My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 142 - 127 Star-picking Tower
Chapter 142: Chapter 127 Star-picking Tower
Chapter 142: Chapter 127 Star-picking Tower
This era.
To accommodate millions of people’s basic needs for food, drink, lodging, and transport, the scale and operating model of the city truly amazed and intrigued Zhao Rong.
He gazed into the distance.
Without city walls, the vast expanse of architecture stretched densely all the way to the horizon.
There, a sky-blue “ribbon,” the water from the Li River, flowed into the North Sea.
As seen on the Mountain And River Map, Du You City was located on a small land protrusion into the North Sea, akin to a peninsula.
And the Li River cut through Du You City like a bold line.
Dividing it into West City and East City.
The buildings in West City were relatively low and dense, while those in East City were generally tall and spacious.
Su Xiaoxiao was pointing out to Zhao Rong an extremely conspicuous mountain in East City, the highest peak within the city.
This mountain was quite peculiar; from afar, it was entirely purple, as if draped in purple clothing.
Zhao Rong glanced at it twice and nodded.
At this moment.
Boom!
After a shake, the ship successfully docked at the shore.
The Dragon Ship had scarcely stabilized and yet to lower the stairs when some impatient Cultivators used Immortal techniques to fly off the boat.
For a moment, the shoreside dazzled with Spiritual Light and treasures, bustling with excitement.
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Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao weren’t in a rush, so they waited for the crowd to disembark first.
Seeing this, Zhao Rong turned to Su Xiaoxiao and said seriously:
“Baby, transform and become my steed, carry your master and let’s fly down.”
“I can’t fly…”
Su Xiaoxiao blinked her large eyes, “And Xiaoxiao is very small, how could I possibly carry you… hmm, Zhao Lang, you heartless man, do you really intend to ride Xiaoxiao?”
She bit her lip and pounded Zhao Rong’s chest with her little fists.
Zhao Rong felt her punches were like tickles, he held back a laugh, “I’ve yet to see what Baby’s true form looks like, perhaps…”
Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly placed her little hands together, covering her sweetheart’s mouth, “No, no, it’s not pretty.”
Zhao Rong moved her hands away, then suddenly lowered his head, his forehead against Su Xiaoxiao’s pure white one, looking into her eyes, “Silly girl, no matter what you look like, I’d like you.”
Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head up, their foreheads touching as she gazed into his eyes, her eyelashes trembling, then suddenly ducked her head into his chest, bursting into a silly laugh.
“Hehe, still no, I won’t let you see…”
Zhao Rong embraced the foolish girl, about to speak again, when he felt the intolerable stares of those around.
Well, it seemed a bit too much, this display of affection…
Zhao Rong smiled.
Afterwards, the two flirted and teased each other for a while until the crowd thinned out, then they calmly disembarked the boat.
It was just past noon, a sunny and bright afternoon.
This was one of the many bustling and noisy ferries along the great river’s west bank.
An array of folks passed by: travel-stained pedestrians, Cultivators one wouldn’t dare to provoke, elegantly poised young nobles, and wealthy visitors with their lovely wives and families…
Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao queued at the exit where they were examined by a group of tall guards wearing black military uniforms with dark gold trim.
Zhao Rong surveyed them without changing his expression.
The guards managing the ferry and checkpoint had a familiar Martial Artist aura.
Three among them even exuded a pressure similar to what he had faced when confronting Liu Sanbian, although much lesser.
But they were still Martial Artists of recognized status, undoubtedly.
But the security at the checkpoint was not as strict as Zhao Rong had anticipated.
After he and Su Xiaoxiao presented identification documents and the travel papers they used along the way, the officers briefly inspected them, had them sign in, and then allowed them to pass.
Outside the ferry, various carriages and travel coaches were arrayed.
Zhao Rong even saw a procession of no fewer than a hundred people with luxurious sedan chairs, halted not far away, with the rich servants and guards craning their necks in anticipation, seemingly awaiting some high-status characters.
