I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Looking at the bright white light in his hand, Yang Zhao asked helplessly.

"Fellow Daoist, where can I buy this magic-testing stone?"

"Buy it, my friend, you are joking. How can you buy this thing just by saying so?"

Pointing to the empty hut next to him, the monk smiled slightly.

"Go in, fellow Daoist, you need to practice in there for half an hour."

"Just practice and that's all?"

"Just practice."

This request was a bit strange, and Yang Zhao couldn't help but ask.

"Fellow Daoist, why do you want to practice in this room?"

The man's answer was also simple.

"I am Bai Yu in the upper realm, and I forbid alien gods from entering."

The hut is not big, it is pitch black and has no windows. It looks like it was created by a monk using magic and is unstructured.

There was nothing inside, but Yang Zhao always felt that there was a pair of eyes watching her.

Looking around, Yang Zhao suddenly looked up.

Just then, a voice urging came from outside the house.

"Fellow Daoist, please hurry up, there are people waiting behind us."

"it is good."

Raising his hands and clasping his fists upwards, Yang Zhao threw back his clothes and sat in the middle of the hut, with his five hearts facing upwards, and he closed his eyes and began to practice.

Half an hour was neither long nor short. Soon, Yang Zhao reached the time and came out of the small house.

During this period, except for the inexplicable gaze that kept staring at her, everything else was no different from before.

Yang Zhao clasped her fists and walked out of the hut. The guard was different from the last time. This time he came over enthusiastically and accompanied her to an open space. He was full of compliments along the way and even took out a small green branch with a colorful rope hanging on it and handed it to Yang Zhao.

"Although the magic stone is not easy to obtain, if you are really interested, you can take my token and go to the Ye Zhang Temple to have a look."

"Ye Zhang Temple? Daoist friend, what are you doing..."

"My name is Yangshechi. I have a few mentors and friends in the Yezhang Temple. Maybe they can help you."

"My name is Yang Zhao, thank you very much, fellow Daoist Yangshe."

Although he didn't know why the other party became so enthusiastic, Yang Zhao still bowed politely and pushed the token back.

"I will go to Baiyu Upper Realm to participate in the Four-Party Conference this time. I will follow my master. If my master agrees, I will definitely visit the Yezhang Temple."

Yangshe Chi did not argue and took the token away. The two sides exchanged a few friendly greetings before Yangshe Chi went back to work.

Yang Zhao was completely confused by Yangshe Chi's enthusiasm. She sat in mid-air and thought for a while, but couldn't find anything to hold on to, so she simply put the matter out of her mind.

It was also here that Yang Zhao realized how big a backdoor the guardian of the Great Zhou's teleportation array had opened for her.

Here, the teleportation array is not activated every time one person comes. Instead, you have to wait until there are enough people before it is activated.

Unlike Yang Yun, who could go and leave on the same day.

There are no commercial activities in Yeyuan, and there are very few people coming and going, making it even more difficult to gather the right number of people.

The three stars and their little brothers came and went in the sky. They finally waited for 100 people and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

When the familiar dizziness, familiar tinnitus, and unfamiliar noise suddenly subsided, Yang Zhao was still a little dazed.

The feeling that there were living things and vitality everywhere made her a little uncomfortable.

Who knew that those were all normal sounds and movements, but Yang Zhao felt like he was being disturbed.

"People really want to live in a lively place."

They moved to a large valley, which was covered by a large translucent cover. It was light and dark all around. Yang Zhao felt that there were hundreds of monks stationed there to guard the operation.

Two of them exuded the obvious pressure of the Nascent Soul stage. Although they did not show up, they shocked everyone.

Standing on the teleportation array, Yang Zhao felt like food in a pot, which could be cooked and eaten with just a little fire.

The entry and exit inspection here is very strict. Even though Yang Zhao has the badge of the Four-Party Conference in his hand, he still went through many inquiries.

After much questioning, Yang Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The volume of Bai Yu's upper realm should be slightly larger than that of Da Zhou, but it is far smaller than that of Ye Yuan.

Now Yang Zhao felt light all over, and even flying saved him some energy. "It's really light."

After coming out of the valley, Yang Zhao ran into a ground-to-air 3D market head-on.

There are at least a hundred stalls on the ground and in the sky.

The better ones are small houses floating in the sky.

Almost, a rag spread on the ground can be considered a stall.

The stall owners included both mortals and monks, but they all stood straight and none of them were overly flattering.

There is a small town on a high mountain not far from the market. The bright rays of light burst out from the top of the mountain, creating a fairy-like scene.

After taking a few curious looks, Yang Zhao realized that the mountain had an atmosphere that said "keep away from strangers", so he stopped looking up and focused on strolling around the market.

There aren't many types of merchandise here, just elixirs, mounts, and flying boats.

The largest number of them are those that sell maps.

There are roughly hundreds of regional maps, detailed city maps, secret maps of spiritual realms, and fragmentary maps of relics.

What is different from Da Zhou is that many temple maps are also sold here.

After walking around twice, Yang Zhao realized that the cultivation system here was neither a traditional sect that recruited disciples nor an academy like the Great Zhou, but various temples.

Every cultivator has received a gift from God.

Every cultivator has his own god to serve.

The gods are high above, and temples rule the secular world.

"There won't be such a thing as a war between gods in this Baiyu upper realm, right?"

Feeling that the customs of various circles in the cultivation world were different, Yang Zhao only bought a map to the Four Directions Conference, forced his way through the mountains, and flew away silently.

This market has a magical rule: it does not accept gold or silver, only spiritual objects, which is obviously a rip-off.

Seeing this scene, Yang Zhao couldn't help but worry.

The mainstream currency in Baiyu's upper world couldn't be something else, right? If it wasn't gold and silver, she would have become a pauper.

Flicking the blue flame on her wrist, she sighed.

She also wanted to spend a lot of money to buy a piece of dragon bone and feed it to Yushan before the Four-Party Conference started.

After flying for a whole day in the direction indicated by the map vendor, Yang Zhao still didn't see any people at night, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.

Seeing that there was no one around, Yang Zhao found an empty mountaintop to spend the night. Early the next morning, she carefully studied the map in her hand.

At the very center of this map is a temple - the Ye Zhang Temple.

Next to the temple is a small teleportation array.

No wonder, that Yangshe Chi came from Yezhang Temple. It turns out that this teleportation formation was guarded by Yezhang Temple.

The location of the Quartet Conference is a small dot in the upper left corner of the map.

The several major rivers and mountains on the map are depicted in great detail.

However, looking at the surrounding scenery, Yang Zhao studied the map for a long time and flew a long circle in the sky. He had to admit that sometimes being able to understand the map is also a profound knowledge.

She decided not to embarrass herself and reached out to wave him away.

"Hello, Comrade Yang."

The two little bean men appeared on the top of the mountain and saluted Yang Zhao.

"No, no, no."

Waving his hand, Yang Zhao quickly gave the map to the two little bean men.

"Can you read a map? I can't find my way."

"Yes."

The two men took the map, subconsciously looked up at the sky, and then lowered their heads.

Although there is a star in the sky that illuminates the earth, it is reluctant to let strangers use it to determine the direction.

After studying it carefully for a while, the two of them whispered a few words and looked up at Yang Zhao together.

"Comrade Yang, the scale on this map is at least one to a million. You need to fly us forward at least a hundred miles to determine the approximate location."

(End of this chapter)