The tall red rock gate divided the inside and outside of the city into two different worlds. Outside the city gate, there were a large number of cultivators and mortals waiting in line to enter. Over the heads of these people, one could vaguely see the bustling Yang 'an City.
The entire city gate was divided into several passageways in an orderly manner. Some were for cultivators, some were for mortals, and of course, there were also side entrances for the privileged.
Relatively speaking, it was much easier for mortals to enter Yang 'an City. There were fewer checks, but it was not so easy for cultivators to enter Yang' an City. They had to go through at least three checks.
Although Hayashikawa and the other two were cultivators, they had the identity medallion of the inner sect of the Lin Family. If they wanted to enter Yang 'an City, they could directly use the special passageway and not go through the troublesome checks.
When the three of them stood out from the crowd and walked straight towards the passageway for the nobles of Yang 'an City, they immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding people. Many people looked at the three of them with inquisitive eyes, but then shook their heads. Some of them had a gloating attitude and were ready to watch a good show.
"Brother, why are the three of them walking towards that door? Can't we go through? There are too many people queuing here! "Someone saw Hayashikawa's actions and asked curiously.
"That door is specially prepared for the nobles of Yang 'an City. Ordinary people can't pass at all. Just watch, the three of them are going to make a fool of themselves. They will definitely be thrown out by the guards later!" Someone replied.
Hayashikawa and the other two did not seem to notice the strangeness of the people around them. Under the gazes of these people, they slowly walked past.
There were ten guards guarding the side entrance. Nine of them were in the Qi Refining stage and one was in the Foundation Establishment stage. At this moment, when they saw Hayashikawa and the other two walking over, they frowned slightly. Especially when they saw that Hayashikawa and the other two were wrapped in black robes and did not dare to show their faces, the suspicion in their hearts grew stronger.
"Go, see what's going on! If it's a brat who doesn't know what's good for him, beat him up and throw him out! "The leader of the Foundation Establishment stage gave a look, and the two guards beside him immediately surrounded them.
"What are you doing! Is this a place you can come to? "A guard shouted at Hayashikawa.
Hayashikawa hated people who looked down on others. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with them. He ignored the two of them and walked towards the Foundation Establishment Stage leader.
"Oh, you're quite arrogant. Let me see what qualifications you have to talk to me like that!" One of them immediately raised his hand to slap Hayashikawa's face. There was a faint spirit light coming from his palm. Clearly, he had circulated his spirit force.
The crowd of onlookers had clearly noticed the abnormality here. They all looked on coldly, waiting for the scene of Hayashikawa, wrapped in a black robe, being sent flying. However, in the next moment, Hayashikawa suddenly attacked, sending the guard flying with a palm strike.
"How dare you! Do you want to barge into Yang 'an City? Stop … "The leader of the Foundation Establishment stage cultivators immediately shouted and was about to attack with a cold expression.
However, Hayashikawa didn't give him a chance to attack. He swung his right hand, and a small token immediately floated out. There was a large "Lin" character on the token. Under the effect of spirit force, it emitted a bright and beautiful light. Even in the daytime, it was still clearly visible.
"Now, do I have the qualifications to enter from here?" Faced with the sudden silence, Hayashikawa coldly asked.
"The identity token of an inner sect disciple of the Lin Family!"
"It's an inner sect disciple of the Lin Family!"
…
The guard immediately recognized the significance of the token, and his face immediately turned ugly. He did not expect that these three people, who were wrapped in black and refused to show their faces, would actually be inner disciples of the Lin family.
One had to know that even if they were only in the Qi Refining stage, the identity of an inner sect disciple of the Lin Family was enough for the leader of the Foundation Establishment stage cultivators here to treat them with respect. This was a difference in status that even cultivation couldn't make up for.
Sure enough, after seeing the token, the leader of the Foundation Establishment stage cultivators' face turned ugly. After a moment of hesitation, he had no choice but to bow slightly and say respectfully, "I didn't know it was the three inner sect disciples who had come. Please forgive me!"
He didn't even need to check the authenticity of the token, because the "Lin" character on it couldn't be forged. The aura it contained said everything.
"Young master, please forgive me! We … "
The guard who was sent flying still wanted to explain, but Hayashikawa didn't want to hear it. He directly led Qin Lang and Bu Lianshi into the city gate. At this moment, the surrounding onlookers widened their eyes and watched the scene unfold in disbelief.
They originally thought that Hayashikawa would be beaten up, but they didn't expect the ending to be like this. It could only be said that this was the first time they had seen such a low-key noble.
However, just as Hayashikawa was about to step into the city gate, a huge commotion broke out in the crowd outside. Even the guards at the side rushed out to greet them, leaving Hayashikawa, an inner sect disciple, to the side.
The three of them stopped in their tracks and looked out of the city gate. They didn't know when, but an extremely luxurious carriage had appeared in the sky, pulled by three strange spiritual beasts. It was slowly descending towards the city gate of Yang An City. On the black body of the carriage, there was an ancient character imprinted in flames. It shone brightly, as if the flames were real, burning eternally.
"Whose carriage is this? It's so luxurious. The three Wind-Riding Foals must cost at least 100,000 spiritual stones!"
"How impressive. The ancient character on the carriage is comparable to the Lin Family's character. Who is so bold to come to the Lin Family's territory and show off?"
"Don't tell me it's …"
In a split second, discussions broke out all around. Everyone's eyes were attracted to the slowly descending carriage. The guards at the city gate were all mobilized at this moment, heading towards the place where the carriage landed.
"This kind of carriage with that character, it should belong to that family! What are they doing in Yang An City? "Qin Lang's eyes narrowed slightly as he asked softly.
"The Song Family of the Eight Great Families? They are indeed very impressive! "Hayashikawa's white eyes stared at the gently descending carriage as he muttered.
"From what I know, only the twelve successors of the Song Family can ride this kind of carriage. These twelve people are ranked according to their talent, from the first to the twelfth. Their status is similar to Bai Lingzi of the Lin Family. It can be said that they are the most talented in the younger generation of the Song Family! I wonder which successor is coming this time! "Bu Lianshi looked curiously at the carriage as he asked Hayashikawa.
"Hey, I say!" Qin Lang patted Hayashikawa's shoulder and laughed softly. "Look at them, and then look at you. No matter what, they are all equally famous existences. But you, Bai Lingzi, are treated so shabbily that even I can't stand it."
Hayashikawa shook his head helplessly and couldn't be bothered with Qin Lang. He looked curiously at the carriage and closed his eyes slightly under the veil. When he opened them again, the meridians around his eyes suddenly exploded.
"White Eyes!"
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