My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 471 Nine Heavens City

Over three days had passed since Liam employed the Many Bodies, One Mind technique to form three clones, and due to the time differences across the three universes, numerous events had unfolded in that brief period.

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Clone Two appeared in Grand Xia, manifesting within Blackstone City.

However, Blackstone City offered no further interest for him. The auction house overseer continued to hold the vial of Transcendent Recovery Pills he'd placed for auction, yet as Liam had chosen to forgo those earnings, visiting the overseer was unnecessary.

Those pills served as an experiment. They aimed to determine if such remarkable restorative powers would attract notice, stirring waves in the cultivation market that he could monitor from afar. Regardless of sales, chaos, or discreet purchase by a mighty figure, the truth would surface in time. The cultivation realm's gossip network operated swiftly, ensuring word of such an astonishing item would find him no matter his location.

Two rose into the air and soared away from Blackstone City. He arrived above the area of the prior clash, eager to inspect the aftermath of the devastation he'd wrought.

The restoration efforts proved meticulous. Structures were being rebuilt with astonishing swiftness. Bloodstains had vanished, debris removed, and in just one or two more weeks, nearly all traces of the conflict would disappear completely.

Merely the survivors would retain the recollection. And their memories would remain vivid and sharp.

Two accelerated, departing the city as he set course for the closest prominent urban center.

The closest prominent city is Nine Heavens City, governed by the Nine Heavens Thousand Sword Sect.

At his present velocity, the journey lasted mere minutes. The terrain beneath transitioned from barren wilds to tilled fields to the vast cluster of edifices. Nine Heavens City dwarfed Blackstone by threefold at minimum, with spiritual energy palpably thicker in the air.

Cities under sect dominion featured arrays that gathered surrounding energies, rendering them appealing to cultivators and fostering a virtuous cycle that solidified local dominions as enduring strongholds.

Two descended near the city's periphery, opting to proceed on foot instead of flying straight inside. In the cultivation realm, aerial travel signified prestige—sustained flight demanded specific power thresholds, and casual display broadcast one's prowess to all onlookers. Such scrutiny was precisely what he sought to evade at present.

The gates loomed enormous, hewn from rock and bolstered by array formations pulsing with hidden might. Sentries maintained vigilant postures, yet none barred his path. Access to great cities typically remained open barring overt aggression or signs of affiliation with notorious rival groups.

Upon entering, Two instantly sensed the atmospheric variance from Blackstone City.

This embodied a pure cultivator haven. Streets brimmed not with ordinary folk handling daily chores but with adepts at diverse cultivation stages, each pursuing their own agendas.

The structures mirrored this essence as well. Edifices rose higher and displayed greater intricacy.

And gazes turned toward him.

Two gradually registered the scrutiny. He realized it stemmed from intrigue, aimed at his distinctive yet odd attire.

His garb from Earth clashed starkly. The plain shirt and trousers, utterly ordinary in his origin realm, appeared utterly alien amid locals donned in robes or warrior garb denoting their sect loyalties.

Two inwardly winced. "I ought to switch to more fitting garb to merge with the surroundings. I don't wish for the young master fiasco from Blackstone City to recur."

That specific recollection lingered fresh and vexing. A simple dining experience at an eatery had spiraled into a clash with a haughty young master, escalating further until he razed the Devouring Petal Pavilion.

The ordeal had drained him pointlessly.

Though Two avoided courting conflict, he wouldn't flee if it approached. He'd confront it head-on. Still, minimizing the odds of such encounters aligned with sound tactics.

He halted a nearby female cultivator and courteously inquired about a garment shop's location.

She blinked at his look, evidently absorbing the peculiar ensemble, then grinned and gestured along the primary avenue, providing the route.

Two offered a modest bow in thanks, which evidently delighted her, and proceeded as directed.

The shop she suggested, named the Silken Phoenix, proved ideal. This expansive venue showcased an array of cultivator robes, from utilitarian to flamboyant. He entered, activating a chime that heralded his presence.

The attendant who neared was female. She seemed poised for a routine welcome until she truly noted his look. Her face cycled through astonishment, bewilderment, then poised calm as she composed herself adeptly.

