My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible - Chapter 471 Nine Heavens City
Chapter 471 Nine Heavens City
It had been more than three days since Liam used the Many Bodies, One Mind technique to create three clones, and thanks to the time dilation between the three universes, quite a lot had happened in that short span.
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Clone Two materialized in Grand Xia, appearing in Blackstone City.
But Blackstone City held nothing for him now. The auction house manager still had the bottle of Transcendent Recovery Pills he’d left for sale, but since Liam had already decided to write off those proceeds, there was no need to go see the auction house manager.
The pills were a test. It was a way to see if miraculous healing capabilities would draw attention, create ripples in the cultivation economy that he could observe from a distance. Whether they sold or not, whether they caused chaos or were quietly bought by someone powerful, he’d find out eventually. The cultivation world’s rumor mill was efficient enough that news of something that extraordinary would reach him regardless of where he went.
Two lifted off the ground and flew out of Blackstone City. He reached the city and over the region where the battle had taken place, curious to see what had become of the destruction he’d left behind.
The cleanup had been thorough. Buildings were being reconstructed at an extremely fast pace. The blood had been washed away, the rubble cleared, and within another week or two, most visible evidence of the battle would be gone entirely.
Only the survivors would remember. And they would remember very clearly.
Two increased his speed, leaving the city behind as he oriented himself toward the nearest major city.
The nearest major city is Nine Heavens City, which is controlled by the Nine Heavens Thousand Sword Sect.
The flight took only minutes at his current speed. The landscape below shifted from sparse wilderness to cultivated farmland to the dense sprawl of buildings. Nine Heavens City was larger than Blackstone by at least a factor of three, and the spiritual energy here was noticeably denser.
A sect-controlled city maintained formations that concentrated ambient energy, making it more attractive to cultivators and creating the kind of positive feedback loop that turned regional powers into permanent fixtures.
Two landed at the city outskirts, choosing to walk rather than fly directly in. Flying was a status symbol in the cultivation world—only those at certain levels of power could maintain sustained flight, and doing it casually announced your strength to everyone watching. That kind of attention was exactly what he wanted to avoid right now.
The city gates were massive, carved from stone and reinforced with formation arrays that hummed with latent power. Guards stood at attention, but they didn’t stop him. Entry to major cities was generally unrestricted unless you were obviously hostile or carried the markers of a known enemy faction.
Two walked through and immediately noticed the difference in atmosphere compared to Blackstone City.
This was a cultivator city in the truest sense. The streets weren’t filled with mortals going about mundane business. They were populated by practitioners at various levels of advancement, all moving varying intentions.
The architecture reflected this too. Buildings were taller and more elaborate.
And people were staring at him.
Two became aware of the attention gradually. He noted that they were of curiosity and they were directed to his unique, but bizzare dressing.
His Earth clothing stood out dramatically. The simple shirt and pants that would have been completely unremarkable back home looked bizarrely out of place here, where everyone wore robes or martial attire that marked their faction affiliations.
Two grimaced internally. “I should really change into something more appropriate so I can blend in. I don’t want the young master incident that happened in Blackstone City to repeat itself.”
That particular memory was fresh and irritating. What should have been a quiet meal at a restaurant had escalated into a confrontation with an arrogant young master, which later escalated and ended with him destroying the Devouring Petal Pavillion.
The whole thing had been exhausting and unnecessary.
While Two wouldn’t actively seek trouble, he also wouldn’t run if it found him. He would just have to handle it. But reducing the chances of trouble finding him in the first place seemed like basic strategic sense.
He stopped a passing female cultivator and asked politely for directions to a clothing store.
She blinked at his appearance, clearly processing the strange outfit, then smiled and pointed down the main thoroughfare giving him the direction.
Two thanked her with a slight bow, which seemed to surprise her pleasantly, and headed in the direction she’d indicated.
The store she directed him to, was called the Silken Phoenix, and it was exactly what he needed. It was a large establishment with displays showing various styles of cultivation robes ranging from practical to ostentatious. He pushed through the entrance, triggering a small bell that announced his arrival.
The salesperson who approached him was a woman. She had clearly been about to offer a standard greeting when she actually registered his appearance. Her expression flickered through surprise, confusion, and then professional composure as she recovered smoothly.
“Welcome to the Silken Phoenix,” she said, her voice warm despite the obvious effort it took to not stare at his clothing. “How may I assist you today?”
