Mortal Mage

Chapter 105: Trivia of the Immortal City

The pavilion corridors connecting the boat and the fairy city were surrounded by many monks.

"My dear, would you like to stay at the Tianzihao Inn?"

"Hey, young master, do you need a girl to accompany you? They are all good girls in the foundation-building stage, and they can restore their virginity every night. Do you want to give it a try?"

A monk with a slightly thin figure and rather wretched appearance, holding a wooden sign in his hand, on which was written in scribbled words: [Special Offer for No. 1 Room]

The monk had an evil smile on his face and looked around.

The blue-gray Taoist robe he was wearing was covered with patches.

"roll!"

Xiyun uttered a word to the monk.

She held Zhang Mingxuan's wrist tightly with one hand, her expression tense.

"Sister, don't hold me back."

Zhang Mingxuan tried desperately to pry open Xiyun's hands with one hand, but Xiyun's hands were like iron chains and did not move at all.

His eyes were filled with resentment; "Big sister, you make me lose face."

"Oh my, my lady, I have a very nice room with all the facilities! I guarantee that you and this young master will be like newlyweds every night!"

The wretched monk was not annoyed at being driven away by Xi Yun, but followed Xi Yun and Zhang Mingxuan again.

"roll!"

"Jade lady! Don't be angry, I have a rejuvenation pill, please consider it!"

"What is the rejuvenation pill?"

Xiyun pulled Zhang Mingxuan and kept walking.

"If I can restore the beauty to her perfect state, then this young master will definitely be very willing!"

"How can you see that I am not a virgin?!"

Xiyun glared at the monk fiercely, a chill spreading from her body.

"You are not allowed to cast spells in the Immortal City! If you do it again, you will never be allowed to enter!"

A man in purple leaned against the beam in the corridor and shouted at Yun in a harsh voice.

Yun first glared at Zhang Mingxuan, then took a long breath, and then asked the wretched cultivator beside him, "How many days will it take to get from this Immortal City to the Immortal Fate Gate?"

"One month! This place is Dust Wind Continent, and it is still 200,000 miles away from Xianyuan Gate."

"Are there any rooms?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

The wretched immortal nodded frantically in response.

"A fair price?"

Zhang Mingxuan's wrists were sweaty from being squeezed by Xiyun. He asked while prying Xiyun's hands apart.

"Justice! Justice! Justice!"

The wretched cultivator nodded at Zhang Mingxuan and explained, "There are countless cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage in this Immortal City, and Golden Core cultivators are everywhere. I am just a third-level Qi Refining waiter, and I cannot afford to offend anyone. If I cheated anyone, I would have been killed with a single blow once I left the Immortal City."

"You two can rest assured!"

The wretched monk added.

"Okay, we need to stay for a month."

Xiyun continued.

"Okay! Follow me!"

The wretched monk strode forward and led the two of them out of the corridor.

"You two... one room or two?"

"one!"

"Two rooms!"

Xiyun and Zhang Mingxuan said at the same time.

Yun glared at Zhang Mingxuan angrily and repeated in a cold voice, "One room!"

"Hey, hey, okay."

The wretched monk nodded and said, "What kind of house do you two live in?"

"Room number one!"

"Yellow Room!"

Xiyun and Zhang Mingxuan said again at the same time.

Yun Yun pinched Zhang Mingxuan's wrist fiercely and repeated in a cold voice, "The Emperor's Room!"

"Hey, hey, OK!"

The wretched monk led the way with a smile, saying as he walked, "The room of the emperor is 10 low-grade spirit stones per day. You two will stay in the hotel for 30 days, which will cost you 300 low-grade spirit stones."

Yun glared at Zhang Mingxuan again.

"Why are you looking at me? If you want to stay in the Tianhao room, you have to pay for it yourself..."

Before Zhang Mingxuan could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist again. He gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes and said, "Let go. If you don't, how can I get the spirit stone?"

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"Hmm? Old man, you've screwed someone again?"

On the first floor of the Tianzi Pavilion, the shopkeeper who collected the money counted out one hundred and twenty spirit stones and looked at the two people behind the wretched monk with a smile on his face.

A charming woman holds a young man's wrist.

"What are you talking about? I'm doing serious business."

The wretched monk replied with a smile. He turned around and said sincerely, "You two, it's settled. The emperor's room. We in the Tianyi Sect always treat people with sincerity. You can only lie once. I promise you won't be cheated next time."

He patted the storage bag on his waist and swaggered out of the pavilion.