Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

As Lin Fan and his companions stepped into the huge gate of Yunxiao City, they could hear the cultivators' heated discussion about the sword mark.

Every voice was filled with admiration and yearning, as if the sword mark was not only a mark, but also a manifestation of the supreme truth of swordsmanship.

"This sword has a profound meaning!"

A young monk's eyes were shining, and the pen in his hand danced rapidly on the paper, trying to capture the deep meaning contained in the sword marks.

"The Sword God is the Sword God. A casual strike of his sword can make us comprehend for so long!"

Another monk was filled with emotion. In front of him were several sheets of paper filled with notes and thoughts. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with the results of his understanding.

The monks gathered around the plaque, and each of them was trying their best to comprehend the sword intent contained in the sword mark.

The sound of their discussion was like a gentle breeze blowing through Lin Fan's heart, making him curious about this so-called "Sword God".

"Sword intention, the sword moves at will, the intention moves with the sword, the sword and intention are united, only then can such a wonderful sword be used at will!"

A white-haired old man said this earnestly, his eyes seemed to be staring into the abyss, as if he could see through the sword mark and see the moment when the Sword God swung the sword.

In this atmosphere, Lin Fan couldn't help but walk towards a cultivator who was concentrating on his meditation and asked, "Excuse me, is the Sword God you are talking about Li Shentong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of dissatisfaction and surprise.

"How dare you! You think you can mention the Sword God's name?"

A monk rebuked with a serious look.

The eyes of this cultivator flashed with a dignity that could not be violated, as if Lin Fan's question had violated the sacredness in his heart.

Lin Fan was slightly stunned. He did not expect this question to cause such a big reaction.

The monk's eyes flashed with inviolable majesty, as if Lin Fan's question was a blasphemy to the holy faith in his heart, causing the originally lively discussion to suddenly be filled with a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

"It's not surprising that a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage doesn't know who the Sword God is."

A cultivator who was watching said this with contempt, his words full of contempt for Lin Fan's cultivation.

"It's wrong for a cultivator at the peak of foundation building to not know the Sword God!"

Another cultivator followed, his voice carrying a hint of sarcasm, as if Lin Fan's ignorance was a sin in their eyes.

The monks who were watching all turned their eyes to Lin Fan, their gazes filled with curiosity, disdain and even contempt.

Their words were like fine needles, trying to pierce Lin Fan's self-esteem.

In the eyes of these monks, the title of Sword God seems to be the holy spirit in their hearts, and any questioning of it is regarded as disrespectful.

However, Lin Fan was not shaken by these words, his face remained as calm as water, as if these disdain were just passing clouds to him.

Facing these monks, he asked again: "Do you know where Sword God Li Shentong is now?"

This question is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples one after another.

The monks' answers varied widely, but most of them expressed their immense respect and trust for the Sword God.

Some said, "The Sword God has been missing for two hundred years. According to his progress in cultivation, he should have ascended to become an immortal!"

Some said more affirmatively: "What do you mean by should ascend to become an immortal? He will definitely become an immortal. The old Sword God has great cultivation. Who can defeat him?"

Lin Fan stood in the crowd, listening to the discussions, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In Yunxiao City, an ancient and mysterious city, Lin Fan's heart was in turmoil.

He turned a blind eye to the disdain and contempt of the monks around him, with only one thought in his mind -

If they knew that Li Shentong, who was revered as the Sword God, was now living quietly in his own Chaos Immortal Palace, what expressions would they make?

A strong urge surged in Lin Fan's heart, and he wanted to summon Li Shentong himself to face these cultivators who had a blind worship of the Sword God but spoke nonsense.

He wanted them to see with their own eyes that the Sword God who was so high above them in their hearts was actually right beside him.

However, the helpless reality is that Lin Fan does not yet have the ability to summon Li Shentong from the Chaos Immortal Palace.

Just as Lin Fan was lost in thought, Jiang Shuiling's anxious voice brought him back to reality: "Lin Fan, business is more important!"

Her reminder was like a cool winter breeze, waking Lin Fan from his fantasy.

He realized that he almost forgot the real purpose of this trip because of a momentary dispute.

Lin Fan hurriedly followed Jiang Shuiling out of the gate of Yunxiao City. Together they stepped onto the wide streets and walked deep into the city.

As the two gradually went deeper into the city, the prosperous scene of Yunxiao City gradually unfolded before their eyes.

There are shops lining both sides of the street, and pedestrians are everywhere. All kinds of hawking sounds and laughter merge into a lively picture of life.

Yunxiao City, this ancient city located on the border of Yan State, has been a transportation fortress and a place of commerce since ancient times.

As Lin Fan and Jiang Shuiling went deeper into the city, a prosperous scene gradually unfolded.

The streets are wide and clean, and the buildings on both sides are quaint. Every pavilion has carved beams and painted rafters, demonstrating the profound cultural heritage of Yunxiao City.

The first ray of morning sunshine shines on the busy streets. The golden light and the quaint bricks and tiles complement each other, adding a bit of warmth and vitality to this ancient city.

There were crowds of people walking around, and vendors had already started their day's hawking.

Various stalls are lined up on both sides, selling everything from rare medicinal herbs and sparkling gems to handicrafts and delicious food, which is dazzling.

Here, you can hear the blend of various languages ​​and dialects, and meet merchants and monks from all over the world.

Some of them hurried by, while others stopped to talk. Everyone's face was filled with love for life and expectations for the future.

The market in Yunxiao City is the most lively place. Among the bustling crowd, you can occasionally see nobles in luxurious clothes and monks in simple Taoist robes. They are here to look for the items they need, or just to feel the prosperous atmosphere here.

Further away, there are teahouses and taverns with fluttering red lanterns hanging in front of their doors, exuding the tempting aroma of food and rich tea fragrance.

People here talk about old times and exchange stories and experiences.

Every corner and every alley is full of the breath of life and ancient traces.

Lin Fan, Jiang Shuiling, and Ximen Zhi were walking slowly along the bustling streets of Yunxiao City.

Yunxiao City, as the commercial center of the continent, demonstrates its prosperity and vitality all the time.

There are shops lining both sides of the street, and it is very bustling.

There were crowds of people, all kinds of people walking around, including nobles in luxurious clothes, merchants with worldly looks, and adventurers with dreams.

Just as they were immersed in this prosperous scene, bursts of tempting aroma suddenly drifted into Lin Fan's nose, instantly stimulating his appetite.

Since leaving the capital of Tan State, they have been on the road almost all the time and rarely have the opportunity to sit down and enjoy a delicious meal.

This aroma seemed to be silently telling him that it was time to stop and enjoy a feast for his taste buds.

"Let's go and have a big meal first!" Lin Fan suggested excitedly, his face full of anticipation.

'

.