“Baby, does your great-grandma know you’re coming to see her?”
“I don’t know, I sneaked down the mountain.”
“What exactly does this great-grandma of yours do in Du You City?”
“Um, I don’t know.”
“Then do you know where your great-grandma is?”
“I don’t know.”
Zhao Rong: “…”
He cleared his throat and attempted, “Then what’s your great-grandma’s name?”
Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head.
“Great-grandma’s surname is Su, named Su… Su Great-Grandma… um, I don’t know her first name… But, great-grandma is great-grandma, she is the Deputy Clan Leader, the most powerful elder in our Fire Fox branch, she knows lots and lots of scholars, and she can tell many, many stories…”
When it came to her great-grandma, the little girl started counting on her fingers, speaking in clear, treasured tones.
Zhao Rong patted his forehead.
What on earth is filling that little head of yours?
This is way too unreliable… you dared to run down the mountain without a second thought without knowing anything?
How can such a silly little Fox Demon… well, I’ll take this little Fox Demon, she has already been lured away by me.
Feeling helpless, he interrupted, “Then how are you going to find her?”
Su Xiaoxiao noticed Zhao Rong’s expression and smiled slightly.
“Zhao Lang, how could I be that silly? I know how to find great-grandma.”
Zhao Rong was startled, raised an eyebrow, and asked, “Don’t tell me your Fox Clan has some kind of secret signal… like ‘the emperor covers the earth tiger’?”
Su Xiaoxiao shook her head.
She took Zhao Rong’s hand, “I can go to the Star-picking Tower.”
“Star-picking Tower?”
“Yes, I don’t know where great-grandma is, but I can definitely contact her through the Star-picking Tower…”
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and listened as Su Xiaoxiao explained, occasionally nodding his head.
Turns out, the Star-picking Tower is similar to a Demon Race public house.
It’s not a tightly regulated power, but a loosely managed, free organization.
In a big Cultivators’ city like Du You City, almost all important figures of the Demon Race in the city would establish a Star-picking Tower.
It’s convenient for Demon Race members of different clans to connect and band together.
Traveling Demon Race members can use the Star-picking Tower as a place to rest.
Those within a certain range can trade goods there or inquire for information.
It serves many functions, much like a public house open to the Demon Race.
Su Xiaoxiao beamed, “Great-grandma is in Du You City, the people at the Star-picking Tower must know her, Xiaoxiao can just go there to find her.”
Zhao Rong nodded, “Sounds good, but there’s a small problem. Do you know where the Star-picking Tower is? Du You City is so big, you’re probably going to have a hard time looking.”
Su Xiaoxiao scratched her head, “It’s getting late, let’s enter the city first, and then we can ask others for directions.”
“Excuse me, young master, are you perhaps heading to West City?”
At this moment, standing at the ferry terminal exit, Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao suddenly heard a voice nearby.
The voice was clear and melodious.
Zhao Rong and his companion turned their heads upon hearing the sound.
It was a man… no, a young woman with short hair.
Unlike most women who had long hair, she sported refreshingly short hair.
One couldn’t tell her exact age, but judging by her voice, she was likely young.
Her appearance wasn’t particularly outstanding; she was average-looking but still pleasant to the eyes, especially with her clear eyes and spirited eyebrows.
Zhao Rong couldn’t help but take a few extra glances.
The short-haired woman had a lean frame, unlike Su Xiaoxiao’s delicacy, more on the rugged side.
Her complexion was rough, tanned, and under the sunlight, there was sweat on her forehead and a damp white scarf hung around her neck.
At the moment, the short-haired woman stood in front of a carriage, her right hand stroking the neck of a blood-red horse, her bright eyes fixed on Zhao Rong’s.
Zhao Rong didn’t speak right away, he sized her up, noting the carriage behind her, her attire, and the presence of similar figures in the vicinity.
Zhao Rong nodded, “We are indeed heading to Du You City. How much for your carriage?”
