The buildings within the city are not solely constructed to match human aesthetics; there are some with bizarre designs.

Some are created for convenience, using the skulls of unknown giant beasts as houses with slight modifications.

Some use the skeletons of giant serpents, coiling them into towers, with the interiors and exteriors renovated into livable spaces.

There are also nests built on ancient trees.

Generally, those who can afford to establish residences in the city are demon cultivators of substantial status in Dazhi City.

The roads within the city are interconnected and wide-reaching; without these quirky buildings, they might be rather orderly. Yet, whenever these buildings appear, the roads have to twist and deform, often still passing right in front of these buildings.

The various buildings feature roofs of tiles, thatch, feathers, bark, and even gem-like roofs of shimmering Crystal Stone, some lacking roofs altogether for those who enjoy open-air living.

The ruler of this city resides on the mountain at its center. The pavilion and towers at the mountain's peak exude a fairy-like aura, while the structures descending from the peak appear wanton and unrestrained, consisting of caves and shacks, an impression of chaotic stacking. From a distance, they exude a demonic air.

The grand architecture on the mountain's peak seemingly suppresses the demonic presence below, symbolizing the city's order.

Order is crucial; without it, no one would come despite many promises made, as nobody would trust them.

Beyond the city lies undulating mountains and boundless plains, resembling rippling waves.

Heart-wrapping Grass, a giant plant reaching up to two zhang tall, with dangling leaves that are quite tough, where one can climb up and lie down to sleep.

Ribbon-like roads wind through the plains, with carriages drawn by Fine-scaled Colts racing back and forth, and Fine-scaled Colts grazing on the plains.

Fine-scaled Colts, with conical heads and jagged teeth, ears like black leather sticking upright, spitting black tongues, bodies covered in fine scales resembling snake skin, sapphire-like eyes, one-person tall stature, leopard-like waist, lion's tail, solid iron hooves, capable of swift wind-like speed, and great load-bearing capacity for traveling a thousand miles a day.

They feed on Heart-wrapping Grass here, easily tearing open its tough outer skin with a bite, layer by layer, then gnawing the bamboo shoot-like heart.

Beneath the fallen Heart-wrapping Grass on the plains, a Fine-scaled Colt might be found munching.

The mist beneath the plains has yet to disperse fully, drifting toward the roads, occasionally scattered by passing carriages.

On the mountain within the city, glows occasionally rise and fall, or travel far away.

Dong...

A bell toll from the peak of the mountain within the city reverberates in all directions, stirring waves on the grassland into motion.

Shi Chun, leaning against the doorframe, woke from his reverie, looked up at the sky, realizing it was the noon bell, marking midday.

Two children holding windmills ran past the door, laughing and joking with each other.

A spirit cat guarded the window on the opposite building, curling up for a nap.

Through the diagonal window, one could see demon bats hanging upside down from the rafters inside.

Not far from the eaves, a large centipede climbed, patrolling the house for its master, seemingly running along the rooftop with children on the street, its eyes flashing with an eerie glow.

The third lady Dongliang Ying emerged from the rear courtyard, holding a bundle of fresh flowers her brother brought today, entered the counter area, and poured clear water into a vase before arranging the flowers.

Sitting at the counter and repeating the same tasks every day was tedious, so she enjoyed adorning with such fresh flowers to add some beauty and freshness to her life.

In a goose-yellow dress, her slender waist, picturesque facial features exuding twilit vibrancy of youth, her bright eyes and white teeth displaying she had just turned nineteen, considered very young in the Cultivation World, at the flower-bud-like age, cultivation in the Initial Martial Upper Realm.

With no cultivation resources, she pursued cultivation in such a piecemeal accumulation manner, and that's just how it was.

Having fantasies, without ambition to act on them, just seeking a stable daily life, the so-called cultivation was merely for strengthening the body and prolonging life.

Her gaze unintentionally touched the back of Shi Chun leaning against the doorframe, her eyes slightly focused. As she held the vase, she slowly bent her head to gently sniff the flowers, using the flower branches to conceal her observing gaze.

They were no longer strangers, as Wang Ping had been here for a year now.

A year, regarding companionship, is neither too long nor too short.

The family generally approved of him, with only some slight doubts from the father.

He's frugal, capable, and honest, what could be wrong with that? Yet this is precisely where the father's occasional doubts arise. Although finding someone like him is advantageous to their family, the father's belief was that there's no such thing as an easy bargain.

She's still young, naturally unable to fully agree with her father's outlook, considering it too harsh, as there are no perfect people in the world.

The only thing strange about Shi Chun in her view was that despite their interactions, he seemed to maintain an invisible distance from their family, though his speech and behavior appeared close.

Initially feeling this was good for the family's peace of mind, as time passed, she began to think it wasn't so favorable.

With three women in the family and no other man, except for Shi Chun. Given Shi Chun's decent appearance and the composed, indifferent aura around him, something not seen in their neighbors, the daily companionship tested human nature, making it impossible for the three women to feel nothing.

Besides, Shi Chun also being quite poor made any potential issues seem minor.

While stationed at the counter, she overheard some joking remarks about Shi Chun being a live-in son-in-law.

However, Shi Chun had drawn clear boundaries in his conduct, and the daughters raised in such a family naturally adhered to their own principles, keeping the interactions free from any ambiguity, maintaining a pure atmosphere.

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