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Eternity City was almost equivalent to a planet, a medium-sized one at that. Everyone knew Saint Heaven and Earth’s dojo was located at the city’s center. Surrounding his dojo were the finest Path Fruit trees.
Moreover, the spatial area around Saint Heaven and Earth’s dojo was brimming with dense cosmic energy and crystal-clear Path laws. As a result, the caves near his dojo were exorbitantly priced, far beyond what ordinary cultivators could afford.
After scouting the area, Mo Wuji decided to rent a cave here first. A treasure like the Wheel of Time was surely kept deep within Saint Heaven and Earth’s sea of consciousness. If Mo Wuji were strong enough, he could barge in and tear open the Saint’s consciousness.
Unfortunately, with his current strength, he wasn’t a match for Saint Heaven and Earth, even if the Saint were injured, let alone capable of accessing his consciousness.
To obtain the Wheel of Time, Mo Wuji would need to study Saint Heaven and Earth’s habits and leverage external forces.
Observing the dojo without using divine sense was no issue for Mo Wuji.
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In the Land of Eternity, transactions no longer involved ordinary treasures, spirit herbs, or divine pills. The lowest currency was Path Pills, with Path Fruits being the most traded commodity. Beyond that, merit, luck, karma, and Path laws—anything that aided advancement toward the Eternal Path—could be traded. Since cultivators came to the Land of Eternity to achieve Eternal Sainthood, such markets were abundant.
The most famous was the Fortune Market.
Rumor had it that the Fortune Market was established by three Fortune Saints, including the highly esteemed Saint Eternity.
Spanning a thousand miles, the Fortune Market wasn’t particularly large compared to other markets in the Land of Eternity. However, it enforced a strict rule: no divine sense could be used within its boundaries. Anyone who dared would be instantly killed.
The market was equipped with a Divine Sense Strangling Array. Any use of divine sense would be detected and crushed by the array.
It was said that this array was created by another Fortune Saint, Saint Heaven and Earth. His dojo in Eternity City also had a Divine Sense Strangling Array, prohibiting anyone from extending their divine sense.
Many cultivators, accustomed to using divine sense, occasionally slipped up. Before they could explain, the array would obliterate them.
As a result, some cultivators, fearing they might accidentally use divine sense in markets or certain saintly cities, sealed their divine sense before entering.
At this moment, Lan Xiaobu, disguised as the red-clad youth Jin Hua, stood outside the Fortune Market, reading its rules. A string of executions underscored the harsh survival conditions in the Land of Eternity.
Yet, despite this, the market was bustling with a constant stream of cultivators. Lan Xiaobu realized that the Land of Eternity wasn’t solely populated by Eternal Saints. There were plenty of Saints from First to Ninth Turn, and even Quasi-Saints or those below.
He didn’t know how these people arrived here, but achieving Path Creation in the Land of Eternity was far easier than elsewhere. Even those pursuing enlightenment through luck could trade for it here, provided they had enough resources.
In this place, there was nothing you couldn’t trade for—only things you couldn’t imagine. Supreme divine spirit veins were worthless here. What held value were Path Veins, with higher-quality ones commanding astronomical prices.
Lan Xiaobu’s gaze fell on a wanted notice at the back, prominently featuring him and Mo Wuji. Below his notice was a strand of Path law aura, infused with a trace of his Longevity Path resonance. Anyone seeking to capture him could simply replicate this aura.
Lan Xiaobu sneered inwardly. Even if a Fortune Saint stood before him with this trace of his former Path resonance, they wouldn’t recognize him as Lan Xiaobu.
He had killed Jin Hua recently, so it was likely no one yet knew that he no longer stood out in the Land of Eternity. His concern now wasn’t being discovered but continuing to refine his Path in preparation for achieving Eternal Sainthood.
Lan Xiaobu stepped into the Fortune Market, his eyes quickly locking onto a massive information tower—the Path Listening Tower.
“Jin Hua, you finally show your face. Why aren’t you hiding anymore?” a cold voice called out, and a woman in a green dress blocked his path.