“I need a complete outfit. Something practical,” Two said simply.
The woman nodded, her professional instincts taking over. “Of course. Please, have a seat. I’ll bring you a selection.”
She gestured to a comfortable-looking chair near the counter, then moved to one of the massive shelves that lined the walls. Two watched her work, pulling robes, examining them briefly, discarding some and keeping others.
She returned within minutes carrying a neat stack of garments. “These should suit someone of your build and coloring,” she said, setting them on the counter. “Would you like to try them on to ensure proper fit?”
Two accepted the clothing and nodded. “Yes, please.”
She led him to a changing room in the back—a private space with enough room to move comfortably and a full-length mirror that showed his current appearance in all its out-of-place glory.
Two changed quickly, appreciating the quality of the fabric. The cultivation world’s textile industry had access to spirit beast materials and other durable materials. The robes were lightweight but durable.
He settled on a set of dark blue robes with silver trim. When he stepped out of the changing room, the salesperson’s expression shifted noticeably.
The bizarre foreigner had been transformed into someone who looked like he was no different from everyone else on the street.
“That suits you very well,” she said, and there was genuine appreciation in her voice now rather than just professional courtesy. “Will you be taking the full set?”
“Yes,” Two confirmed. “All of it. How much?”
“Five hundred and eighty-one gold coins for everything.”
Two nodded and reached into his pocket, and into the Dimensional Space. He pulled out the exact amount in gold coins and set them on the counter in a neat stack.
“Thank you for your business,” the salesperson said, bowing slightly deeper. “Please visit us again if you need anything else.”
Two returned the bow politely and left the store, now properly dressed for moving through a cultivation city without drawing unnecessary attention.
The street felt different now. People still glanced at him occasionally, but with the kind of casual assessment they gave each other rather than the previous stares his Earth clothing had attracted. Two smiled, as he blended into the crowd.
He began walking with no particular destination in mind, simply taking in the atmosphere of Nine Heavens City while thinking about what to do next. The original Liam had sent him here to explore, to gather information about the cultivation world beyond Grand Xia’s borders.
But broad exploration required specific starting points.
He was considering which direction to pursue when a group of young cultivators bumped into him.
It wasn’t a hard collision, but an incidental contact that happened in crowded streets. Two frowned slightly when the group didn’t turn to apologise, but decided not to pursue it. Causing a commotion in a city he’d just arrived in seemed counterproductive, especially when he was specifically trying to avoid the kind of attention that led to unnecessary conflict.
The group didn’t apologize or even look back. They just kept walking and talking loudly, clearly more interested in their own conversation than in basic street courtesy.
They were being led by a young man who radiated the kind of smug satisfaction that came from recent social victory. His cultivation was at Peak Foundation Establishment. The others in his group were slightly weaker, ranging from Mid to Late Foundation Establishment.
One of the followers was laying on the flattery thick. “I still can’t believe you successfully wooed Senior Sister Mei Ling! She’s turned down dozens of suitors over the past year. You’re truly legendary, Senior Brother Lu!”
Two couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Cultivation world social dynamics were exhausting—everything was “senior brother this” and “junior sister that” and elaborate face-saving rituals around romantic pursuits that could have been handled with simple direct conversation.
He started to tune out the conversation and continue on his way.
Then another voice in the group said something that made him stop walking entirely.
“I’m just curious about the Ten Thousand Blade Grotto that opens in a few days,” the speaker said eagerly. “Senior Brother Lu, do you think you’ll be able to acquire a Saint Grade weapon? Or maybe a cultivation technique of equivalent grade? The sect is sending you as one of our representatives, so surely—”
“Of course I will,” Chen interrupted, his voice dripping with confidence. “The Grotto responds to sword affinity and comprehension. My affinity is exceptional, and my comprehension of the Dao of the Blade surpasses anyone else at my level in the sect. When I enter that ancient inheritance ground, I’ll return with treasures that will elevate my status dramatically.”
The entire group burst into enthusiastic agreement, heaping more praise on Chen’s inevitable success.
Two barely heard any of it. His attention had locked onto four words: Ten Thousand Blade Grotto.
From just the name, he knew that it was an ancient inheritance ground and it was opening in a few days.
That was exactly the kind of opportunity he’d been hoping to find. It was finally an opportunity for him to temper himself.
Two’s expression shifted into a slight smile as he turned to follow the group at a discrete distance, listening carefully to gather more information about this Grotto and what it would take to gain entry
