Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chapter 515 Sand Sea Tower! Their Predicament!

The guards at the city gate were leaning against the wall, dozing off, and didn't even bother to collect the entrance fee.

Chen Fan observed the golden bowl for half a day, and only after confirming that there were no cultivators above the late Nascent Soul stage in the city did he put away the golden bowl and reveal his true form.

He was still wearing a bamboo hat and a gray-blue cloth robe, with an eleven-piece belt around his waist. He had suppressed his cultivation aura to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, neither too high nor too low, which was the most common and inconspicuous level among rogue cultivators.

Stepping onto the somewhat soft dirt road, Chen Fan slowly walked towards the city gate.

The dozing guard glanced at him, saw that he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and didn't even bother to ask him anything. He just waved his hand to signal him to go in.

Chen Fan entered the city.

Qingyun City is not large, with only three or four main streets running in opposite directions, lined with uniform earthen-yellow buildings on both sides.

There aren't many shops, and most of them sell low-grade pills, inferior magical artifacts, and various minerals and herbs dug out of the desert.

The streets were deserted, with only a few rogue cultivators in the Qi Refining stage occasionally setting up stalls on street corners, selling old jade slips and broken magic artifacts that they had dug up from who-knows-where.

Chen Fan walked along the main street and finally stopped in front of a restaurant called "Shahailou".

The restaurant has two floors and is the tallest building on the street.

The storefront was old, with a few dusty lanterns hanging on it.

Fortunately, it was still relatively clean. A few tables of guests were scattered in the lobby on the first floor, mostly low-level cultivators, drinking and boasting about their experiences.

Chen Fan stepped into the restaurant.

The waiter, a lowly cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining, greeted him hurriedly upon his arrival: "Sir, would you like to eat or stay at the inn?"

"Let's eat." Chen Fan's voice was calm as he casually tossed out a low-grade spirit stone. "A window seat on the second floor."

The waiter took the spirit stone, his eyes lighting up immediately. A low-grade spirit stone was quite a sum in this remote and impoverished place; it was enough to reserve a private room on the second floor for an entire day.

"Alright! Please come up to the second floor, sir!"

The waiter eagerly led Chen Fan up to the second floor.

The second floor was much quieter than the first floor, with only two or three tables scattered around. Chen Fan chose a seat by the window, from which he could overlook half of the main street.

"Bring a pot of spiritual tea and a few of my specialty dishes," Chen Fan ordered.

The waiter responded and left.

Soon, the spiritual tea and side dishes were served. The spiritual tea was of very poor quality, with so little spiritual energy that it was almost imperceptible.

The side dishes were quite refreshing: a plate of cold sand onion salad, a plate of roasted sand rabbit meat, and a plate of unidentified wild vegetables.

Chen Fan didn't complain, slowly sipping his tea, but his divine sense had already quietly spread out, enveloping the entire restaurant and even the entire Qingyun City.

Various sounds flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.

In the lobby on the first floor, several loose cultivators in the Qi Refining stage were having a long and rambling discussion.

"Have you heard? Yesterday, someone found a fragment of a spirit stone on a sand dune thirty miles north of the city! It's said that there are traces of a magic array still visible on the fragment!"

"Tch, what's so special about a fragment? Let me tell you, half a month ago I saw the Zhao family's flying ship fly overhead in Shahe City! That was the Zhao family's flying ship, supposedly heading towards that desolate land to the south."

"The desolate lands to the south? That barren wasteland? What good things could there possibly be there?"

"You wouldn't know this, would you? I've heard that an ancient battlefield lies buried in that barren land. The Zhao family has been digging around it for years, and who knows how many treasures they've unearthed..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down. How dare you say such things? If the Zhao family hears you, how many heads do you have?"

……

Chen Fan paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.

Upon hearing about the Zhao family, he couldn't help but shake his head inwardly!

His consciousness continued to spread.

