Published: November 30, -0001
What kind of place is a slum? Qin Chen has already learned about it.
It is an extremely chaotic and lowly place where only those warriors without any background who cannot survive in the imperial city would stay.
After all, the imperial city of the Great Wei Dynasty is worth its weight in gold, and even ordinary Human Level Martial Realm practitioners find it difficult to afford property. Moreover, staying in an inn is exceedingly expensive. Given the financial resources and status of Wang Qiming and the others, they simply cannot reside in the main city.
"Staying in a slum? Are you serious?"
Qin Chen shouted, his eyes instantly turning icy, filled with disbelief.
Even if Wang Qiming and the others could not become official students of the Imperial Star Academy, they should not be living in a place like a slum.
If it were only Wang Qiming and a few others, it might be possible, but accompanying them are Xiao Ya and Mu Lengfeng from the Alchemy Pavilion, as well as Xiang Wentian and Dongfang Qing from the Bloodline Holy Land. Even in the worst case, they would not let Wang Qiming and the others stay in such a place.
So he did not believe it!
"I don’t know about the others, but those few are indeed living in the slum of the West City, and it's the dirtiest part of the slum, which is one of the reasons they are called commoners," the girl said, intimidated by Qin Chen's gaze.
What exactly is going on?
Qin Chen understood that at this moment, the other party had no reason to lie to him.
Something must have happened that others don't know about.
Realizing this, Qin Chen immediately became concerned for Wang Qiming and the others.
"We must find You Qianxue and the others as soon as possible."
"Whoosh!"
With a snap of his mental strength, Qin Chen said sternly to the black slave, "Let’s go, we are heading to the West City."
As soon as he spoke, without waiting for the black slave to respond, he flew towards the West City.
The black slave was stunned for a moment and hurriedly followed.
"Why did these two commoners leave all of a sudden?"
The many students who were originally mocking at the entrance of the Imperial Star Academy were all taken aback.
Qin Chen's illusionary confinement cage only lasted an instant, causing these people to have no idea what had just happened.
"Thud!"
Amidst the crowd's astonishment, Qiu Yun and that girl finally came to their senses from the mental control, both collapsing to the ground, drenched in cold sweat.
"Damn it, this kid, I will definitely tear him into pieces."
Following that, a piercing roar echoed at the entrance of the Imperial Star Academy, filled with resentment and anger.
West City, the slum.
This is the most dilapidated place in the imperial city of the Great Wei Dynasty.
The stone slabs on the ground are dark and mottled, never cleaned for years, with black sewage flowing through and emitting a nauseating odor.
One by one, poorly dressed commoners and warriors occasionally walk through the streets, their expressions blank, resembling walking corpses.
This is the lowest part of the imperial city.
Everyone here engages in the most menial jobs in the imperial city, living a life where they cannot dress warmly or eat their fill.
In their eyes, there is no hope, only dullness and the fatigue of a long day’s work.
On both sides of the street are rows of low, disorderly houses.
In stark contrast to the magnificent buildings outside.
Yet in this filthy place, where no disciple of an imperial family would want to go, a group of experts dressed in brocade robes, exuding an aura of nobility, gathered in front of a dilapidated house, smirking coldly as they stared at a group of young people.
"Xiao Ya, I advise you not to make any futile resistance. Although you are from the Alchemy Pavilion, you are only a fourth-grade alchemist. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, your status is high, but in my eyes, it means nothing. If you continue to stubbornly resist, don’t blame me for not giving face to the Alchemy Pavilion and capturing you."