Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Fifteen days later,

Luis was retreating in the cabin, when an voice called out for him.

"Boss, we've arrived at Zhou Main City!"

Luis had a relieved smile after hearing this, in his life the thing he hates the most is long journey.

After drifting in the sea for a full month, even though the Cargo Ship was not an ordinary cargo ship, but a modified cargo ship engraved with wind-gathering formations and water-avoiding formations, its speed far exceeded that of ships on Earth.

Luis couldn't stand it anymore.

Without wasting a moment, Luis stepped out of the cabin.

A scene of sails covering the sky appeared in front of him. Everywhere he looked, there were densely packed white sails.

From time to time, there were cultivators flying in the sky with swords, leaving streaks of light.

Luis knew that those escaping lights were all cultivators above the Foundation Building Stage because only Foundation Building can fly with a sword.

Of course, if there is sword made by those goblins even a qi refiner can fly.

At this time, the ships were lining up obediently to enter the port. If you have Foundation Builder you don't need to line up.

So, Luis Cargo Ship crossed the line and headed directly towards a separate port.

A few moments later, the ship docked, and Luis stepped onto solid ground for the first time in weeks. But before he could savor the moment, a middle-aged man flew down on a sword, stopping just in front of them.

"Wait. You're new here. Show your identification," the man demanded, his gaze sharp.

"We're from the Hartmann Family," Luis explained calmly. "We're based on the outer edge of Guang'an Prefecture, here to register our family."

The man snorted, crossing his arms. "A new cultivation family docking in the VIP port? That'll be a fine of 5,000 spiritual stones."

The middle aged man said as he looked at them coldly.

Around them, workers and cultivators paused, watching the scene with interest. It seemed yet another newcomer was making the mistake of breaking the rules.

Oliver who was looking at the scenery walked forward towards the middle aged man and forwarded his hand.

"I am Oliver Hartmann, one of the foundation Builder of Hartmann Family"

As he said this he released his aura slightly.

The middle aged man was little stunned when he felt it. This Oliver really can hide his aura.

His face was still expression less as he shook hands with Oliver.

"Welcome to Zhou Main City, Hartmann Family," he said with a slight nod. "I'm Zhou Tian. There's no need for further registration—I'll arrange a family register pass for you later."

With that, the crowd dispersed, realizing the Hartmann Family was no ordinary newcomer after all.

With that said Zhou Tian flew towards the sky on his Sword. While on the sky he couldn't he but glance at everyone from Hartmann Family, it seems there is new family rising in the outer corner.

From the speech of Oliver, he figured out that there are more than 1 foundation builders.

With the formalities handled, Luis and his group stepped off the dock and began walking through the port.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

It was extremely big, seeing the site Luis couldn't help but get excited. This place was extremely prosperous even prosperous than Hartmann Barony.

In Luis view, the prosperity of Zhou Main City is more like a modern civilized coastal city than the ancient society in his previous life.

First of all, the city does not have walls like those in ancient times. It is a completely open city.

Secondly, there are too many buildings in the city, one after another, including houses, restaurants, inns, and shops. They are endless and numerous.

But, he noticed some slaves too.

There was a group of mortals in strange clothes carrying sacks and loading goods onto the Cart without stopping.

They were shackled and walked with difficulty, and behind every dozen porters there was a mortal warrior holding a whip, as if guarding them.

Luis swept his spiritual sense and checked. Inside the sacks were filled with food.

Han Mo, who was walking in parallel, followed Luis gaze and explained, "Those are mortal prisoners from Izumo Prefecture, bought by independent cultivators and small families to serve as slaves."

Luis's expression hardened as he looked away.

"Slaves! But what if one of these slaves turns out to be a hidden genius? Wouldn't that lead to bloody revenge later?"

When Han Mo heard this he sighed heavily.

"Boss, it has already happened. God Killing Rebellion, 600 years ago. Countless immortal cultivation families lost their inheritance at that time."

"God Killing Rebellion?" Luis frowned as he questioned. If he had library he would read all the history but obviously there is none for now. All the information are told by Han Mo.

"It's happened before. Six hundred years ago, the 'God Killing Rebellion' shook the Ten Thousand Star Sea. A slave, who called himself the Truth Seeker, gained incredible power from some unknown opportunity and waged war against the immortal clans for a hundred years. Eventually, the Qianyuan Sword Sect and several golden core families united to put him down."

"So, are the cultivators not afraid of birth of another truth seeker?" Luis questioned

"Of course there are some counter measure. Every year there are Spiritual Roots testing ceremony among the slaves. If anyone has spiritual roots, they are taken care and even the parents of slaves are freed."

Luis considered this, then asked, "Wouldn't it make more sense for them to encourage the mortals to reproduce freely, increasing the chances of finding spiritual roots among them?"

Han Mo smiled and said, "Of course, we cultivators can do without food and drink, but mortals can't. In addition to the large number of cultivators in the immortal cultivation clan, the mortal population in their clan is also extremely large.

Take the Zhou family for example. Their mortal population is tens of millions. Such a large mortal population cannot be supported by the food produced by Zhou Main City and surrounding island alone."

Then Han Mo began explaining and Luis understood

Most of the slaves from Izumo Prefecture in front of us are serfs under the control of cultivation forces.

Individual cultivators rely on these serfs to clear lands and grow crops, while the larger cultivation clans use minimal spirit stones to trade for the food they produce. This arrangement allows both sides to gain what they need—food for the clans and spirit stones for the individual cultivators.

For many wandering cultivators, this is one of the few reliable ways to earn spirit stones.

Furthermore, many of the mortal prisoners of war from Izumo are martial artists. Without cultivators to keep them in check, there's always the risk that these serfs could rise up in rebellion.

With the words of Han Mo, Luis painted a picture of an extremely cruel world of cultivating immortals.

Among these mortals, most men were sold as serfs, while women became tools for the various immortal Cultivators to reproduce.

This is the sadness of the weak, and there is no difference in this Earth, Fantasy world or Cultivation World.

"Being weak is a sin," Luis muttered as they walked.

While they were having conversation they moved forward towards the inner city.

As the group of them moved towards the inner city, Luis discovered that the number of cultivators was increasing. In the end, he could hardly see any mortals, and all he could see were cultivators.

As the team continued to move forward, a tall city wall appeared in front of them.

At the city gate.

A Cultivator wearing a green robe with a fiery red spiritual bead embroidered on it blocked their way.

"Stop. Pay the entry tax," he said, his tone formal.

Han Mo stepped forward and handed over sixteen spirit stones—one for each member of the group. The guard inspected them and nodded, waving them through.

"Come in."

The Zhou family cultivator waved his hand and let the group enter the city gate.

Just stepped into the city gate.

Luis seemed to have entered another world, and the concentration of spiritual energy suddenly soared by more than ten times.

"This is."

Seeing Luis shocked expression, Han Mo beside him explained: "This is the spiritual vein! There is a third-level spiritual vein buried underground in Zhou Main City, so we can feel the spiritual energy as soon as we step into the inner city."

"Ok, lets go to an inn to stay."

"Yes, it is necessary. Every night in Zhou Main City, Zhou family cultivators will clear out cultivators who don't have the right to live here, so as to prevent casual cultivators from coming here to steal spiritual energy."

House rentals in Zhou Main City are divided into short-term rentals and long-term rentals.

Short-term rental refers to an inn, and the rental period is generally less than one month.

If the rental period is more than one month, cultivators will often choose to rent a cave from the Zhou family, because the price is cheaper than a short-term rental inn.

As Zhou Main City has abundant spiritual energy, the prices of inns here are also very touching.