My Informative Cultivation Life

That's where we're headed," Hong Bo said with a smile.

"Old Hong, it seems your life as an independent cultivator hasn't been in vain. You know how to enjoy life. I, who live in the sea, am not as familiar with these places as you are. In these past thousands of years, you must have visited quite a few places," Hai Ming said with a smile and a playful tone.

The group had unexpectedly fallen into the Death Mist and had spent at least a thousand years in Mu Yuan's broken world, getting to know one another well.

Now, their conversations were lively and carefree.

"To live life to the fullest when fortune smiles on you, you must travel the vast world, experience its beauty, which is also beneficial for enlightenment," Hong Bo laughed.

"Indeed, indeed, you really know how to live freely and easily, Old Hong. That's truly enviable," Feng Ran of the Sword Sect said with a laugh.

"I'm envious of all of you who hold positions of high authority within your sects and are admired by others, unlike me who has weathered all kinds of hardship in the mortal realm," Hong Bo said, shaking his head with a laugh and then pointed ahead, "That's Wind Spirit Island up there."

The group flew through the clouds and mist, and a huge island slowly took shape before them.

Hong Bo led the way, flying straight toward a tall and grand tavern at the island's center.

Seven streaks of light suddenly descended, and looking up, they saw the name "Xianlai Restaurant" inscribed on the tavern's signboard.

"Xianlai Restaurant is quite a power; their business spans across the Myriad Realms," Mu Yuan commented casually as he looked at the sign.

"Oh?" The group, having heard Mu Yuan speak thus, asked with curiosity, "How does Xianlai Restaurant compare with the Myriad Realms Commerce Alliance?"

"It's similar. One specializes in running taverns and serving food and drink, the other in selling Magical Treasures and Medicine Pills. Both are extremely powerful. As long as you have the money, Xianlai Restaurant can even get you Dragon Liver or Phoenix Gall. The Dragon Liver here is from a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, not the liver of some lesser Serpent or viper," Mu Yuan explained.

"Liver of a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon?" The group couldn't help but express their shock, "The Dragon Race is notorious for their protective nature, and the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon is a core lineage within their race. Does Xianlai Restaurant dare to serve the liver of a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon? Aren't they afraid of incurring the Dragon Race's wrath?"

"There's nothing to be surprised about. Once your strength reaches the Mahayana level, able to break through the barriers of worlds and freely traverse among realms, you'll find that the vast world is full of wonders. Just eating Dragon Liver is nothing remarkable," Mu Yuan said indifferently.

Just eating Dragon Liver...Such is the magnitude of a great figure, making the extraordinary seem trivial with their casual words, hinting at immense power.

"Hehe, let's go inside. Although this small place doesn't have Dragon Liver, I will do my best to take care of you. I'll ask the manager here to bring out the finest Spiritual Ingredients and fine wines," Hong Bo laughed.

The group nodded and walked in.

Xianlai Restaurant was grandiose and opulent, resembling an Imperial Palace, with floors upon floors, each laced with Formations and faint Spiritual Light.

It was unlike the boisterous and crowded ordinary taverns, but rather, it was extremely quiet, clearly a place of high elegance.

No sooner had they entered than they were greeted by a beautiful young woman who smiled sweetly and said, "Do the honored guests have a reservation?"

"No!" Hong Bo said indifferently.

"I'm sorry, honored guests, our establishment requires advance reservations. Might I suggest that you schedule a date now?" The young woman said with a gentle smile, taking out a calendar Magical Treasure and presenting it to Hong Bo.

"Need a reservation to drink?" Feng Ran raised an eyebrow and swept the area with his Divine Sense, "Aren't all these rooms empty? Isn't it against reason to turn away guests?"

"Qing Yuann, step back and let me attend to these guests." At this moment, a voice sounded and a woman in a white gown with an extraordinary aura slowly approached. Her cultivation was at the late stages of Divinity Transformation.

"I am Qing Ling, the deputy manager of Xianlai Restaurant. I find the eminent guests somewhat unfamiliar; you must be here for the first time," the woman said with a smile, subtly scrutinizing the group, internally shocked to discover that she could only see through the cultivation of one member. The rest were unfathomable, like the depths of the ocean, impossible to gauge.

She was quite taken aback, clearly realizing that these individuals' strengths were all above Divinity Transformation.

"I was here a thousand years ago," Hong Bo stated simply.

