The Post Sky Tipping Era

"Is this the Heavenly Fragrance Building?"

Li Yi, surrounded by Tu Daoist, Wu the Taoist, and Nun Liu, found himself standing before a towering nine-story building. The structure was majestic and ornate, with carved beams and painted rafters. Wind chimes hung from the four corners, producing pleasant sounds as the breeze passed through. Despite being situated at the heart of the Tao Court, the area around it was tranquil and harmonious, devoid of noise or commotion. Surprisingly, few people crossed its threshold despite the busy crowds in the vicinity.

"The Heavenly Fragrance Building doesn’t seem to have much business—it’s quite deserted."

Tu Daoist remarked, "Of course there’s little business here. This place is run by the Heavenly Dao Sect, and it’s incredibly expensive. Common folk can’t afford to spend here, and some items can only be purchased with Spirit Stones. But nowadays, who has Spirit Stones? Even if someone does, they’d rather save them to stretch their life force. Naturally, business at Heavenly Fragrance Building gets worse and worse."

"But, my benefactor, you’ll find out once you step inside—it’s absolutely worth the price, even if it’s steep."

As he spoke, a sly, amused smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"By the way, I haven’t yet asked your Taoist title, benefactor." He suddenly inquired.

Taoist title?

Time to come up with another name.

But what should the title be?

Back in the Barbaric World, he could call himself Da Yi. Across the Four Seas and Eight Continents, people addressed him as Senior Brother Li Mengde. In the Sixth World, he went by Yi. His list of titles had grown longer and longer, and adding one more wouldn’t hurt.