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Chapter 492, a high-energy chapter, has been updated! Read it now:

When it was Shen Mo's group's turn, a Golden Core stage early-stage guard with an expressionless face blocked their way: "Those entering the city, please show your identification and pay the city entry tax. Ten mid-grade spirit stones per person. If you stay for more than three days, you will need to pay the tax again."

Ten mid-grade spirit stones are equivalent to a thousand low-grade spirit stones! And that's just the entrance fee! Even though Shen Mo was somewhat prepared, he couldn't help but gasp inwardly. This Myriad Laws City truly is a place where every inch of land is precious.

Shi Tie and the others' eyelids twitched in disbelief. In the Southern Region, their sect's annual offerings amounted to only a few dozen to a hundred mid-grade spirit stones. And now they were going to hand over ten? And this was just an entry fee?

Shen Mo didn't say much, took out the "Tianyuan Token" issued by the Sky Patrol Pavilion, and handed it over.

The guard took the token, scanned it with his divine sense, and his cold, businesslike expression immediately changed, becoming more solemn and polite.

He carefully examined the authenticity of the token, then looked at Shen Mo and the Qingyun Sect disciples behind him before handing the token back with both hands.

"So it's Sect Leader Shen and his esteemed disciple from the Qingyun Sect, who are attending the Tianyuan Conference. My apologies." The guard's tone softened considerably. "Those who possess the Tianyuan Token are exempt from the city's entry tax. Please enter the city through the VIP passage on the left. A guide will lead you to the inn area prepared for the conference participants."

As he spoke, he stepped aside, indicating a much wider passage with far fewer people in line.

"Thank you for your trouble." Shen Mo nodded, put away the Tianyuan Token, and led everyone through the VIP passage into the city gate.

Passing through that deep doorway felt like crossing an invisible boundary.

The clamor inside the door suddenly amplified several times over, and all sorts of lights, colors, and smells surged in like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming everyone's senses.

Before them stretched a straight and incredibly wide street, its surface paved with smooth, mirror-like blue jade that remained spotless even under the trampling of crowds.

The streets are lined with rows of shops and buildings, some more than ten stories high and others three or four stories high. Each building has a unique design and is exquisitely beautiful.

Banners fluttered and precious lights shone, illuminating the entire street with dazzling brilliance.

The goods sold in the shops are dazzling.

There is a "Gold and Stone Pavilion" that specializes in selling ores of various attributes and grades. At the entrance, there is a "Star Iron" the size of a human head that contains starlight, as well as "Molten Gold" that is completely red and scorching hot.

The "Bai Cao Tang" shop has a strong medicinal aroma, and its windows display lifelike thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and crystal-clear snow jade ginseng.

There is a chilling "Divine Weapon Tower" with all kinds of weapons, including swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, emanating a spiritual light.

The "Tianfu Pavilion," where talismans flutter, exudes a strong spiritual energy that can be felt from a great distance.

There are also many strange shops selling items never heard of in the Southern Region—jade chimes that can play music on their own, array plates that can conjure miniature landscapes, glass bottles containing a wisp of strange fire, and even cages that imprison bizarre little beasts...

The pedestrians were a diverse group. Some wore Taoist robes and tall hats, exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom; others were dressed in tight-fitting clothes and short jackets, displaying a fierce and imposing presence; some were dressed in fine clothes and surrounded by attendants; and still others wore simple clothes and straw sandals, traveling alone.

Those with high cultivation levels had the aura of Golden Core appearing; those with lower cultivation levels were also busy running around.

In the air, small flying discs carrying people or cargo occasionally glide quickly along fixed low-altitude tracks in an orderly fashion.

"This...this is too..." Li Xiaocao was dizzy from looking at it, and she followed closely behind A Tu, afraid of getting lost. A Tu was almost the same, his eyes couldn't take it all in, looking this way and that, unconsciously making "wow" and "ah" sounds of amazement.

