After speaking, he didn’t wait for the guide’s response. With a lift of his hand, he conjured a spindle-shaped weapon, which whooshed toward the stone stele.

With a dull thud, two squares lit up on the testing stele, shining with dazzling white light—the most vigorous immortal spiritual energy.

“Level Two Wandering Immortal,” the man in white exaggeratedly drew a sharp breath, “Young Master Henry Sutton truly lives up to his family’s legacy. He’s already at level two right after ascending. Impressive, impressive.”

“Heh,” Henry Sutton smiled faintly, not showing much pride in his eyes. When he ascended, he used countless spiritual materials and elixirs. If he were only level one, that would truly be disgraceful.

Chapter Two: World of the Strong

Andrew Brooks saw the three had gotten their identity jade tokens, so he stepped forward. “I’d like to get my jade token as well.”

The man in white glared at him resentfully, wanting to make things difficult, but since the Sutton family’s token had already been processed, as a guide, he really had no right to trouble those who ascended from the lower realm—especially with the recording stone nearby.

More importantly, Henry Sutton was watching from the side. Even if he wanted to stir up trouble, he had to worry about his petty behavior being exposed.

So he kept a stern face, performed the necessary procedures, and tossed a jade token over. “From today on, you must pay a tax of five spirit stones every month. If you fail to pay on time at the end of the month, you’ll be sentenced to three months of immortal labor. Understand?”

“You’re deliberately making things hard for me, aren’t you?” Andrew Brooks glared.

“Where did this bumpkin come from? This is the rule of the Fenghuang Immortal Realm,” Edward Sutton snorted coldly from the side. “You’re so rustic—does your master know?”

“Whether I’m rustic or not is none of your damn business!” Andrew Brooks glared back at him. “A butt-seller like you dares to talk like a master?”

“You!” Edward Sutton was so furious he wanted to strike. As a page of the Sutton family, he was naturally handsome and elegant. The words “butt-seller” were an unbearable insult.

“What does this person do?” Henry Sutton finally spoke, looking at the man in white.

In fact, he had noticed this person long ago, but the Sutton family always held themselves above others. Unless necessary, he didn’t even have the interest to ask. But now… his page had been insulted, so he naturally had to inquire.

“Just ascended, from a lawless lower plane,” the man in white replied with a smile. “If Young Master Henry Sutton is interested, you could take him as a house servant.”

“Ascended only to end up so miserable, and you want me to take him?” Henry Sutton snorted disdainfully.

For those from the lower realm, the tribulation during ascension was indeed terrifying, with a high chance of being reduced to ashes. But once the tribulation was overcome, the Heavenly Dao would compensate with endless spiritual power, allowing the ascender to cleanse their body and soul, truly reborn, and only then qualified to ascend.

So, any ascender appearing at the reception pool should be in a state of peak vitality. For someone like this, in tattered clothes, it was truly baffling.

Bro, I ran into a huge spider in the ascension passage! Andrew Brooks pursed his lips helplessly.

That spider was over five hundred meters long and tried to prey on him. To kill it, he had to use up almost all his immortal spiritual energy, barely managing to slay it—right now, the spider’s corpse was still in his Sumeru ring.

That was why his clothes were in tatters. But from what he knew about the ascension process, the appearance of such a spider was far too abrupt and unbelievable.

Originally, he could have asked the guide about it—his inheritance provided very limited information, and there was much he didn’t know. But with these two guides being so snobbish and mercenary, he didn’t feel like asking anymore.

So he shot a cold glance at Henry Sutton. “Even if you wanted to take me, I wouldn’t agree.”

Young Master Henry Sutton glanced at him, not even bothering to reply. His arrogance was written all over his face—arguing with someone like this wasn’t worth it.

Before long, two streaks of white light shot over from the distance, as swift as the wind and lightning. In the blink of an eye, the white lights landed, revealing a scholar and a glamorous woman.

The scholar arrived flying on a sword, while the glamorous woman sat in a flower basket. Now, the sword hung at his waist, and the basket rested at her elbow.

“The Sword and Basket Duo have accepted this escort job,” the glamorous woman said with a charming smile. “Which one of you is Young Master Henry Sutton?”

“If you let me sit in the flower basket with you, I’ll let you take the job,” Henry Sutton grinned, shaking his folding fan.

“My flower basket can carry Young Master Henry Sutton without issue, but not two more,” the glamorous woman laughed behind her hand, her ample bosom quivering—a truly voluptuous figure.

“My sword doesn’t carry people, it only kills,” the scholar said coldly.

“Then let’s all walk,” Henry Sutton knew that in the Fenghuang Immortal Realm, only wandering immortals of at least level seven could fly on swords, and as for flying artifacts, at least level five was required to control them.

“Are these two reliable?” Edward Sutton looked at the guide suspiciously.

“You can all go to the recording stone to verify,” the woman in black replied with a smile.

Walking is great, Andrew Brooks secretly praised. He hadn’t left yet because he didn’t know how to get from here to Bluestone City. As for asking? He would never do that.