Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Spiritual Immortal Pavilion

  The gate opens onto a wide main street, and Tang Hao's five people walk on this main street, surrounded by abandoned shops. Judging from the width of the main street and the density of the surrounding shops, it is easy to guess that this was once a very prosperous market.

  Some abandoned shops even have some leftover herbs, but they have lost their original spirituality.

  "Still-spirit grass!" Fatso exclaimed in surprise at seeing the herb.

  The man in blue listened to Fatty's words and suddenly became interested, asking: "Brother, do you know what this thing is?"

  Fatso shook his head regretfully, "I've also seen it in books. It's a spiritual medicine that treats damage to the primordial spirit. It even has a great effect on Nascent Soul cultivators. However, it has lost its spirituality and can't be used anymore."

  The things that Yuan Ying Shu Shi needs are definitely not cheap, but the fact that such rare items can appear in a peripheral store like this can only be due to two reasons: either the store owner is no ordinary person, or the mysterious sect of Xuan Yin Mountain Range has immense power and prestige, so much so that he doesn't even bother with outsiders trying to snatch them.

  The five of them couldn't help but take a deep breath, they knew they were lifting the mysterious veil of a super-large pie. If they succeeded, the harvest would be self-evident, and if they failed, their lives might be in danger. However, human curiosity is extremely strong, which made the five continue to explore this lost world.

  Along the way, they passed by countless shops, selling all sorts of things, but they all had one thing in common: on the middle of their door beams was a identical symbol - five half-moon jade rings encircling each other to form a peculiar flower pattern. Although the colors of the patterns had faded, it was still possible to make out their original hues: white, green, black, red and yellow. It was clear that this was the emblem of the mysterious sect in the Xuan Yin mountain range, but unlike the Miao Feng Sect, which used gold, perhaps they disdained to use such a hierarchical system to mark themselves.

  After walking for a while, the crowd found that the road ahead was blocked by a seal. Tang Hao took a closer look and saw that this seal wasn't a defensive seal, but rather a large coffin lid pressed into the ground, sealing everything in front of it tightly.

  Everyone had no choice but to walk into a small alley next to it, which seemed to be where ordinary people lived. The street was just a vegetable market.

  It seems that people here are in a hurry to leave, although valuable items have been moved away, many daily necessities are still left behind. There are still some vegetable stalls on the street, with some rotten vegetables remaining, it can be imagined that the owner of the stall may not have had time to clean up his stall before leaving with his family from this place where he has lived and grown for a long time.

  "What exactly happened here, it seems like everyone suddenly withdrew." The woman in purple clothes said doubtfully.

  Everyone else also showed a look of confusion, the woman in yellow clothes sneered: "Compared to this, I'm more interested in how ordinary people can live in such a prosperous cultivation market."

  Tang Hao hated those cultivators who looked down on ordinary people. Cultivators were just reborn with a slightly better fate, otherwise they would still be ordinary people without spiritual roots, and maybe even struggling to survive. Ordinary people relied on their own hands to work hard, support their families, and create wealth for society. Compared to those cultivators who only knew how to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and did nothing but pursue immortality, Tang Hao didn't know where their greatness had gone.

  Everyone walked to the end of the vegetable market and saw a 20-meter-wide square platform. The woman in purple clothes exclaimed, "What is this? Why set up a high platform in the middle of the vegetable market?"

  The fatty sneered: "What's so special about ordinary people's things? It must be the stage they use for their performances."

  The man in blue thought deeply: "No, although it has been thousands of years, I can still feel the strong resentment here, as if left by the cultivator."

  The woman in purple shouted: "Everyone look here!" The crowd followed the voice of the woman in purple and saw that she was staring at several stone tablets.

  Tang Hao walked over to take a look, and here there were dozens of stone stele, the top of the stele was a stone sword hilt, as if it was staring at this stele tightly.

  On the stone tablet, there are words: Wang Xuanshan, a mid-term cultivator of Yuanying, originally the chief law enforcement officer of the inner courtyard of Baijin Gate. In the 154th year of Huangyao, he intentionally killed farmer Wang Laosan and his family of four. According to the door rules, beheading was demonstrated to the public. This tablet is specially erected, and the disciples of Wenglinglei Pavilion take it as a warning.

  Zhao Hongxin, a mid-term cultivator of the Yuanying sect, originally an elder of the inner courtyard of the Baijin Gate. In the 173rd year of Huangyao, he raped Miss Xu, and afterwards exterminated her entire family of over thirty people. According to the sect's rules, he was executed by lingchi. This stele is erected as a warning to all disciples of the Wangling Xiangong.

