For cultivators at Jin, not visiting the dynasty was a regrettable lacking. Not entering the city at the capital area didn’t count as visiting the capital either. The richest and most fun locations were naturally inside.

　　“Young Lord, where are we heading to?” The driver’s name was Ma Long, a thin fella around the age of thirty who used to be a slave to six different masters.

　　Each of his purchased prices had been quite high because he had a unique skill - able to remember everything he had seen. 

　　It could be said that he knew all the big streets and small alleys in the capital. Because of this, he had a higher quality of life compared to ordinary slaves.

　　A person can be born wretched but they must have something they’re good at in order to survive.

　　“To the main ward of the Yin Gou.” Feiyun ordered while opening the card from Divine Consort Ji.

　　The content was brief with only three words, “Southern Sky Temple”, written by an ink stick.

　　The characters were beautiful and contained the dao.

　　“This is a woman with writings worth as much as gold.” Feiyun brought the letter closer and smelled it. There was a faint and irresistible white-mist scent to it.

　　White-mist flowers were extremely rare. Rumor has it that there were only three trees in the Sacred Spirit Palace. The petals turned into perfume could give women eternal beauty.

　　This unique characteristic made them as expensive are rare spirit pills. Money wasn’t enough to buy them.

　　Despite being a place of business, the Yin Gou Ward was built like a palace with many buildings and pavilions. The exquisite craftsmans.h.i.+p here was uncommon. 

　　This main ward at the capital was even more impressive and majestic, spanning for several dozen miles. There was nothing you couldn’t find here. 

　　“Visitors to the ward must have a spending-power a.s.sessment before being handed a plaque. Different levels open up different areas.” An old man with a kind face told Feng Feiyun and brought him into a palace.

　　This palace was the farthest one away, meant to determine a customer’s purchasing power.

　　Those who could come to the main ward were all extremely wealthy.

　　The currency here wasn’t gold, only spirit pills and gra.s.ses.

　　One True Mysterious Spirit Grain was worth 30,000 gold. This was the lowest price at the main ward.

　　The lowest level of True Mysterious Spirit Stone was worth 300,000 gold.

　　A millennium spirit gra.s.s was worth 3,000,000 gold.

　　The guests were also divided into different levels. For example, those who can only spend below 300,000 gold, or one spirit stone, were considered “one star”.

　　Those who can spend ten spirit stones were two stars.

　　Three stars at one hundred stones. Normally, those who can spend this much were at the Giant level, the old elders of the cultivation world.

　　Four stars required being able to spend one thousand hundred stones. These were the masters of gigantic sects and clans.

　　At ten thousand stones was five stars. The entire Jin Dynasty had less than a hundred consumers of this level.

　　The customers at the Yin Gou Ward were normally at one or two stars.

　　“May I ask for your background, Young n.o.ble?” A female examiner glanced at Feiyun then at his back. After noticing the lack of beautiful servants, she became less enthusiastic and said flatly: “Those who can’t spend 30,000 gold can’t enter the ward.”

　　This was a relatively large amount. At any city in Grand Southern, it could feed millions without a problem.

　　However, the capital was the congregation of the wealthy. 30,000 gold was only mid-level, no match for those who truly had money.

　　Feiyun didn’t blame her at all. After all, the n.o.ble youths would have guards and slaves together with him while he only had a carriage driver. It was his own fault being looked down upon like this. [1]

　　Feng Feiyun smiled and said: “I’m here to buy beast souls.”

　　He didn’t explicitly state that he could afford 30,000 gold, only his reason for being here, in order to not embarra.s.s her too much.