Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Practitioners can be seen everywhere on the streets, either in groups or alone.

As night falls, these people all go to the night market.

The alchemy conference held once every ten years is naturally also a grand trade gathering. The more practitioners there are, the more business opportunities there are.

Zhang Yifeng and others had nothing to do, so they also went to the night market to have a look.

The night market is bustling with people and bustling.

Almost nothing sold here is low-grade. Zhang Yifeng saw someone selling level nine weapons. Even the ninth-level medicinal materials are not that scarce.

The imperial city is indeed an imperial city.

"This is the Imperial City. There are so many good things. Unfortunately, I can't even afford them."

Baitu Tianhe sighed.

The group of people wandered around for about an hour before leaving.

"Find a place to stay first, and we'll sign up early tomorrow morning."

Zhang Yifeng spoke calmly.

"Okay. Let's just go to the restaurant in front. I'll cover all the expenses."

Baitu Tianhe pointed to the restaurant in front and spoke grandly.

This restaurant has a total of five floors and covers a large area. The building of the restaurant is also unique, like an eagle spreading its wings.

Baitu Tianhe walked into the inn and said very boldly: "Housekeeper, are there any rooms left? Can you give me eight upper rooms? One for each of us."

The shopkeeper said apologetically: "My guest, I'm sorry, the upper room is gone. How many more rooms are there in the middle room? Can you stay?"

"A stroke? Stay."

Baitu Tianhe didn't have much demand for a living environment, so he immediately nodded in agreement.

"Hello guest, eight people, eight middle rooms, each middle room costs one thousand moonstones per night, eight people equals eight thousand moonstones. How long do you plan to stay?"

Hearing this, Baitu Tianhe was startled and asked: "Shopkeeper, how many moon stones did you say per night?"

The shopkeeper replied: "A thousand moon stones a night. What's wrong?"

"Is this the price of a medium-sized house?"

Baitu Tianhe was a little confused. Is the consumption in this imperial city too expensive?

"Yes. The price of a medium-sized house."

"What about going to bed?"

"Five thousand moonstones per night in the house."

"So expensive!"

Baitu Tianhe finally understood why his father gave him one hundred thousand moon stones. The cost of the emotional imperial city was not ordinary high. Fortunately, he didn't have a room. If he had a room, he didn't know whether he should live there. One room costs 5,000, and eight rooms costs 40,000. One hundred thousand moonstones are only enough to stay for two days.

Who raised the prices so high?

Baitu Tianhe suddenly felt like a countryman coming into the city.

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "It's been a bit expensive recently. Does this guest still want to stay?"

"Just stay."

Although Baitu Tianhe is a bit painful, the middle house is still affordable.

"Eight rooms?" the shopkeeper asked again.

Just as Baitu Tianhe was about to nod, Senior Brother Bai Li's voice came: "It's not as many as eight rooms. The four of us, brothers and sisters, can live in one room. We don't need to sleep anyway."

"I don't live alone either. I live with Zhang Yifeng."

Hong Ling's voice also came. Bai Li and others were surprised, and they all gave Zhang Yifeng an "I understand" look.

"Then let's open four rooms."

Finally, Baitu Tianhe opened four rooms.

"Okay, how long will the guests stay? Are they going to stay until the end of the alchemy conference? How about we lay down 50,000 moonstones first? If we give back more, we will make up less, and we will not deceive anyone."

"no problem."

Baitu Tianhe said cheerfully, he would not frown on the money that should be spent.

It just seems that one hundred thousand moon stones can only guarantee a simple living in the Great Man Imperial City. If you want to eat or buy something, it is a luxury.

On this day, Zhang Yifeng stayed in Daman Imperial City.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yifeng followed Baitu Tianhe to the registration office of the Intercontinental Alchemy Conference.

Although Daman Imperial City is very large, the registration office is not difficult to find. Just ask a passerby.

Registration is not complicated. An old man who looked like a civil servant looked at Baitu Tianhe's recommendation letter, and then asked Baitu Tianhe: "Where is the chief alchemist of your Baitu family?"

Baitu Tianhe pointed at Zhang Yifeng and said, "This is the chief alchemist of my Baitu family."

"Him? Chief Alchemist?"

The civil servant frowned at that time. He was responsible for registration for the past five intercontinental alchemy conferences. In the past few decades, he has met many powerful alchemists and talented young heroes. It is not like he has never seen an alchemist as young as Zhang Yifeng. But those young alchemists all followed the master and were not the chief alchemist.

The young man in front of him is actually the chief alchemist of the Baitu family, which means that this young man is at least an eighth-level alchemist.

This makes the civil servants a little unbelievable!

But the civil servant was considered to have a good temper. He said to Zhang Yifeng: "Then follow the old rules and refine an eighth-level elixir in front of me. You can provide the materials yourself. I am not responsible here. There are no materials. If so, go back and prepare quickly."

The last sentence of the civil servant was obviously to give Zhang Yifeng and Baitu Tianhe a step up. It meant that if you don't have real materials, you should take the initiative to go back to avoid making a fool of yourself.

Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly and took out the alchemy furnace without saying a word.

Then he took out the ingredients for the eighth-level healing elixir that he had prepared long ago, and started refining the elixir directly in front of the civil servants.

Zhang Yifeng's technique is not subtle, because it is Chu Qiu's alchemy technique.

However, although the technique was not very subtle, Zhang Yifeng's control of the flames was perfect, and there were no flaws in the entire alchemy.

In addition, Zhang Yifeng did not use Dark Demon Fire, but still used Blue Moon Fire.

Five minutes later, Zhang Yifeng successfully condensed the elixir.

Six pills rolled down from the pill furnace. The reason why there were only six pills was because Zhang Yifeng deliberately released the water.

These six healing pills are all just low-grade pills.

Seeing the finished pill rolling down, Baitu Tianhe on the side breathed a sigh of relief. Zhang Yifeng really lived up to his trust!

Although he looked calm, he was actually sweating on his back.

"This...is really an eighth-level healing pill!"

The old civil servant glanced at Zhang Yifeng in surprise, then nodded.

"It's true that a hero comes from a young boy, and he is actually an eighth-level alchemist at such a young age! What kind of family is this Baitu family? It can actually cultivate a powerful alchemist like you. By the way, your name is Zhang Yifeng, right? This name is quite interesting. Exactly the same as the young Alchemy King in Central Continent.”

After admiring for a while, the old civil servant took out a participation certificate and handed it to Zhang Yifeng.

"Take this participation card. In addition, let me remind you that only five people are allowed to be brought with one participation card. In other words, you can only register up to five disciples or alchemists. If the number of you exceeds the limit, I didn’t buy a ticket. You can spend money from me to get another participation pass.”

Hearing this, Baitu Tianhe and Zhang Yifeng were both stunned.

Baitu Tianhe even asked in confusion: "Is there a limit on the number of disciples and alchemists?"