Immortal Paladin

004 Research

004 Research

Morning arrived, washing away the lingering remnants of the night with golden light. The air was crisp, carrying the faint aroma of sizzling street food, incense, and freshly brewed tea. The once-quiet city had transformed into a bustling sea of activity.

Stalls lined the streets, their colorful canopies flapping gently in the breeze. Merchants called out to passersby, advertising everything from silk robes embroidered with golden dragons to charms that promised good fortune. Musicians played lively tunes on their guqins and pipas, their melodies blending with the excited chatter of visitors from all walks of life.

People of different backgrounds filled the streets. Wealthy nobles dressed in extravagant robes strolled leisurely, flanked by servants carrying parasols. Cultivators, easily distinguishable by their flowing garments and the occasional weapon strapped to their backs, moved with the quiet confidence of those accustomed to power. Common folk wove through the crowd, eager to enjoy the festival’s delights. Children ran past me, laughing as they waved paper lanterns shaped like mythical beasts.

I took my time observing everything, cataloging details that might be useful later. The festival wasn’t just a celebration—it was an opportunity. A gathering of so many different people meant an abundance of information, and I intended to take full advantage of that.

Still, I couldn’t help but think back to Liang Na.

She had called me a junior in cultivation. The way I saw it, that meant she had misjudged my power. That was good.

To be fair, it wasn’t entirely her fault. My abilities didn’t run on qi—the power cultivators used to gauge each other’s strength. That meant most people in this world shouldn’t be able to detect my power level. To them, I probably seemed like some privileged Young Master with decent martial prowess but nothing too impressive.

That gave me an advantage.

If people underestimated me, I could use that as leverage—either to stay out of trouble or catch opponents off guard. But there was a downside too. If no one took me seriously, I might end up being dismissed outright in situations where authority mattered.

I sighed. Another thing to keep in mind.

For now, I needed to focus. If there was anything in this city that could give me a breakthrough—some hint about how to navigate this world—it would be here, amid the chaos of the festival.

I walked at a leisurely pace, blending in with the crowd as best as I could. As I passed by different stalls, I caught snippets of conversation from visitors.

A group of young scholars, dressed in fine yet practical robes, stood near a tea house, admiring the city’s architecture.

“This is my first time in Yellow Dragon City,” one of them said, adjusting his jade hairpin. “I must admit, the craftsmanship of these buildings is unparalleled. Such delicate carvings on the wooden beams... even the capital doesn’t compare.”

Another nodded in agreement. “It is because the artisans here are directly sponsored by the City Lord’s family. They attract the best talent from across the continent.”

A woman in a traveling cloak stopped by a street vendor, inspecting a collection of delicate, hand-painted fans. She hummed thoughtfully as she picked one up.

“I hear the festival this year is grander than usual,” she mused. “The City Lord must be trying to impress some important guests.”

The vendor, an elderly man with a long white beard, chuckled. “You’re not wrong, miss. Cultivators from major sects have already arrived. Some say a great opportunity awaits in the city—though no one knows what form it will take.”

I paused slightly at that. A great opportunity?

A few steps away, a pair of young men, both dressed in traveling gear, were eagerly discussing something over bowls of steaming noodles.

“I heard that the auction house will be displaying an ancient artifact this time,” one said between bites. “Something related to an old sect that vanished centuries ago.”

His friend scoffed. “You believe every rumor you hear. What are the chances of that being true?”

“I don’t know, but a friend of mine saw a few elders from the Cloud Mist Sect enter the city last night. They wouldn’t be here unless something big was happening.”

I frowned slightly.

That was the second time I heard something about cultivators gathering in the city for more than just the festival. Was this the kind of lead I was looking for?@@@@

I continued my stroll, filing away every bit of information.

I couldn’t see his expression beneath the mask, but I imagined it was priceless.

The bandit hesitated for only a second.

Then, to my utter shock—she actually started stripping.

I blinked. Wait. What?

The thief—no, this person—was trembling, hands shaking as she fumbled with the ragged layers of clothing she wore. Her breath hitched, her entire body tense with fear.

I had meant it as a power move, a way to flip the script and intimidate them the same way they had tried to intimidate me. But the way she reacted—there was no bravado, no anger, just pure fear.

This world must be really terrible.

“P-please, Senior!” she suddenly cried, dropping to her knees. “I—I don’t have any treasures! I don’t have a storage ring! I was just trying to survive! Spare me, and I’ll do anything! Anything!”

What kind of xianxia bullshit development is this?!

I barely processed her words before realizing another important detail.

She. She.

I had assumed I was dealing with a male bandit, but now that I was actually looking, the signs were there—her frame was lean but slightly curved, and her voice, though rough, carried a distinctly feminine lilt. Her baggy rags and balaclava had disguised it well, but there was no mistaking it now.

And now, she was kowtowing to me, forehead pressed against the dirty stone ground.

I felt like an absolute asshole.

Great. Just great.

I let out a long sigh, rubbing my temple. I had been hoping for a low-level chump I could rough up a bit and extract information from—y’know, a classic bandit interrogation. But instead, I had cornered what looked like a half-starved woman who was just trying to survive.

I glanced at her again, taking in the full picture.

She was thin—too thin. Not quite skeletal, but definitely malnourished. Her arms were wrapped in old, tattered bandages, and what little skin was exposed was rough, like someone who had been through too many fights and too little proper rest.

Was this really a cultivator?

If she was, she wasn’t a strong one. Maybe she had some minor cultivation, just enough to enhance her body a bit, but from what I could see, she was nowhere near the level of someone like Liang Na.

Just my luck.

“No need to disrobe yourself,” I exhaled through my nose. “Get up.”

She flinched but obeyed, rising to her knees, hands still clasped together in desperate pleading.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

Her head remained bowed, but she answered quickly, voice small. “Gu Jie.”

I sighed again. This is going to be a pain in the ass.

Still... she was the best source of information I had.