Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 569 - 369: Secret Plot, Selling Information, The Princess Must Maintain Her Dignity!

[Yuan Jun, elaborate.]

Gazing at the flickering Star Disc, Yi Chen was instantly jolted.

As the saying goes, with a hefty reward comes bravery, and there it was, the information about the Qilin Holy Helm, following Yi Chengzi's exceptionally generous offer.

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Due to the great distance, the Star Disc's messaging was somewhat slow, and with a thought, Yi Chen changed his appearance, now masquerading as a richly dressed gentleman strolling down the busiest Southern Street in the capital.

The capital was renowned for its splendor since ancient times, its fame even surpassing that of Shangdu, and thus many colloquial sayings circulated among the common people of Da Yue. Even a dog should pray to be born in the capital, reflecting the city's place in the hearts of the people of Central Continent.

"Yuexiao Pavilion? How intriguing," Yi Chen lifted his head, eyeing a glorious pavilion floating ten meters above the ground in the sky and squinted slightly.

Such a strong scent of tea.

On the staircase ten meters up, two beautiful and graceful immortals with their hair done up in flying celestial buns and veiled in white gauze stood at the entrance. Clad in flowing garments, their cold visages exuded an air of superiority that was unique to cultivators in the Qi Refinement Realm.

Although their cultivation seemed a bit inflated as if they weren't on the right path, there was no doubt they were cultivators in the Qi Refinement Realm.

This was the capital indeed, it sure had its own ways.

Even the two gatekeeping immortals, with their faintly distressed demeanor, had somewhat of a lesser version of Shi Feixuan's appeal, that chilling charm quite striking, complementing the towering pavilion and emanating a sense of luxury.

"Worthy of being the number one pavilion on Southern Street, the individual behind this establishment truly has their methods. I wonder if the Yuexiao Pavilion is as proper as it seems," muttered Yi Chen as he looked back and let out a sigh.

Their gazes met, and a young master who was flying a kite and walking a dog immediately paled and hurriedly left.

"Dad, they say the seafood at Yuexiao Pavilion is quite good. Why don't we go in and try it?" Miao Zi, now the size of a teacup cat, squeezed out of Yi Chen's collar and poked out its tiny head.

"Ah, you're really something, all right, let's go," Yi Chen showed a satisfied smile on his face, his hand continuously flipping three golden iron balls, his aura dominant and carefree as he rose into the air, walking toward the pavilion, showing off the mighty pressure of someone at the peak of the True Person Realm.

The two veiled women bowed slightly without a word, their movements revealing subtle cleavage and full curves. Their cold demeanor mixed with a hint of defiance, and with his wealth of experience, Yi Chen could tell these fairies were experts at enchanting men and had undergone professional training of the highest quality.

This was the capital!

To glimpse the leopard through the tube; such meticulous attention even to the entrance details made one endlessly speculate. If the entrance was already like this, then inside must literally be taking off.

Alas, after seeing much of the world, Yi Chen no longer felt as excited as he had over a year ago.

With the strength displayed by Yi Chen, he could barely reach the fifth floor in the rigidly hierarchical Yuexiao Pavilion.

"Young master, may I ask how many noble guests are there?" a maiden with her hair neatly tied in a bun approached demurely.

"Two, and there's one more yet to arrive. Reserve the Sky Overturning Hawk private room for us and arrange a feast for my spirit beast as well, a full fish banquet." Yi Chen stuck to his usual ways.

"Bring up all your specialties, but no rice and no vegetarian dishes, understand?"

After the maiden left, Yi Chen walked up to the private room. Right in front was a semi-open crystal railing, and looking down from there was a high platform.

At this moment, a gaudily dressed noble young master was shaking his head and swaggering as he recited poetry, while across from him sat a female cultivator with an ethereal temperament, playing the zither.

"Jin Ou lives in the eastern imperial city, where beautiful verses are fresh as the wind over the lake."

"Recently in the capital, Liu Ying is praised, with a charm like peaches, the most beautiful among women."

"Bravo! Master Qian, what fine poetry, what literary grace! Lady Liu is not only beautiful, her zither skills have improved again and are absolutely exquisite!"

Like Yi Chen, many onlookers were leaning on the crystal balustrade above, loudly cheering on the scene below.

Unlike Yi Chen, these crowd-pleasers were accompanied by beautiful companions, at least one by their side and as many as six or seven. They were surrounded and supported by them, truly showing their status.

Above the fifth floor, many scions of powerful families cast challenging and disdainful looks at Yi Chen, obviously considering him an outsider who had come to the capital on a 'budget trip' to see the world.

Yi Chen didn't care and entered the private room.

If one desires to quickly understand the foundation of a power, the fastest way is to visit places like Yuexiao Pavilion.

The aspirations of the second generation largely reflect the future temperament of a dynasty.

In the era of immense upheavals about to unfold between the Eastern and Central Continents, today's capital still seems to possess the beauty of singing 'court-yard flowers from the other side of the river.'

At this time, Yi Chen was coming to understand Yue Qingping's actions more and more.

Da Yue could never possibly be a match for Great Qin.

While both indulge in pleasures, the youth of Great Qin treat female company merely as an embellishment, focusing more on cultivation, the grand situation of the world, strategies, and ambition.

As for the capital, everywhere Yi Chen looked, there was no shortage of powdered and perfumed delicate pretty boys, fostering an atmosphere that esteemed the feminine and soft as beauty, too thick with the scent of rouge.

With such low purity, how could they manage the country properly?

They might as well fight their battles with Flying Swords while striking a dainty pose, then perhaps Great Qin's youth wouldn't beat the crap out of them so thoroughly that they'd be clean.

"Peach blossoms make the beauty among women stand out," a good poem indeed, yet inappropriate in this context. If someone stood on the high platform to analyze the situation, pointing out the dangers, Yi Chen might think more highly of them.

Delicate dishes one after another were served up like flowing water.

Exceptionally delicate and attractive, yet it made Yi Chen frown deeply.