"Welcome to the Silken Phoenix," she uttered, her tone cordial even amid the clear strain to avoid gawking at his outfit. "How may I assist you today?"

"I require a full ensemble. Practical style," Two stated plainly.

The lady inclined her head, her vocational poise prevailing. "Certainly. Kindly sit. I'll fetch options for you."

She indicated a plush seat by the counter, then proceeded to the towering racks adorning the walls. Two observed as she selected robes, inspected them swiftly, rejected some, retained others.

She came back shortly with an orderly pile of attire. "These ought to complement your frame and hue," she remarked, placing them on the counter. "Shall you test them for fit?"

Two took the items and assented. "Yes, please."

She guided him to a rear fitting area—a secluded chamber ample for ease and equipped with a tall mirror revealing his mismatched visage in full.

Two swapped outfits rapidly, valuing the material's excellence. The cultivation domain's fabric crafting utilized spirit beast hides and resilient substances. The robes felt light yet tough.

He chose a dark blue set accented with silver. Emerging from the fitting room, the attendant's countenance altered markedly.

The odd outsider had morphed into an individual indistinguishable from the typical passerby.

"That fits you splendidly," she commented, sincere admiration coloring her words beyond mere duty. "Shall you purchase the complete set?"

"Yes," Two affirmed. "The whole thing. What's the cost?"

"Five hundred and eighty-one gold coins total."

Two nodded, delving into his pocket and the Dimensional Space. He extracted the precise sum in gold pieces, stacking them tidily on the counter.

"Gratitude for your patronage," the attendant expressed, bowing more profoundly. "Return anytime for further needs."

Two reciprocated the bow courteously and departed the shop, attired suitably to navigate a cultivator city sans undue notice.

The avenue seemed altered now. Occasional looks came his way, but as routine evaluations among peers, not the prior intense scrutiny from his Earth wear. Two grinned, seamlessly merging with the throng.

He strolled aimlessly, absorbing Nine Heavens City's vibe while pondering his next moves. The prime Liam dispatched him to scout, collecting intel on the cultivation sphere outside Grand Xia's frontiers.

Yet expansive scouting demanded focused origins.

As he mulled potential paths, a band of youthful cultivators jostled him.

The bump lacked force, a mere brush in bustling lanes. Two's brow furrowed mildly at their failure to apologize, but he chose not to press. Inciting disturbance in a fresh city appeared unwise, particularly as he aimed to sidestep the notice sparking needless strife.

The band offered no remorse or backward glance. They pressed onward, chattering boisterously, far more absorbed in their dialogue than common civility.

A young male led them, exuding the smug glee of fresh triumph. His realm reached Peak Foundation Establishment. His companions lagged somewhat, from Mid to Late Foundation Establishment.

One sycophant slathered compliments. "I still can't believe you won over Senior Sister Mei Ling! She's rejected scores of admirers in the last year. You're a legend, Senior Brother Lu!"

Two rolled his eyes involuntarily. The cultivation society's interactions proved draining—endless "senior brother this" and "junior sister that," plus convoluted honor games in courtship that straightforward talk could resolve.

He attempted to ignore their talk and resume his path.

Then a voice from the group uttered words that halted him dead.

"I'm just eager about the Ten Thousand Blade Grotto opening soon," the speaker enthused. "Senior Brother Lu, might you claim a Saint Grade weapon? Perhaps a matching cultivation technique? The sect selects you as a delegate, so certainly—"

"Naturally I shall," Chen cut in, assurance oozing from his tone. "The Grotto attunes to blade affinity and insight. My affinity excels, and my grasp of the Dao of the Blade outshines all peers in the sect at my stage. Upon venturing into that primordial legacy site, I'll emerge with artifacts to skyrocket my standing."

The whole band erupted in fervent accord, lavishing further adulation on Chen's destined triumph.

Two scarcely registered it. His focus fastened on four terms: Ten Thousand Blade Grotto.

The title alone revealed it as a venerable legacy site, set to unlock in days.

This matched the precise chance he'd yearned for. At last, a trial to hone his edge.

Two's face lit with a faint grin as he pivoted to trail the band from afar, eavesdropping intently to amass details on the Grotto and entry requirements.