Awkwardly, after the page boy shouted, the stern man and the others didn't even pay him any attention, and even everyone around didn't even spare him a glance.
The page boy's face instantly turned extremely ugly, both angry and anxious, but he couldn't command the people around him.
"Xiu'er, forget it. Don't waste time on crude people. We still need to meet the Emperor. A stubborn stone won't approve, and rotten wood can't be carved either." The elder in the car said coldly.
After the old man spoke, the page boy pointed at Long Chen and said, "There are countless scholars in the world, not just martial arts. Only the ignorant lack reverence." After
saying this, the page boy drove the donkey cart away. Long Chen was so scolded that anger flared up in his heart. If he weren't a child, he would have slapped him long ago, making sure he first understood what reverence meant.
"Today's matter is settled here for now. Next time, when I get the chance, I, Zhu Yunwen, will seek your advice and see what gives you the right to be so arrogant." The man with a stern face said coldly.
"Am I arrogant? Hehehe, interesting. So you were taught by that old man?
You're covered in fur, but you look like monkeys when you see others? No matter how arrogant I am, can I compare to you? What, you have to clear the area just by walking? Does having too many people make walking difficult?
Do you have to make way for everyone to make way for you to appear noble and special? I heard you are the eldest prince? Heh, with your level of cultivation, you'll probably be just a crown prince for life. Long Chen said calmly.
"Who exactly are you, sir?" Zhu Yunwen shouted angrily.
"Who I am doesn't matter. You'll find out soon. Besides, I won't be leaving the Vermilion Bird Empire anytime soon. I believe it won't be long before we meet again." Long Chen ignored the Crown Prince and turned to head straight into the city.
Long Chen's face remained calm and unruffled, but inside he was suspicious. This eldest prince actually didn't have the surname Yu, nor did he share the same surname as Yu Qingxuan. What was going on?
Normally, entering the city required registration, but after all this commotion, the registrar didn't dare stop Long Chen, fearing he would slap him too, so they let him in.
"Crown Prince, should I send someone to track him and investigate his background?" A Supreme-level expert beside Zhu Yunwen said in a low voice.
Zhu Yunwen shook his head and said, "No need. This is a master who disdains lying. Since he said there will be a chance to meet, then there must be. Next time we meet, everything will be clear." "
This guy really has guts, daring to talk back to Master Sun. Heh, that was exhilarating—I almost applauded him." A female powerhouse chuckled, seemingly quite appreciative of Long Chen.
"He's not one of our Vermilion Bird Empire and doesn't understand the Master's status. As the saying goes, a newborn calf fears no tiger, but he doesn't realize he's already gotten into huge trouble." Another powerful figure said.
"Those guys at the Master's Institute are really annoying. All they do is talk and arguments, making people irritated."
"What is most annoying is their attitude—so aloof and aloof, with little knowledge and an overbearing attitude."
"One slap could kill a whole group, but you have to endure them, sigh!"
When it came to the Confucius' Courtyard, everyone immediately started chiming in, expressing strong dissatisfaction with the academy but feeling helpless.
...
Upon entering the imperial capital, Long Chen found Vermilion Bird City larger than he had imagined. Inside the city were five lakes, four mountains, nine streams and eighteen ravines. The entire city was square-shaped, and although the buildings inside appeared chaotic, they were actually arranged in a strange formation.
Looking down from above, one could see that the entire Vermilion Bird City looked like a giant seal. At the center of the seal was a massive divine bird pattern, entwined with flame-like patterns all around it. It was the Vermilion Bird, the divine bird worshipped by the Vermilion Bird Empire.
The buildings inside the city are very old, yet they give off a vibrant and vibrant vibe. They are like a divine bird spreading its wings, ready to soar into the sky at any moment, shining for generations.
"This formation is powerful, and what we're seeing now is just the surface. Who knows what's hidden underground? If Xia Chen were here, he'd definitely be interested." Long Chen looked at the buildings in the city, unable to help but sigh inwardly.
Even though he was an outsider with only a basic understanding of formations, he could tell that this Vermilion Bird City was a terrifying grand formation, and once activated, its power would be unimaginable.
After entering the city, Long Chen found that Zhuque Ancient City was filled with a strong cultural atmosphere. Many people dressed in scholarly attire moved through the crowd. They were all ordinary people, not cultivators, but toward those cultivators, their expressions were cold and their eyes filled with pride, seemingly disdainful of them.
Long Chen was puzzled. The Immortal Realm values martial prowess, so why does the Vermilion Bird Empire seem to favor civil over martial arts?
Those scholars gathered in groups of three or five, some pointing out the landscape, some criticizing reality, some reciting poetry and answering questions, some singing over wine, appearing very carefree.
In the teahouse and tavern, they were regulars. Long Chen walked down the street, dressed in a black robe, with a huge Minghong Blade strapped to his back, making him stand out. Some scholars even pointed and whispered at Long Chen's back, their faces showing disdain.
Long Chen smiled faintly, not angry. Who doesn't talk about others behind their backs? Who doesn't get talked about behind their backs? As for what others said of him, he never cared.
He was actually very interested in the culture of the Vermilion Bird Empire. Along the way, Long Chen discovered that the cultural atmosphere here was extremely rich and the historical heritage was very profound.
Even the small shops by the roadside carried a strong sense of history. The shops along the main road had nothing to do with martial artists, completely different from many other cities. Coming here, Long Chen felt as if he had returned to the Phoenix Ming Empire of the mortal realm, giving him a sense of familiarity.
"Sorry, you can't bring weapons in here." Long Chen arrived at a calligraphy and painting shop and was about to enter when he was stopped by the waiter.
Looking at the waiter's disdainful expression, Long Chen's expression turned odd. The Vermilion Bird Empire really is an interesting country—even a waiter can be this arrogant.
Long Chen smiled and didn't enter the shop. Instead, he glanced outside a few times and noticed that although the shop was small, many of the paintings inside were treasures, with exquisite brushwork, deep power, and profound artistic conception.
Long Chen wanted to buy a few pieces, but seeing the shop assistant's attitude, he couldn't be bothered to bother with it. These days, selling more aggressively than buying was unmatched.
Of course, there were also those with good attitudes. Long Chen saw someone selling jewelry with beautiful craftsmanship and wanted to buy some, but was told that to buy things in the Vermilion Bird Empire, you had to use the exclusive currency of the Vermilion Bird Empire.
Long Chen was instantly stunned. No wonder some shops just kicked people away—it was clear he had no money and couldn't be bothered to waste words.
"Clang...
Suddenly, the sound of a zither rang out in the distance, and someone exclaimed, "
It's starting, it's starting! The fairy of the Qin Sect is starting to play!"
Immediately, countless people rushed out, flowing like water toward the end of the long street. Long Chen was driven by the crowd to a huge plaza.
At the center of the square stands a high mountain, with a spring flowing down from the summit, its gentle flow creating mist that makes the entire square feel like a fairyland.
In front of the high mountain, there was a high platform. On top of it, eighteen beautiful women dressed in white sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a guqin, playing a tune.
"Liao Yuhuang?"
When he saw one of the women, Long Chen was slightly taken aback; he hadn't expected to see someone he knew here.