A Top Scholar in Everything-Chapter 888 - 874: Myriad Treasures Pavilion

They had tried every possible method.

But without exception, they all failed. It was as if there was a protective barrier over the city. Whenever they tried to climb over, an invisible air wall would block them. After several attempts, this group completely gave up.

Soon after, patrol guards also appeared on top of the city wall.

Next was the tunnel digging plan.

This proved to be even less feasible. The ground, of unknown composition, was extremely hard, making it difficult even for Tier Four Martial Artists to dig and carry out construction. And once they reached beneath the city, the invisible air wall appeared once more.

All signs indicated.

The city was protected by some force, or perhaps bound by it, and they couldn't break through this force.

To the large group wanting to enter the city, this was undoubtedly an obstacle.

Thus, the situation reached a stalemate.

Outside the city, the crowd camped together, using local materials to set up many tents. The closer the tents were to the city, the more powerful the occupants, as was the common understanding. This way, if a method to enter the city was found, these people could enter quickly.

The turning point came one night.

This group of cultivators sat in their tents, absorbing the incredibly dense Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi in the Blessed Land, seizing every moment to cultivate. Since they couldn't enter the city yet, they might as well cultivate there, as the Spiritual Qi was several times that of the Outer World, and they couldn't just give up.

But Baiyu hadn't been in the tent for long when he heard a commotion outside.

Someone else had entered the Blessed Land!

On the main road, a figure clad entirely in black, wrapped in a black cloak, indistinguishable in gender, headed towards the city.

No one stopped this person.

Their faces bore an expression more of mockery than anything else; at such times, they wouldn't kindly remind a stranger since after entering the Blessed Land, everyone could become a competitor.

Even blood brothers keep accounts clear, let alone strangers. When it comes to treasures in the Blessed Land, it's not unusual to face each other with swords.

Yet contrary to expectations, the scene of this person being killed by the two malevolent guards did not occur. Instead, the mysterious figure pulled out something, gave it to the guards, and then nonchalantly walked in.

This scene left everyone stunned.

They quickly approached, but found no clues. The mysterious person had disappeared, and they had no idea what was given to the guards.

However.

They could be sure that the mysterious person was definitely one of the adventurers accompanying this opening of the Blessed Land, not someone originally inside the city. The fact that this person could get in while they couldn't left everyone feeling like a cat scratching at their hearts.

Their understanding and knowledge of the Blessed Land was still too limited.

Previously, they just focused on cultivation, and their real opponents were those constantly battling with them in the Spirit Realm, along with various aberrations, contaminations, and those cultists and mad cultivators.

But no matter what.

These enemies remained within their understanding, but after entering the Blessed Land, there were too many scenes and things that simply defied comprehension.

A day after the first person entered the city, another opportunity presented itself.

Outside the city, a new general store opened. It was more of an individual carrying two large boxes of stuff, laying out a large nylon cloth on the ground a hundred meters from the city, displaying a variety of items.

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He stuck a pole beside it: "Myriad Treasures Pavilion."

This stall wasn't even comparable to a street vendor selling adult magazines, yet dared to call itself the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, immediately attracting many onlookers.

However, those gathering with the intention of causing trouble quickly found themselves unsettled.

Because the stall sold strange and bizarre things, and the most attractive was the "City Entry Ticket"!

Under a pile of Netherworld Currency.

There was a small card with "City Entry Ticket" written on it, capturing everyone's attention.

"Old man, what's with this City Entry Ticket of yours?"

Unable to contain their curiosity, someone approached the stall to ask the seemingly otherworldly old man.

The old man looked about sixty or seventy, with white hair and beard, appearing extremely thin but with eyes full of vigor. He wore a patched long robe, already faded from washing, and it had many oil stains that couldn't be removed.

The old man's other aspects were fine, but his dress dropped the prestige.

Faced with inquiries, the old man, not rude, smiled, revealing teeth stained yellow by tobacco as he pointed at the pile of Netherworld Currency and said: "Do you know why people burn Netherworld Currency for the dead? Ever heard the saying that King Yama is easy to deal with, but little ghosts are troublesome? Burned for the dead, it's used to bribe the little ghosts. This is what you call 'passage money.'

In the world of the dead, what's used is this Netherworld Currency.

But this Netherworld Currency of mine isn't ordinary printed stuff you find on the market; it's a genuine hard currency that circulates in the world of the dead!

As long as you have this passage money, you can enter the city!"

The old man's explanation was coherent, and the group listened, somewhat mystified, leading some to quickly inquire about purchasing methods.

The old man was equally at ease, producing a price list, clearly showing the cost.

One note of Netherworld Currency.

Five million!

Five million Universal Coins could purchase a top-class villa in the Great City. But right now, no one had money. Never mind online transfers; in the Blessed Land, there's simply no connection to the Outer World.

But that wasn't a problem.

Unable to pay in cash, bartering was an option, where any Magical Items or sealing objects could substitute for a passage money note.

These were items most people carried one or two of.

Yet many were reluctant to part with them.

After all, magical items could save lives at critical moments, and many items carried closely were directly related to their combat strength. Losing them would greatly diminish their battle capabilities.

Of course.

Apart from these two methods, there were other exchange options, using the natural treasures produced in the Blessed Land or other valuables. Also, by doing him a favor.

The last option was essentially selling him a favor.

But most wouldn't choose this, as debts of gratitude are difficult to repay, especially those bound by a contract with the God of Justice. Until someone first steps forward to test the waters, they wouldn't know if the old man spoke truthfully.

Around the city, as time passed, more and more people gathered outside.

Soon.

Someone couldn't hold back any longer.