Next, during the time it took to eat a meal, Ye Chuyu answered many of Ye Chuxiao’s questions.

Of course, Ye Chuyu couldn’t answer every single question.

She certainly knew a lot, but she wasn’t an encyclopedia that knew everything.

Moreover, the worlds were different. Even if the cultivation systems seemed largely the same, there were still differences.

Aside from anything else, the different cultivation cultures formed due to differences in cultivation flaws would create obvious gaps between different world backgrounds.

For example, in Ye Chuyu's description, the Azure World was a world where all kinds of enjoyment, leisure, entertainment, and skills were developed to a very high degree, because what drove those developments were many cultivators with all kinds of hobbies.

But Daheng didn't have that kind of soil.

After eating and drinking her fill, Ye Chuyu patted her little belly and stretched.

"The food was okay. Although it wasn't the most delicious thing I've ever eaten, it had its own unique flavor. I answered so many of your questions today; you're not planning to just get rid of me with a meal, are you?" Ye Chuyu asked Ye Chuxiao.

Ye Chuxiao said, "Whatever you want, just ask. If I can do it, I definitely will."

Ye Chuxiao still cared about this cheap younger sister who could answer all kinds of questions.

At the very least, he had to squeeze out everything she knew first.

Ye Chuyu said happily, "Okay, then! I want to go to a pleasure house to listen to music. Will you take me?"

Ye Chuxiao glanced at Ye Chuyu. "That's absurd. What kind of older brother takes his younger sister to a place like that?"

"If you really want to go... go yourself in disguise. Don't look for me."

"I don't like going to those smoky places."

Ye Chuxiao said it with a straight face, forgetting that before he transmigrated, he was also a clubbing prince.

"Then accompany me for a walk around Pingliang Ward. That's okay, right?" Ye Chuyu said, pouting. Her eyes showed a bit more appreciation as she looked at Ye Chuxiao.

It’s understandable for cultivating girls to mature a bit early, right?

Ye Chuxiao nodded.

Although he hadn't completely finished the cultivation task he had set for himself that day, he could still spare some time to deal with Ye Chuyu.

After dealing with her, he would go back and make up for the remaining number of sword swings.

Martial arts training not only required experience and ideas, but also required long-term practice and accumulation to form muscle memory.

After paying the bill, they left the restaurant.

The two siblings squeezed into the crowd and quickly disappeared into the noise and bustle of the Divine Capital City.

Daheng's Divine Capital City was naturally prosperous and lively, and in this prosperity and liveliness, apart from the East and West Markets, the most fascinating place was none other than Pingliang Ward, which was rumored to be extremely romantic.

It was like a dusty flower blooming in the desolate desert that was Daheng Divine Capital, which was extremely indifferent to cultivators.

The strong atmosphere of everyday life attracted many people to seek the flavor of life and survival that should have been there.

But it was unreal.

The glamorous side presented to people was like a bubble reflecting a rainbow.

Pingliang Ward was a place crowded with brothels. Of course, the most famous ones were still the brothels.

The Western Region's Huji were good at dancing and full of exotic charm, the nuns and monks of Mount Tai all had them, and were good at dual cultivation secret techniques. The Yangzhou slender horses were trained in poetry, songs, and music from an early age, and they were the most understanding confidantes. There were also the Da Tong's women with enchanting figures, and the Xinghu's boat girls with gentle personalities, who were good at cooking... All of these could be found in Pingliang Ward, and they were all the best. Moreover, there were many courtesans who were excellent in both appearance and art, and were well-known.

However, it was not just the beauty that made this place so prosperous.

Musicians, singers, magicians, storytellers, and acrobats from all over the country gathered here, treating it as their best stage to perform.

They all wanted to become famous in the Divine Capital, thereby ascending to the gates of dignitaries, stepping into a wealthy land, seeking an identity, and getting rid of the lower class, supposedly becoming the elite.

But wasn't this beautiful expectation also a lie of life?

In the world of cultivation, the upper world only belonged to cultivators.

And the cultivators of Daheng were almost all indifferent.

For them, enjoyment, extravagance, and play had no meaning.

Prosperity was only because the Divine Capital, as the capital of Daheng, needed prosperity.

Saying that Ye Chuxiao was taking Ye Chuyu shopping was actually Ye Chuyu dragging Ye Chuxiao around everywhere.

In contrast, Ye Chuyu had a kind of 'vividness' that Ye Chuxiao seemed to be forgetting.

Sitting on the viewing platform by the street, watching the performers on the stage performing hard, Ye Chuyu's palms were red from clapping, but Ye Chuxiao was still expressionless.

The surrounding noise seemed to have little connection to him.

But suddenly, a series of muffled thunders sounded in the sky.

As if something instantly flowed into this originally flawed world, making the world, which originally seemed to only have black and white, instantly become colorful.

On a restaurant not far away, a man in white, wearing a white tear-streaked mask, raised his glass remotely towards the direction of the Ministry of Justice's dungeon and poured the wine in his glass.

"Farewell, Lord Tang! This world is about to be wonderful."

"Without Lord Tang's generosity today, the people of this world, even if they were living in dire straits, would still be uneventful without the participation of cultivators."

"Lord Tang, forever!"

On Mount Yao outside the Divine Capital City, Yan Po danced his saber in the wind. His saber roared and sobbed in the wind, but in the end, it only cut off the fallen leaves all over the mountain. These fallen leaves seemed to be seeing off the old man who had worked hard for Daheng for decades.

Inside the palace city, on the dragon throne, the young emperor suddenly burst into tears and called out, "Teacher!"

The Empress Dowager behind the curtain lowered her eyes, and a hint of pleasure and sarcasm appeared on her peerless face.

In the court, all the civil and military officials were shaken.

Some remained silent, some laughed wantonly, some bowed remotely towards the direction of the Ministry of Justice's dungeon, and some suddenly wailed and beat their chests.

It was as if a spring breeze suddenly blew into this world, quietly thawing the frozen world, and instantly ushered in the myriad states of humanity.

Ye Chuyu put down the candied haws in her hand, looked up at the sky, and inexplicably became teary-eyed.

"I... what's wrong with me? Why do I want to cry unconsciously?" Ye Chuyu asked.

At this moment, there was also more warmth on Ye Chuxiao's face, and the softness that had been diluted was now thawed and reappeared.

"Do you know about whale fall?"

"After a giant whale dies, it doesn't fall into the abyss quickly, but its body can provide nutrients needed for survival to many marine organisms."

"The dead whale becomes the tenderness it returns to the sea, and countless lives are extended because of its death."

Hearing this, Ye Chuyu widened her eyes. At first, she was at a loss, but then she suddenly realized, "Is someone... is there a peerless expert who has reached the Wuding realm who chose to sacrifice himself to the Dao?" (Wuding: a cultivation realm, meaning 'no fixed abode')

Ye Chuxiao nodded slightly, "Yes! His name is Tang Sudong!"

Tang Sudong is dead!

Quietly, one afternoon, he committed suicide on the fifth floor of the Ministry of Justice's dungeon.

When he died, all his intentions were returned to this incomplete world.

From the moment of his death, the hearts of the many cultivators in the Daheng world that had been frozen by indifference were quietly thawed.