Surprise flashed in Qing Ling's eyes, and she said warmly, "Please, elders, come to the thirty-third heaven, the 'A' suites."

"Thirty-third heaven?" Yang Ji looked up curiously, examining the place. Following Qing Ling's lead, he flew up to the topmost floor.

"The Mystic Treasure Pagoda is in the hands of Xianlai Restaurant, and the thirty-three heavens of the tavern must be a nod to this significance," Mu Yuan commented.

"The Mystic Treasure Pagoda? What kind of treasure is that?" Yang Ji inquired.

"The Mystic Treasure Pagoda once was the World-Stabilizing Treasure of the Mystic Heaven Cultivation Realm. The one in Xianlai Restaurant's possession is the only replica in the Myriad Realms, a powerful Immortal Artifact," Mu Yuan explained.

"Senior's knowledge is truly impressive," Qing Ling looked at Mu Yuan, the Great Sage, and then pushed open the door of Room Jia, saying, "Honored seniors, please take a seat inside. There's a menu on the table, which is a Magical Treasure. Whatever the honored seniors wish to eat, you only need to touch the name of the dish on the menu and the kitchen below will prepare it accordingly."

"Alright, you may go attend to your other duties," Hong Bo said indifferently.

"If the honored seniors need anything, just say the word. I shall take my leave now," Qing Ling said with a slight smile and left the room.

Yang Ji glanced at the menu and couldn't help but tighten his purse strings.

Nine Yin Dragon Earthworm, Rainbow Flower Pig, Whitewood Holy Fruit, Thousand-Year Monkey Wine, Five-Color Spiritual Lotus... Bear King's Paw.

Each of these items was incredibly valuable, and Yang Ji didn't have enough Medicine Pills or Spirit Stones on him to buy even a few of them.

The value of these Spiritual Ingredients would surely double if they were further processed?

This Xianlai Restaurant really knows how to make money, Yang Ji couldn't help but sigh.

Today, he could only mooch off a high-end banquet.

...

Outside Wind Spirit Island, one person in a yellow robe and two in black cloaks were hastening towards the island.

If Yang Ji had been there, he would have recognized that the person in the yellow robe was Liu Emperor.

At the moment, he seemed to have forgotten the pain of losing his son and said with a cheerful smile, "Having two Demon Envoys visit, I must host a welcome for you. I have reserved a room at Xianlai Restaurant, and today I swear to drink to our hearts' content with the two envoys."

"Lord Liu is too courteous," the voices of the two in black cloaks were extremely deep and carried a chilling tone.

"I hope that in the future, the two envoys will put in a few good words for me in front of the Demon Lord," Liu Emperor said with a fawning smile.

"Of course, of course," the two in black cloaks replied in their low voices, seemingly unemotional.

Just as the three were approaching the island, suddenly a figure flew from ahead and landed in front of Liu Emperor, panicked, "Lord, I think I saw 'that person' at Xianlai Restaurant a moment ago."

"Which person?" Liu Emperor asked in a deep voice.

"The one who killed your son."

"What?" Liu Emperor burst into rage, and a towering murderous intent surged to the skies.

"Despicable, he didn't die in the Death Mist! Well then, I shall personally put an end to your life."

...

At Wind Spirit Island, in Xianlai Restaurant, a party of four arrived with a murderous aura, heading straight for the thirty-third floor, unstoppable even by Qing Ling.

"You whelp, your blood debt must be paid in blood!"

The voice roared like Shocking Thunder, reverberating between the thirty-three levels of the restaurant, causing all the Formations to burst forth with Spiritual Light.

Everyone inside the building felt as if thunder had struck next to their ears, their eardrums buzzing loudly.

For a moment, the entire pagoda was suddenly silent as death, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Then there was a loud bang, as the door to Room Jia on the thirty-third floor was kicked open, sending wooden splinters flying.

"You whelp, I want you..."

The murder-filled Liu Emperor appeared in the doorway, but in the blink of an eye, the murderous intent on his face stalled.

Because he realized that all five people in the room were angry and ready for action, their cold stares alone making his heart skip a beat.

Such a presence, Fushion Technique experts?

Five Fushion Technique experts?

How is that possible?

The usually arrogant Liu Emperor felt a chill down his spine, his soul trembling violently. In the next moment, he forced an extremely awkward smile on his face and bowed obsequiously, saying, "Honored predecessors, I am sorry... I... I have entered the wrong room, my apologies for the disturbance."