Lan Xiaobu sized her up. She was beautiful, exuding an air of nobility, devoid of the desperate aura common among cultivators scraping by in the void. She clearly lived a pampered life, having faced little hardship in her cultivation.
Though she was at the Path Creation realm, Lan Xiaobu estimated even Saint Blood River could defeat her. To reach Path Creation in such a sheltered environment suggested a powerful backer.
“Speak, heh,” the woman sneered, her tone dripping with mockery and disdain.
Though Lan Xiaobu had soul-searched Jin Hua, he hadn’t absorbed his memories. Instead, he discarded the useless information and sealed the valuable bits in his Cosmic Dimension Model.
With this green-dressed woman confronting him hostilely, Lan Xiaobu quickly searched his stored information and soon identified her.
Lu Yin, sharing the same sound as her father’s name, Lu Yin. Her father was the lord of Sky Path City, not a Fortune Saint but a half-step into the Fortune realm. His strength was formidable, and had he secured a Fortune Saint position in the Land of Eternity, he’d have already broken through.
Even without being a Fortune Saint, Lu Yin had built Sky Path City, one of the ten renowned cities in the Land of Eternity. More crucially, Lu Yin had a close friend, Fan Tian Chang Lun.
The name Fan Tian Chang Lun might not ring bells, but mention Saint Thunderbolt, and no one would be unaware. He was one of the seven Fortune Saints, known for his overwhelming combat prowess.
Lan Xiaobu felt a headache coming on. He’d randomly chosen Jin Hua’s identity, only to stumble into a city lord and a Fortune Saint backer. Worse, he couldn’t just walk away—according to his memories, Jin Hua had slept with this woman.
Jin Hua, having been intimate with her but unwilling to be tied down, had fled.
Though Lan Xiaobu had killed Jin Hua, he didn’t find Jin Hua’s actions surprising. If it were him, he’d have left too. This woman was too pampered. Staying with her would leave no time for cultivation. She wanted Jin Hua to remain in Sky Path City forever, living a life of leisure. With her around, cultivation was out of the question.
Lan Xiaobu understood Jin Hua’s motives. Ambushing him was a gamble—if Jin Hua could kill or capture Lan Xiaobu, he’d gain favor with the Fortune Saints. That would likely free him from this woman’s entanglement.
“Junior Sister Lu Yin, let’s head to the information tower up ahead and sit down. I went out this time for you, planning to surprise you, but you caught me first, sigh,” Lan Xiaobu said, his tone awkward and slightly embarrassed.
Hearing this, Lu Yin froze, her anger seemingly defused. After a hesitant pause, she said, “You really meant to surprise me? Then why…”
Before she could finish, Lan Xiaobu waved his hand, “Let’s not talk here. We’ll find an information tower and discuss slowly.”
“Alright,” Lu Yin’s fire was extinguished, her tone softening.
Lan Xiaobu sighed inwardly. Without a powerful father, this woman would likely have been reduced to nothing long ago. Had she stayed home her entire life, cultivating straight to Path Creation? Jin Hua had only slept with her for a Path Creation Fruit, yet she remained oblivious.
He hadn’t even come up with a solid excuse, just a casual remark, and she believed him. Her earlier rage seemed to vanish as if it never existed. Truly baffling.
The first floor of the Path Listening Tower was a common area for cultivators to rest and trade. A large trading screen allowed anyone to list items for exchange at any time.
The second floor was for VIPs. Lan Xiaobu had no Path Veins or Path Crystals. Divine crystals were accepted, but only supreme ones, and in large quantities, which he found wasteful. Fortunately, Lu Yin had plenty of Path Crystals and led him to reserve a private room on the second floor.
“What was the surprise you planned?” Lu Yin asked eagerly the moment they entered the room.
Lan Xiaobu lowered his voice, “I was going to capture a guy from another plane. I heard the Fortune powerhouses are all waiting for his head.”
“You mean Lan Xiaobu?” Lu Yin blurted out, clearly aware of the matter.
“You know about this?” Lan Xiaobu feigned surprise, but inwardly, he wondered how his name had leaked.
A wave of worry hit him. It was likely that Zhen Changyuan and the others had been captured—otherwise, no one here would know his name was Lan Xiaobu.
