I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Yang Zhao braved the disturbing noise and slowly flew up along the edge of the big metal plate.

Just after passing this large metal plate, I looked up and saw another large metal plate floating on it, but this building plate was smaller than the one below.

Yang Zhao gradually had a clue in his mind, and he took a short flight online to confirm his thoughts.

This tower-shaped instrument is really not cast to building specifications.

This is a pure tower-shaped metal cover with no partitions in the middle, and there are nine large metal plates floating inside the tower, arranged upwards in order from largest to smallest.

The largest metal plate is the one at the bottom, which is as big as two and a half football fields. The smallest one is at the top, which is only more than ten meters in diameter.

The metal plates are not connected to each other, cannot go up to the sky or touch the ground. They do not touch the four walls of the tower, and there are no stairs or anything like that.

Yang Zhao was very doubtful that something worth dozens of tons would fall down and kill a bunch of people.

"How did these big plates float up there?"

So this tower was not more than 20 floors as she saw from the outside, but only ten floors.

If someone is fighting on the big metal plate, a layer of floating runes will light up. If no one is around, it will be dark.

Groups of spectators, bettors, and self-recommended military advisors were all making noise in the darkness outside the big metal disc.

A pair of eyes stared at the two people fighting in the plate, glowing with passion and bloodthirsty.

Yang Zhao was a little upset, her whole body was hot but her spine felt chilly. She always felt that something was wrong here, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

"What the hell."

Yang Zhao muttered secretly, and then the shouts of "Kill him!" and "Smash his head and let me taste his brains!" began to drop.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and her figure paused in mid-air.

The passerby surnamed Zhang clearly said that there are only 300 people in this city. Although he said that there are more people coming to the island these days, will there be so many people?
Yang Zhao's eyes glanced around uncontrollably, his heartbeat silently estimated the number, and he came up with a number after dozens of seconds.

There were not even ten thousand but eight thousand people shouting in this big tower!
Three hundred versus eight thousand, is this just a little more?

"Are you going to catch a big market in Tianfu today?"

Otherwise, why would so many people come?

Maybe this is the legendary exchange conference of the cultivation world?
After all, all kinds of novels follow this routine.

As he thought about it, Yang Zhao chuckled and began to miss the days when he stayed up late to read novels in college.

He continued to descend with a smile, and at this moment, he heard an old voice in the distance.

"Hey, little girl, are you new here? Do you want some information about this Tower of Babel? Just two taels of silver and you can buy me a cup of tea."

Yang Zhao was startled, stopped, and turned around to see an old man who couldn't tell what color he was wearing, smiling and waving to Yang Zhao.

She looked around and found no one else around, so she pointed her index finger at her nose in confusion. "Old senior, are you calling me?"

"Of course it's you, little girl. I can tell from the first glance that you are new here. Do you want to challenge yourself when you enter the tower and compete for the order of the heaven?"

The old man smiled and took two steps forward to leave the darkness. The light of the runes shone on him, and Yang Zhao saw clearly that the old man was wearing maroon clothes.

"Old man, I have been in this tower for many years, and I know all about the masters of foundation building in this tower who have won the Heavenly Palace Order. How about you pay me two taels of silver, buy me a cup of tea, and I will let you avoid detours?"

It turns out that this is an information dealer, looking at his own veil to solicit business.

Yang Zhao understood in his heart.

"Old senior, you don't know something. Junior, I am relatively poor. I'm afraid I can't afford these two taels of silver. I'm really sorry for you."

She cupped her hands and tried to fall down again with her spiritual power.

"Hey, kid, don't go away. Two taels of silver will give you one more chance to get the Tianfu Order. No matter where in the world this controversy occurs, you will never suffer a loss."

The old man became anxious upon hearing this and stepped in front of Yang Chao.

"Besides, you, a foundation-building monk, opened your mouth and said you don't have two taels of silver. Are you kidding me? Aren't you just trying to slap me in the face?"

Yang Zhao was blocked by the old man and could only stop his falling movement and blinked.

Also, the fact that a monk in the foundation-building stage cannot find two taels of silver on his body sounds like a trick.

But the key is that Yang Zhao has the Tianfu Order herself, so she doesn't have to fight to the death in this tower to fight for another Tianfu Order.

Even if this Tianfu Order is valuable, it's not worth it.

If Yang Zhao was willing, she would now be a rich woman earning several thousand taels of silver every minute.

"It's the junior who's being rude. It's the first time for this junior to come to Tianfu Island and he doesn't understand the rules. I hope the senior will understand."

Yang Zhao took out two 100-gram bank silver bars from his arms and handed them over respectfully.

"With these coins, I'll treat senior to a cup of tea. Junior and my senior are waiting for me below. I can't spend more time with senior to chat with me."

Forget about spending money to buy some peace and quiet. How can you still start a fight with someone else when you are on someone else's territory?

Besides, Yang Zhao was panicking and always wanted to return to Shen Ruoyu's side.

The old man took the silver, weighed it, and then said with a smile.

"Hey, you are a master who is not short of money. You are really generous. This move only costs four or five taels of silver."

But halfway through the words, the smile on his face faded, and he looked at Yang Zhao with a cold look.

"You took out the money, but you didn't buy information from me. Why? Do you think I'm the robber who blocked the road?"