Although Shi Tie and Wang Hu tried their best to remain calm, their constantly shifting gazes and slightly dilated pupils betrayed the shock they felt.

Young disciples like Zhao Ming and Sun Hai were completely dumbfounded, like country bumpkins entering a grand garden.

Even the usually aloof Zhao Qingyan couldn't help but stop and look at a shop with array formations floating at its entrance, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

Although Su Xiao remained hidden behind the others, her aura concealed, Shen Mo could sense that her divine sense was like an invisible net, rapidly scanning and recording the surrounding environment, people, and potential threats.

Shen Mo took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in his heart. He scanned the area with his divine sense and soon saw an exceptionally tall and magnificent seven-story pavilion at the end of the street. At the top of the pavilion hung a huge emblem of a treasure basin surrounded by countless magical artifacts—the Treasure Pavilion.

"Go there." Shen Mo pointed to the Treasure Pavilion. Before leaving, Chen Hao had specifically instructed that if needed, one could go to the Treasure Pavilion's branches in various cities, mention his name, and he could do some favors.

The group walked through the bustling crowd toward the Treasure Pavilion.

Their group naturally attracted a lot of attention along the way. Dressed simply and uniformly, with varying levels of cultivation, they were clearly a sect from some small place. In the main street of Wanfa City, where powerful figures and extraordinary people gathered, they seemed somewhat out of place.

Upon reaching the entrance of the Treasure Pavilion, its grandeur was even more extraordinary. The two Qilin beasts carved from some kind of spiritual jade at the entrance alone, used as guardians of the house, emitted spiritual energy fluctuations comparable to those of the late Foundation Establishment stage.

The gate was wide open, and cultivators came and went in an endless stream, each dressed in fine clothes and exuding an extraordinary aura.

As soon as Shen Mo stepped inside, a middle-aged manager dressed in a moon-white robe with a friendly smile came to greet him.

The manager was quite powerful, having already reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage. His gaze swept over Shen Mo and the others, lingering particularly on Shen Mo. His smile remained unchanged, and his tone was gentle: "Fellow Daoists, you are unfamiliar faces. Is this your first time visiting the Myriad Laws Branch of Treasure Pavilion? What do you need? Our pavilion has everything: pills, magic tools, talismans, array plates, spiritual materials, and intelligence. All prices are fair and honest."

"I'm looking for the person in charge here," Shen Mo said directly. "Chen Hao, the manager of Baicao Pavilion in the Southern Region, sent me."

A glint flashed in the middle-aged manager's eyes, and his smile became even more sincere: "So you're a friend of Manager Chen! My apologies! The manager is upstairs handling some miscellaneous matters. Fellow Daoist, please come with me to the private room for a short rest. I'll go and inform him right away."

He led Shen Mo and the others to a private room on the first floor separated by a screen, served them spiritual tea, apologized, and hurriedly went upstairs.

The private room was elegantly furnished, with a calming array in operation, isolating it from the outside noise. Everyone sat down and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"This Treasure Pavilion... is truly magnificent." Li Xiaocao sipped her spiritual tea, but her eyes couldn't help but glance at the dazzling goods displayed in the outer hall.

"The Treasure Pavilion's business spans the Eastern Wilderness, its wealth rivals that of a nation, and it has dealings with many major sects and powerful families. Its foundation is unfathomable," Zhao Qingyan said in a low voice. "Manager Chen Hao's ability to establish this connection is a great help to us."

Shortly after, footsteps were heard, and the door to the private room was pushed open.

The middle-aged manager led in an elderly man who looked to be about fifty years old, wearing a dark purple robe embroidered with gold patterns, with a round face, three long wisps of beard, and wearing a dark purple robe embroidered with gold patterns.

The old man exuded a calm and collected aura, clearly a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator. His eyes revealed the shrewdness characteristic of a merchant, yet he wore a perfectly appropriate warm smile.