Immortality Starts From Making Money.-Chapter 368: The Game that can’t Ignored.

Inside the inner city, the atmosphere was vastly different from that of the outer city. The air was pure and clear, carrying spiritual energy that was at least ten times denser and richer than what existed in the outer city. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The streets were wide, paved with smooth stone, and meticulously clean. Not a speck of dust could be found, the sides were free of grime.

Elegant buildings lined both sides of the roads, their architecture refined and imposing, reflecting the wealth and power of those who dwell within.

Every pedestrian walked with confidence, their backs straight and their heads held high. A deep sense of pride was ingrained into their very bones.

Even those who were mere servants or maids carried themselves with dignity. Their steps were light but assured, their expressions composed.

Working as a maid in the inner city was vastly different from working in the outer city.

Here, they served powerful masters and mistresses, individuals capable of commanding rain and storms within the city with a wave of their hand.

These were people whose names carried weight, whose tempers could decide life and death.

Aside from status, their well-being was worlds apart from that of outer-city servants. Their wages were ten times higher, their living quarters clean and comfortable.

They were exposed to knowledge, cultivation resources, and luxuries that most people would never even dream of encountering in their entire lives.

With such benefits, how could they not raise their heads high?

Even if they were mere dogs to their owners, they were proud dogs, envied by countless others.

Within the inner city stood countless expansive estates, each more extravagant than the last.

In one such estate, grand and luxurious buildings rose majestically, their roofs adorned with spirit tiles that shimmered faintly under the sunlight.

Guarding the massive entrance gate were several Golden Core experts, their auras steady and intimidating.

At their head stood the captain, a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator whose presence alone spoke volumes of the power those who lived in the estate commanded. .

The estate grounds were vast and beautifully maintained. Rare spirit flowers bloomed in vibrant colors, filling the air with a gentle fragrance.

Ancient spirit trees stretched their branches toward the sky, their leaves rustling softly.

Spirit beasts roamed freely across the fields, playing and frolicking without fear, as if fully aware that they were under powerful protection.

Within a secluded private courtyard, the spiritual energy was even denser—pure and concentrated. The courtyard was tranquil, isolated from the noise of the outside world.

Under an elegant pavilion sat a young man dressed in a long bluish robe. His midnight-black hair cascaded smoothly over his shoulders, glossy and perfectly kept.

His posture was relaxed, yet it carried an air of innate nobility.

His face was strikingly handsome, as if it had been carefully carved from flawless jade.

His sharp, sword-like brows were calm and relaxed as his gaze rested on the spirit fish swimming lazily within the pond before him.

Just then, hurried footsteps echoed softly against the stone floor.

A young man entered the courtyard with long, urgent strides.

His expression was tense, filled with importance, as though he carried news that could not wait.

"Young Master."

He dropped to one knee before the pavilion, his movements swift and respectful.

The young master did not glance at him. His eyes remained fixed on the spirit fish, as though they were the most important thing in the world.

The kneeling figure did not find this strange. Without hesitation, he reached into his spatial pouch and retrieved a small artifact. He presented it with both hands, careful and reverent.

"Young Master, this is the newest artifact currently spreading throughout the outer city," he reported respectfully.

At those words, the young master finally shifted his gaze away from the pond. His eyes fell upon the small artifact resting in the spy's palms.

Instead of reaching out to take it, he asked calmly, "What is this?"

His voice was soft and even, yet it carried unquestionable authority.

The spy straightened slightly and began his report, explaining everything in detail without omitting a single point. As he listened, the young master's brows gradually furrowed.

His interest was genuinely piqued.

He had heard of the strange game called football, but like most noble clans, he had never paid it much attention. Such sports were meant for mortals.

But now…

His gaze locked onto the finely crafted artifact, curiosity stirring within his eyes. Following the spy's guidance, he injected a strand of spiritual energy into the crystal.

Instantly, the Game Replay Crystal activated. A vivid projection appeared in the air.

The clarity of the image stunned him. The sharpness, the colors, the fluid motion, it was far beyond any image crystal he had ever seen.

Even more astonishing was the sound.

The cheers, the commentary, the thud of boots against the ground, all of it rang clearly.

For a moment, the pavilion fell silent.

The spy did not dare breathe too loudly. He understood how shocked his young master was.

Although many noble clans looked down upon the game, deeming it beneath them, the spy knew better. He had watched the game himself. He had read the rules and understood the game deeply..

This was unlike anything else in the city, perhaps even on the entire continent.

It was a game that did not rely on cultivation level or mental power.

Everyone started on equal footing.

Victory depended on training, talent, teamwork, and coordination.

More importantly, the game proved that nothing was impossible.

The spy still remembered the moment vividly. The Blood River player scoring the deciding goal. He had screamed without restraint, completely forgetting his role as a spy.

That moment was etched into his memory forever. For the rest of that day, he had felt strangely at peace, his heart light and full of smiles.

He had been waiting impatiently for the next match, eager to experience that feeling again. Who could have imagined that such a rare artifact would suddenly appear on the market?

Now, he could relive that experience through the replay.

"Where did this artifact come from?" the young master finally spoke after what felt like an eternity. "Who created it?"

"Young Master, no one knows," the spy replied quickly. "It appeared on the black market and spread rapidly."

He hesitated briefly before continuing. "I attempted to trace its origin, but it seems no one truly knows where it came from."

The young master's eyes darkened slightly.

"Find out everything about the source of this artifact immediately," he said in a solemn tone. "And I want to know everything about the people behind this game of football before nightfall."

"Yes, Young Master," the spy responded firmly. "It will be done."

With that, he rose to his feet, bowed deeply, and retreated from the courtyard to carry out the order.

Left alone beneath the pavilion, the young master stared at the still-glowing projection.

"Who is behind this artifact?" he murmured softly.

Countless thoughts flashed through his eyes.

He had once believed that the game would fade into obscurity with time.

Now, he realized how wrong that assumption was. With the existence of this artifact, the popularity of football would only continue to rise.

Just as he predicted, every noble clan in the inner city had received the Game Replay Crystal.