Witch, please have some self-respect!

After watching Feng Luoyi leave, Bao Yifeng straightened his posture.

He looked Shen Yun and his companion up and down a few times, then gestured for them to follow.

"Old man, you are very lucky. From now on, you should take your daughter and do a good job for your senior sister."

They were just servants at the first level of Body Nourishing Realm. Bao Yifeng was not only a steward but also an inner disciple. At most, he would take care of them, but he couldn't possibly be too polite to them.

"Lord Bao, this is my wife," Shen Yun explained.

Ahead, Bao Yifeng paused, then turned around and looked at the two of them with surprise.

He exclaimed, "Old Shen, you're so lucky!"

"No need to call me Lord Bao, I am an inner and outer sect steward."

Seeing that Steward Bao was quite talkative, Shen Yun asked, "Steward Bao, how prestigious is the status of a true disciple?"

Feng Luoyi shared a lot of information about the Fude Holy Sect, but didn't say much about her own identity.

"The Holy Sect has hundreds of thousands of disciples, ninety percent of whom are outer disciples and thirty thousand are inner disciples, yet there are only fifty-three true disciples. Do you think that's high or low?" Bao Yifeng said.

After making the comparison, Shen Yun immediately felt great respect for Feng Luoyi.

A favored daughter of heaven!

"You shouldn't worry about such people. You should keep an eye on Feng Zhenchuan's fifteen acres of superior spiritual fields, where you can grow Golden Jade Condensing Pearl Vine. It will produce precious pearls every hundred years. These pearls can be used to refine elixirs and forge weapons. The growth cycle is long."

As they were talking, Bao Yifeng stopped a carriage pulled by a strange beast. The beast resembled a horse, but had two horns on its head and its body was covered with scales.

According to passersby, this is a dragon-scaled horse, possessing the bloodline of a dragon.

Standing nearly three meters tall, he instilled a stronger sense of pressure in Shen Yun than Chang Busuan.

Any horse, no matter how small, is at least at the fifth or sixth level of the Body Nourishment Realm.

The three boarded the carriage, and Bao Yifeng instructed, "Lingtian District, East of the City."

Under the coachman's control, the dragon-scaled horse swiftly took off with hooves nearly as tall as a person, its four hooves moving with the wind, covering a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

"You need to inspect the spirit field daily, remove all plants except vines, and contact me immediately if you find any insects or other abnormalities... Each acre of superior spirit field yields one gold coin per month."

Bao Yifeng continued the previous topic.

Shen Yun listened and looked around the interior of the carriage, which could probably seat six or seven people.

The dragon-scale horse was very fast, at least 120 miles per hour, but the carriage was not bumpy, and mysterious runes flashed faintly from time to time on the bottom of the carriage.

This is no ordinary product.

The devil is in the details. The various scenes he saw in the Holy City broadened Shen Yun's horizons.

I'm increasingly looking forward to establishing myself here and cultivating my spiritual practice in the future.

Su Wan'er looked around, then looked around again, and secretly reached out to touch the runes that kept appearing.

In her previous life, she would have been just starting university, a time of innocent curiosity.

On the way, Shen Yun asked Bao Yifeng many questions about the precautions for guarding the spirit fields.

Feng Zhenchuan still had face, and Bao Yifeng spoke freely and without reservation along the way.

It doesn't sound like there's much to do. Farming is handled by a spirit plant master, and there are also specialists responsible for fertilizing, raining, and setting up restrictive formations.

All he did was keep watch every day to prevent any changes.

The field keeper serves a monitoring and reporting function.

In a top-grade spiritual land, one year's cultivation is equivalent to ten years' worth of medicinal growth. With the addition of fertilizer and rain from cultivators at the Blood Sea Realm, the Golden Jade Condensing Pearl Vine, which takes a hundred years to mature, can ripen in seven or eight years.

Feng Luoyi's fifteen acres of spirit fields were planted last year, unlike spirit rice, which ripens two or three times a year.

Very worry-free.

In less than an hour, the carriage traveled from the bustling city center to the remote Lingtian District in the east of the city.

On the left side of the road is a magnificent and solemn palace with the inscription "Eastern City Spirit Field Management Office".

To the right are rows of low thatched huts and courtyards, known as Nonglingfang.

This place is already close to the wilderness; it's not as grand as the Immortal Seeking City.

Lingtian was located on the edge of the Holy City. The two had just seen a larger world, and seeing Lingnongfang made them feel as if they had returned to a remote mountain valley.

"We've arrived at Lingtian District in the east of the city. It's four hundred li and two gold coins," the driver said.

Shen Yun was heartbroken and quickly took out two gold coins and handed them over, not wanting the steward to spend money.

That's really expensive!

The 100 gold coins given by the Feng family are only enough for 50 carriage rides; living in the Holy City is not easy.

After the carriage left, Shen Yun thought for a moment, then reluctantly took out two Blood Essence Pills and respectfully handed them over.

"Steward Bao, I'll have to trouble you to take care of me in the future."

Bao Yifeng skillfully accepted the two jade bottles and nodded in satisfaction.

He didn't care about the elixir; he cared about the attitude.

