Weaving Threads in Yueyang City

Yueyang City pulsed with a chaotic energy that Wang Jian found invigorating after the dull monotony of the countryside. Mortals swarmed the streets like ants, consumed by their petty struggles and fleeting ambitions. Yet, amidst this mundane sea, floated whispers – faint echoes of a world beyond mortal comprehension, the world of cultivators he intended to reclaim.

His base was the Lucky Scholar Inn, a name dripping with irony given his current circumstances. It was clean, relatively quiet, and centrally located – a decent observation post. From here, he would cast his net into the city's murky waters.

'Objectives clear,' he affirmed mentally, reviewing the plan formulated the previous night. 'Seven Stars Pavilion. Mountain intel. Cultivation knowledge. Funds, including Spirit Stones if possible.'