  ……

  Tang Hao realized that this was not a stage, but an execution ground, a place where cultivators were beheaded. Even if a cultivator killed a mortal, they would still be punished by the sect's rules.

  Tang Hao didn't know why a massive object would suddenly collapse, but his ideal world was like this: people could make their lives better and longer through their own efforts, but no matter what, everyone should be equal in essence.

  The woman in yellow robes sneered: "Yuanyang cultivators kill ordinary people by beheading, no wonder this sect will disappear."

  Tang Hao looked at the woman in yellow with disgust, and suddenly three words flashed through his mind - Huo Yao, Ling Xian Pavilion. What a familiar name! Tang Hao remembered that it was Huang Xia, the Spirit Servant of the Devouring Spirit, who said that the sect created by the Huoyang Demon Emperor in the mortal world was indeed the Ling Xian Pavilion.

  Tang Hao originally had some rejection of his past life identity, because he was still somewhat unacceptable to this sudden past life, but looking at everything in front of him, Tang Hao gradually had a sense of recognition for his past life.

  Tang Hao turned his head to take a look at the original vegetable market, feeling so familiar. Tang Hao suddenly felt dizzy, only to see that his body was out of control again, and the original green short skirt was replaced by a colorful palace dress. Spiritual power also poured into his body continuously, which was not comparable to the original yellow-level spiritual root, and at least it looked like a heavenly-level spiritual root.

  The four people and the stone monument had disappeared, while this desolate vegetable market was bustling with cars and horses, and the sound of peddlers calling out to customers was endless, everything was full of vitality.

  A woman in white appeared before Tang Hao, her figure was perfect, all parts perfectly embedded together, not a single flaw could be found, her whole body was surrounded by an aura of immortals, making people feel as if she were a goddess from heaven. However, her face was shrouded in mist, so that one couldn't see her features, but for some reason, one could still sense her expression.

  The woman smiled at Tang Hao and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you thinking of other women? Be careful or I'll make you go back to kneel on the washboard." After finishing speaking, she walked over and grabbed Tang Hao's hand.

  Tang Hao didn't know who the woman was, but he felt extremely familiar with her. Tang Hao knew that she should be the wife of the Huoyang Demon Emperor.

  The woman pulled Tang Huan through the market, and he suddenly felt that someone was following him. He turned his head to look back and found five women dressed in white, green, black, red, and yellow clothes, like fairy maidens, who seemed to be his maidservants. Tang Huan's eyes stopped on the woman in yellow, who was unmistakably Huang Xia, whom he had met at Liuyun Gate, but with less desolation and more joy in her eyes.

  "House Master, Deputy House Master, and several Elders, have a pear." An old man brought over a basket of pears and walked in front of Tang Hao. The woman in white took a snow pear from the basket, took a bite, and said, "It's really sweet! Just picked?"

  The old man nodded and smiled: "Yes, I, Wang Lao Han, dare not say anything else, but the snow pear trees I planted are unmatched in all directions."

  The woman in white smiled and said: "I'll take them all. White Orchid, pay the bill." She then looked at the white-clad maid beside her.

  "Whatever can't be taken from your money, if it weren't for the Lingxian Pavilion calling the wind and rain every year to dispel evil and avoid disasters for us ordinary people, we wouldn't have such a good harvest, how can I take your money?"

  The woman in white laughed and said: "That's what we should do. Besides, didn't we take the spiritual medicine you planted for nothing?"

  "Milady, I didn't bring any Yunqi Dan with me when I came out, only some low-grade Ling stones."

  The woman in white said disdainfully, "Just give it directly, it's not easy for Old Wang to support a family." After finishing speaking, she directly took out a piece of spiritual stone from Bai Lan's hand and handed it to the old man.

  Bai Lan glanced at Tang Hao, seeing that he didn't object, she stopped talking. Bai Lan seemed to be a meticulous person, otherwise Huang Yang wouldn't have handed over the financial power to her management.

  Along the way, many ordinary people sent Tang Hao the melons and fruits they had grown. Seeing the grateful eyes of these people, Tang Hao seemed to be enjoying himself, which suddenly gave him a sense that he was indeed the true Emperor of the Huanyang Empire.

  "Why haven't you spoken all along the way?" The woman in white asked as she turned her head back.

  Tang Hao didn't know why he could control his body this time, and he really didn't know how to explain it. Just as he was still thinking about how to answer, he was suddenly pushed by someone, and Tang Hao instantly returned to reality.