So, the five people walked ahead, while a ragged fellow trailed behind. Edward Sutton was a bit annoyed and, after walking for a while, spoke up, “Young master, shall we get rid of that guy behind us?”

“No need,” Henry Sutton shook his head. In his eyes, small fry didn’t even register. “The important thing is to contact the ancestor as soon as possible.”

So the group chatted as they walked, and after about a day, they arrived at Bluestone City.

Here, there was a service center for immortal beasts and birds, where you could rent them for travel. There were also teleportation arrays, but although teleportation was fast, it was expensive, extremely uncomfortable, and highly dangerous—the spatial arts involved were most susceptible to external interference.

The Sutton family rented immortal beasts and left, but Andrew Brooks stayed behind.

In fact, he almost couldn’t get through the city gate. The guard asked him for an entrance fee of one immortal stone. After thinking for a moment, he pointed at the people ahead, “I didn’t see them pay.”

“They have Bluestone City’s introduction tokens—they’re locals,” the guard’s attitude was decent, but his face was quite fierce.

“I have a Bluestone introduction token too,” Andrew Brooks flashed his identity jade token.

“Let me check it,” the guard took the token, scanned it over the compass in his hand, then quickly returned it with a strange smile on his face. “Young man, five spirit stones a month—remember that.”

“If you keep baring your teeth at me like that, you’ll regret it,” Andrew Brooks smiled, though he felt a bit hostile inside—he’d expected the Immortal Realm to be peaceful, not so mercenary.

After swiping his card, he entered Bluestone City. The city wasn’t large, only about four square kilometers, two thousand meters across in each direction.

All he had was his identity jade token, and his knowledge of the Immortal Realm was pitifully limited.

Andrew Brooks’s first concern was survival. After wandering the city for a week, he discovered several places to earn money, such as the task compound.

This compound wasn’t far from the city gate he’d entered, about a thousand meters away. It was quite large, covering seventy or eighty mu, with seven or eight big rooms divided into categories: adventure, bodyguard, daily life, procurement, transport, information, and so on.

Naturally, Andrew Brooks chose the adventure category. He never liked serving others, and even the bodyguard jobs didn’t interest him much.

Unexpectedly, as he stood outside the room looking at the task lists posted on the wall, a strong force shoved him from behind, making him stagger a few steps.

Turning around, he saw two men and a woman behind him. The one who pushed him was a short, burly man.

Seeing him turn, the man snorted disdainfully, “A level-one wandering immortal looking at adventure tasks? If you want to die, get lost—don’t block me from taking a job.”

Andrew Brooks gave him a calm glance and turned to leave, but in his mind he was pondering: I wonder if the Immortal Realm has the concept of paying with your life for murder.

But regardless, he knew his cultivation level was the lowest in the Immortal Realm, and acting rashly would be unwise.

With this in mind, he didn’t bother looking at the bodyguard tasks, to avoid humiliating himself, and instead went to the procurement section to see if anyone was buying demonic beasts like spiders.

Standing there, no one minded him anymore. He looked through the tasks from hardest to easiest, but found no one buying spiders—not even spider silk. There was, however, a bounty for ten-thousand-year ice silkworm silk.

Does it really come down to doing odd jobs? Andrew Brooks was so frustrated he didn’t even want to talk about it. Back on Earth, he was the only cultivator, and though he kept a low profile, anyone who met him treated him with utmost respect.

But here in the Immortal Realm, he was at the very bottom, bullied by everyone. It was hard to find his balance.

He was staring blankly at the task board when a staff member walked by. “Hey, what are you spacing out for? The task to find the Blazing Sun Fruit… isn’t that made for a level-one wandering immortal like you?”

Hearing this, Andrew Brooks’s gaze immediately shifted to that task.

Many of the tasks posted here had detailed descriptions. He later learned that posting a task here cost money, charged by the day, so no wonder posters tried to be as detailed as possible.

Blazing Sun Fruit, a first-grade high-level spiritual herb, is the companion plant of the level-nine wild beast, the Blazing Flame Turtle. The Blazing Flame Turtle can only sleep soundly where there are Blazing Sun Fruits, and the growth of Blazing Sun Grass depends on the turtle’s dung.

Andrew Brooks had already seen this task, but his knowledge of the Immortal Realm was too limited. After glancing at it again, he frowned and said, “A level-nine wild beast… this one.”

“Even a level-nine wandering immortal can’t beat a Blazing Flame Turtle,” the staff member replied matter-of-factly. “But wandering immortals and wild beasts aren’t matched level for level… Don’t tell me you don’t even know the habits of the Blazing Flame Turtle?”

“I really don’t,” Andrew Brooks shook his head.

“The Blazing Flame Turtle is a very lazy wild beast. All it does is eat and sleep. It only wakes up if it senses a threat,” the staff member rolled his eyes at him. “You, a level-one wandering immortal, can’t even cut its skin. Do you think it’ll care if you walk by?”

“But I need to pick the Blazing Sun Fruit,” Andrew Brooks frowned. “Even then, it won’t wake up?”