"Good, Lao Shen. If you need anything, just come to me. I'll take you to find a place to stay first."

As they entered the towering Spirit Field Management Office, Bao Yifeng pointed to a virtual sand table and spoke to Shen Yun and the other person.

"Don't tell Feng Zhen that I won't take care of you. All the houses in the hundreds of alleys of the four streets of Lingnongfang will be paid three gold coins a month. You can choose whichever you like."

Shen Yun glanced around and saw densely packed buildings, roughly divided into four streets in a grid pattern.

It should be able to accommodate more than 20,000 people without any problem.

The empty house emitted a faint light, less than one-fifth of it.

"You're getting a good deal. The cheapest dilapidated hut in Lingnongfang costs two gold coins, and those with courtyards start at five gold coins a month."

A disciple in white robes nearby reminded Shen Yun and the other person.

"Thank you, Butler Bao!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yun quickly bowed to express his gratitude.

The Blood Essence Pill wasn't given away for nothing.

After thinking for a moment, Shen Yun asked the steward to recommend a lively and harmonious street or alley within Lingnongfang.

"East Street, eight lanes, six courtyards".

Shen Yun then chose a small courtyard in that alley, with three main rooms and side rooms on both sides.

Choosing a secluded, deserted place would certainly be peaceful, but with his strength, he might die without anyone even noticing.

Perhaps it was Feng Luoyi's instruction, or perhaps it was the merit of the two Blood Essence Pills, but Bao Yifeng personally escorted Shen Yun to the courtyard gate.

Upon seeing this, the neighbors who were at home all came out to respectfully bow.

"Steward Bao, what brings you here?"

"What's the background of this new tenant?"

"Why is this Blood Sea Realm deacon being so amiable today?"

Hearing the surrounding discussions, Shen Yun vaguely understood that only inner disciples at the Blood Sea Realm could serve as stewards.

So Bao Yifeng is a Blood Sea Realm cultivator!?

Unexpectedly, not a trace of pressure was leaked, and Shen Yun didn't notice it at all.

In Seeking Immortals City, Bao Yifeng, being an ancestor, would likely look down on two Blood Essence Pills.

"Don't bully people."

Bao Yifeng gave a few instructions and then left. Shen Yun clasped his hands in greeting, looked around, and smiled.

"I am Shen Yun, and I will be living here from now on. Once I am settled, I will invite all my neighbors to a feast."

Since we'll be living here, it's important to get along well with the neighbors.

Some of these people, like Shen Yun, guarded the spirit fields, while others made a living through other means; basically, every household had a cultivator.

Judging from the aura emanating from them, they are mostly in the early and middle stages of body cultivation.

A thin cultivator in a blue robe approached, "Fellow Daoist Shen, I am Wang Xuan from the opposite side. I am an alchemist. You can contact me if you need to purchase pills in the future."

Just then, a female cultivator in a plain-colored gauze dress walked out from next door to the courtyard. She had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and her beauty was as lovely as a peach blossom. She also had a voluptuous figure.

"You still dare to call yourself an alchemist? Everyone knows you only know how to refine Bigu pills. Go and fool someone else."

Unexpectedly, she immediately displayed a fierce and shrewish demeanor, scolding Wang Xuan a few times and incidentally reminding Shen Yun.

"Does refining fasting elixirs disqualify one from calling oneself an alchemist?"

Wang Xuan wasn't annoyed at being exposed, but he retorted defiantly, "The Bigu Pill is still a pill."

His words elicited a burst of cheerful laughter from the surrounding area.

The young man leaning against the tree chewed on something and said sarcastically, "Go talk to the Heavenly Crafts Bureau and ask them to certify you as an alchemist, or even an alchemist apprentice."

...

After a conversation, Shen Yun gained a preliminary understanding of his neighbors.

Wang Xuan, an apprentice alchemist who seems rather unreliable.

The neighboring house is occupied by Lin Qiaoniang, a pretty widow who is an apprentice of a talisman master and mainly studies talisman arrays.

Old Liu, who is older than Shen Yun, has a deep understanding of spiritual plants and herbs. He is guarding the spiritual fields here, and we may need his help in the future.

What impressed Shen Yun most was a burly, dark-skinned man named Song Da, who had contracted several acres of low-grade spiritual fields and lived there to save resources for his son's cultivation.

Its highest level is that of the late stage of body cultivation.

In the city of Mi Xian, he would be considered a big shot, capable of being the head of a family, but now he can only be Shen Yun's neighbor.

After a brief introduction, everyone dispersed.

After closing the courtyard gate and sitting down in the main room, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wan'er, from now on, this will be our home!"

Shen Yun smiled and spoke, pulling her into her arms.

He noticed that Su Wan'er had been very nervous ever since they arrived in the Holy City and saw so many cultivators.

"Home is where my husband is!"

Su Wan'er buried her head in Shen Yun's arms.

The two sat on the chairs, leaning against each other as if they had found someone to rely on.

After resting, I walked around the several empty rooms in the courtyard.

This is a home where I can make my own decisions.

"My husband practices in this room... This room could be used as a kitchen... A table here would be nice..."

Su Wan'er's gaze was gentle and smiling, her exquisite and flawless face contrasting with the curves of her body.