck and he might have perished here. Thinking of this, Guan Bo couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed.

However, the thought that Shen Xiaoba would soon be disciplined by the ruthless Empress Wu Zetian made him feel much better. He believed that the future empress's methods would ensure Shen Xiaoba didn't have an easy time.

After leaving Yaochi, Guan Bo had no intention of wasting time dawdling with Shen Xiaoba and her brother. He set up his lotus platform and flew towards Sickle Hammer City. As for when the two of them would arrive, Guan Bo didn't care at all. Anyway, he had already obtained the secret technique, and it was better if they didn't bother him in Sickle Hammer City.

The lotus platform moved extremely fast, and it didn't take long for Guan Bo to fly to Sickle Hammer City, where he found a thriving, peaceful, and prosperous scene.

After this period of development, Lianchui City has become quite well-known in the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty. Many caravans travel from afar just to buy a few cartloads of cement powder to take back with them.

Today, this cement powder bearing the hammer and sickle emblem has become an essential material for building cities and repairing roads in various countries. Many small countries have even begun to use cement to repair trade routes, hoping to attract caravans like Hammer City.

The entire trade route in the Western Regions was developing at an extremely high speed.

The city of Sickle and Hammer, which supplied cement powder, became the center and leader of commercial development among various countries. The residents of Sickle and Hammer were naturally proud of this, and they walked the streets with particularly high spirits.

Guan Bo had only ever seen this kind of attitude in Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty. And even in the Tang Dynasty, apart from the people of big cities like Chang'an who had a mysterious self-confidence, other cities did not possess this kind of arrogance of a celestial empire.

The cement trade has made the people of Sickle Hammer City wealthy, and now it's rare to see anyone wearing patched clothes in the streets. With the development of the sericulture industry, it's likely that silk will soon be widely available in Sickle Hammer City—something even Chang'an couldn't achieve.

Guan Bo was quite pleased to see this scene. All the hardships he had endured, doing so many things unrelated to cultivation, were simply to improve the lives of the people and make this world closer to the prosperous era he had lived in his previous life.

"We ordinary folks are really happy today, really, really happy..." Guan Bo simply put away the lotus platform, mingled in the crowd, and hummed a tuneless song as he walked into the city.

His appearance—wearing a white robe, with disheveled hair and bare feet—looked somewhat strange, but Guan Bo was handsome and had an extraordinary temperament. Although he attracted attention, no one would mistake him for a starving refugee just because he wasn't wearing shoes.

Guan Bo also felt that he was being too flamboyant, so he used a trick to make ordinary people see him as just a slightly handsome young man, without being able to see the ethereal and otherworldly aura he possessed.

Lost in the crowd, Guan Bo walked to the city gate.

Sicklehammer City only charges an entrance tax once, calculated per person, but it's not expensive. Just as Guan Bo was about to pay, the guards stopped him, asking, "Who are you? Where are you from? Do you have a travel permit?"

Travel permits were crucial credentials for travelers in this era. Even Tang Sanzang, on his journey to the West, carried a travel document. Firstly, it served as a backdrop to the Tang Dynasty, protecting him among mortals; secondly, it acted as identification, preventing him from being mistaken for a criminal.

After all, in this era, only notorious bandits and those with serious criminal records would roam around freely; ordinary people would almost never travel more than a hundred miles in their entire lives. Merchants, on the other hand, needed these travel permits to prove their origins.

Most of the gatekeepers of Sicklehammer City were originally from the Jianghu (martial arts world) such as the Demon Extermination Alliance. After being recruited, they directly became the guards of Sicklehammer City and were also used as constables. They were the only violent law enforcement agency in the city.

The soldier who stopped Guan Bo had dark skin and was probably only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his eyes shone with a restrained brilliance, and his arms seemed to hold immense strength. He was a young master with considerable martial arts skills. No wonder he was sent here to guard the gate; this represented the face of Sicklehammer City.

The soldier saw that everyone else had their travel permits in hand, but Guan Bo walked into the city in a grand manner, completely oblivious to his surroundings, so he stopped him.

It wasn't that he was intentionally making things difficult, but this person's eyesight was much better than that of ordinary people. He could see that Guan Bo was somewhat extraordinary, but he didn't know what was so special about him, so he decided to question him.

Guan Bo scratched his head. He could conjure the travel permit with magic, but he'd never actually seen one and had no idea what it should look like. His eyes darted to the others, and the young soldier noticed Guan Bo's movement. He blocked Guan Bo's path with his long staff and shouted, "Who are you? Hand over your travel permit now, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

This man, who had also experienced the siege of the beastmen, was naturally extra cautious of Guan Bo, whose behavior was so strange. Just as Guan Bo was about to use magic to confuse the other party and sneak into the city, he heard someone behind him say, "Young man, please don't make a move. This is a hanger-on from our caravan. He just got separated by accident. Here is your travel permit. Please take a look."

A tall, thin man in a long robe handed a bamboo-like object to the guard behind him.