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The positioning of Yunlan City in the wasteland was straightforward: to serve as a commercial hub connecting various regions.

The rules set by the likes of Zuo Baichou, who controlled the city, were all designed to facilitate the merchants and traders.

In the past three years, Han Muye had not been in the city, and Yunlan City’s development exceeded his expectations by tenfold.

Looking up, one could see floating airships in the sky and the golden Deity List at the top.

In these three years, the number of powerhouses on the Deity List had reached 10.

Every one of them was a Heaven Immortal Void Refinement Realm expert during their lifetime.

With these powerhouses presiding over the city, along with the Heaven Immortal experts they had gathered before, Yunlan City could function well even without Han Muye’s presence.

Now, from thousands of miles around, various forces gathered resources in Yunlan City.

Yunlan City had become the trading center for resources in a thousand-mile radius.

What surprised Han Muye was that not only were there many human cultivators in the city, but also a considerable number of demon races.

The various demon races, with their distinct appearances, walked openly on the streets, no longer causing any surprise.

What was even more amusing was that there were very few exotic beasts pulling carriages in the city; most of them were the Wasteland Green Wolves.

The Wasteland Wolves led by Yu Yang were everywhere in the city. These green wolves’ lives were actually quite comfortable. As long as they helped guide the way and pull the carriage, they could exchange for rewards and spiritual rocks.

These green wolves seemed to have grown accustomed to it and got along very harmoniously with the human cultivators on the streets.

“Hurry up, hurry up! This batch of green-yellow iron needs to be delivered to Wanshen Trading Company. Once we receive the payment, it should be enough for the family to get through this difficult time.” An anxious voice sounded from behind Han Muye.

A young immortal cultivator in his thirties, dressed in a green robe, was waving his arms, sweating profusely.

Behind him was a large cart pulled by seven or eight green wolves.

The five large carts were filled with greenish-yellow ores.

“Fifth Brother, don’t worry. As long as we bring back the spiritual rocks this time and the disciples in the clan continue to cultivate, our Murong family will be able to survive.”

An 18 or 19-year-old young man in a pale white robe reassured the 30-year-old young man, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Han Muye’s gaze swept over them, and he felt something stirring in his heart.

The faces of the 30-year-old youth and the 18- or 19-year-old youth bore some resemblance to the Divine Emperor Murong Zheng.

Murong?

Han Muye the nearby residence of Wanshen Trading Company and walked over.

The Wanshen Trading Company was undoubtedly the largest trading house in Yunlan City, followed by the Jujin Trading Company newly established by Zhao Chen.

He brought nearly half of Jujin Trading Company’s resources to Yunlan City, and in just three years, it had grown by more than a hundred times.

However, he had not been in contact with his family, which was still located in the heartland of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

Yunlan City’s reputation had spread across the wilderness, but it was still unknown to Yunluo City, which was thousands of miles away in the Yuzhou State.

The scale of Wanshen Trading Company in Yunlan City was not small, with half a street filled with its storefronts.

When the Murong family’s disciples arrived at Wanshen Trading House, many merchant caravans were in the process of making deliveries.

Various resources were traded here and then distributed to the factions in need.

That was the function of such a large city.

“We are not currently accepting green-yellow iron.”

A clerk at the front said, causing the Murong family members to change their expressions.

“Not accepting? What about the task you promised—”

“Why is this happening? Are you trying to lower the price?”

Several young disciples surrounded the clerk, but they couldn’t make him change his mind.

People from other merchant caravans nearby began to talk in low voices.

“Three days ago, a large merchant caravan brought 10 billion spiritual rocks of green-yellow iron.”

“It is said that a large vein of green-yellow iron was discovered hundreds of thousands of miles away in Huangyan City. Who dares to accept green-yellow iron now?”

These comments made all the Murong family members pale.

They had staked their fortunes and hoped that this transaction would turn things around for them.

“It’s over. Is this the will of heaven to exterminate my Murong family…” The leader of the group, the young cultivator in his thirties, showed a look of despair.

Han Muye looked ahead and walked slowly to the clerk, who was dressed in green and held a book, inspecting various resources.

“Currently, we only accept—” The clerk looked up and saw Han Muye’s face, trembling all over.

“City—”

Han Muye shook his head, waving his hand. “Do you recognize me?”

The clerk’s face turned red, and he nodded repeatedly. “I, I came to Yunlan City with Young Master Zuo Baichou.”

He belonged to Zuo Baichou’s direct lineage, no wonder.