In another corner, two cultivators in the early stages of Foundation Establishment were talking in hushed tones.

"Brother, what do you think? Should we try our luck at the Boundless Sea? I heard there's a demonic genius there recently, claiming to be a descendant of the Sea Demon Ancestor, and he's recruiting rogue cultivators everywhere. He says he'll give you Foundation Establishment Pills and teach you demonic techniques!"

"Are you crazy? What kind of place is the Boundless Sea? It's teeming with demonic cultivators who kill without blinking an eye! With our cultivation level, going there would be suicide!"

"What future is there in staying in this desolate state? The spiritual energy is thin, and resources are scarce. I'll never be able to break through to the Golden Core stage in my entire life..."

……

Chen Fan listened silently, memorizing all the information.

His consciousness continued to spread beyond the city.

Outside Qingyun City, the surrounding fields are vast and desolate.

The yellowish-brown Gobi Desert stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted with a few withered shrubs. Occasionally, one or two gerbils could be seen emerging from their burrows, looking around warily before quickly darting back inside.

Further away, a faint dark red hue can be seen on the horizon; that is the sky in the direction of the red earth.

Within a radius of dozens of miles of Qingyun City, the highest cultivation level was only that of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator in the City Lord's Mansion.

There aren't even any Core Formation cultivators, let alone Nascent Soul cultivators.

Chen Fan withdrew his divine sense, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

It seems that the pursuers from those major families won't be able to catch up to here anytime soon.

However, he also knew that this was only temporary.

The methods of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator are far more complex than simply searching with divine sense.

Wang Zhennan will find out his whereabouts sooner or later.

But before that, he needs to figure out one thing.

How to leave Tiannanxing.

With this thought in mind, Chen Fan raised his hand and wiped the table.

A flash of grayish-white light appeared, and Ji Daozi materialized on the chair opposite him.

As soon as Ji Daozi landed, he immediately shuddered.

He rubbed his eyes, looked around, and after taking in the restaurant's surroundings, a long-lost look of excitement appeared on his face.

"This is...this is Tiannanxing! Master! We're finally out!" Ji Daozi lowered his voice, his eyes filled with excitement. "The furnishings of this restaurant, the aroma of this spiritual tea...I can smell it; this is definitely the Yellow Sand Spiritual Tea that only Tiannanxing can produce!"

Chen Fan nodded without saying anything more, simply pushing the teacup in front of him: "Have some tea, then go for a walk around the streets."

"Turning around?" Jidaozi was taken aback.

"To gather information," Chen Fan said slowly, "the overall situation of Tiannan Star, the power distribution of the four major cultivation kingdoms... and the location of the Wang family..."

He paused, then said, word by word, "There is also... a way to leave Tiannanxing."

Upon hearing this, Ji Daozi's excitement subsided somewhat.

"Master is going to the Cultivation Alliance?"

Chen Fan did not answer, but simply picked up his teacup and looked out at the gray sky.

Seeing that he remained silent, Ji Daozi did not ask any further questions. He picked up his teacup, drank it all in one gulp, and then got up and went downstairs.

Chen Fan remained seated by the window, slowly sipping his tea and patiently waiting.

There were more and more pedestrians on the street outside the window.

Several rogue cultivators at the Qi Refining stage set up a stall on the street corner, hawking the ores they had dug out of the desert.

Occasionally, a Foundation Establishment cultivator would fly low overhead on their sword, drawing envious glances.

The pace of this small town is very slow, so slow that it seems to have nothing to do with the conflicts in the entire cultivation world.

But Chen Fan knew that this was just an appearance.

The cultivation world of Tiannan Star is far more vast and cruel than the sealed land where he was before.

There, Nascent Soul cultivators are the pinnacle of existence, capable of establishing sects and dominating a region.

But here, the Nascent Soul stage is merely the threshold for entering the middle level.

Above them are Nascent Soul and Void Refinement level monsters eyeing them covetously!