Han Muye pointed towards the carts of the Murong family.

“I want a batch of green-yellow iron. Accept these for now.”

The clerk nodded hurriedly, bowed, and then walked to the front.

After a few simple words, all the Murong family members cheered.

In just a moment, the green-yellow iron from the carts was poured onto the square behind the trading house, and there were specialized alchemists responsible for smelting it.

“Thank you, Brother!” The leader of the Murong family, the young cultivator in his thirties, found Han Muye and cupped his hands. “Chen, the steward, told me that it was all thanks to you and your familiarity with the trading company that they accepted the green-yellow iron.”

With that, he bowed again. “I am Murong Fu.”

Han Muye nodded and looked at the Murong family disciple, whose cultivation level was only at the third level of the Heaven Realm Nascent Soul realm. He said, “I remember that the Murong family used to be under the jurisdiction of Yunlan Dao Sect, and you were a Dao Sect cultivator.”

Seeing Murong Fu looking puzzled, Han Muye continued, “In the past, I traveled with a senior from your family, and he told me a lot about your family.”

“My surname is Han.”

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Murong Fu was first delighted, then sighed softly.

“Master Han, what you said happened thousands of years ago.”

3,000 years ago, the Murong family’s Elder, Murong Zheng, ruled the mortal world and did not return, violating the iron law of the Immortal World.

The Blood Battle Sect came to the Yunlan Dao Sect, resulting in a confrontation and a battle.

Murong Fu didn’t know the exact outcome either, but after the Yunlan Dao Sect issued a decree, all the Heaven Immortals in charge of the Murong family holding down the presidency were summoned and didn’t return for 3,000 years.

Without a Heaven Immortal to preside over, the entire Murong clan’s strength declined by more than a thousand times.

After a few upheavals, even the Human Immortal experts had perished. The entire family clan was on the verge of extinction.

“If not for the support of a senior who cultivated in the opposite direction and stepped into the Earth Immortal Realm, our Murong family would probably have been exterminated,” Murong Fu muttered with emotion.

Earth Immortal.

This was the name for those Heavenly Venerables who were inverse cultivators trying to break through to the Heaven Immortal realm.

This time, the so-called Earth Immortals had strength. After entering the Sage Realm, they began to prepare to cultivate in reverse. Their combat strength would be higher than their peers.

However, as long as they were unable to break through, they would never have the chance to become Heaven Immortal during their lifetime.

Even Heavenly Venerables were powerless to reach it.

Earth Immortals were an unorthodox group that was not recognized by the cultivation world. They were not even comparable to pseudo-immortals.

However, they had the combat strength to crush those of the same level.

If Han Muye wanted to defy the heavens and cultivate, he could also be called an Earth Immortal.

Unless he transcended the Five Decays of Heaven and Man and stepped into the Heaven Immortal Realm.

With the support of an Earth Immortal, the Murong family managed to eke out a living.

The cultivation resources of the younger generation were difficult to come by, so Murong Fu, who was considered an expert in the clan, led the caravan to the Yunteng Wasteland.

“Is that Senior of yours who made a huge mistake Murong Zheng?”

Han Muye suddenly spoke.

Murong Fu’s expression changed.

He nodded. “Young Master Han, do you know the name of my granduncle?”

If it weren’t for this incident, Murong Zheng would have been nothing in the Murong family.

Previously, the Murong Family was also a large family clan in the Cloud Mist Dao Sect. They had a Heaven Immortal expert holding down and presiding over them.

“Murong Zheng and I are good friends.”

Han Muye’s eyes lit up. He turned to look at Murong Fu, whose expression had changed, and a golden token appeared in his hand.

That token was Murong Zheng’s identity token.

Murong Fu looked at the identity card with a complicated expression. In the end, he bowed slightly and said to Han Muye, “Greetings, Senior.”

Han Muye put away the token, nodded, and said, “Back then, Murong Zheng asked me to take care of your Murong family. Unfortunately, I didn’t care about these mundane matters.

“I’m responsible for the decline of your Murong family.”

He raised his hand and pointed, and a green token appeared.

“If there’s anything you need my help with, feel free to look for me.”

After he finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared.

Murong Fu looked up and saw the token. His eyes widened and his entire body trembled.

“Yunlan Sword Immortal, Invincible City Lord…

“Does my Murong family still have such a powerful backer…”

Slowly reaching out and holding the token tightly, Murong Fu didn’t even dare to breathe.

Feeling the heaviness in his palm, he said softly, “Elders, my Murong family won’t be destroyed.”