Less than a year passed in the Middle Heavens until another lucky customer obtained his Silver Realm with a Celestial Burger.

But as fate dictated, this time it was a visitor from a nearby Province, one with a second-rate sect in their midst. And the news soon reached the Immortal Sword Soul sect.

A pair of Tier 9 Elders and a hundred low level disciples arrived at the Transport Junction, and were instantly approached by a Could Herald.

"Esteemed Daoists, welcome to our great Cloud City. May I invite you to our Cloud Palace, the honorable Governor will enjoy such visitors like..."

"Not right now, Herald! The children wish to see the wonders of the Celestial Cultivation Park." one of the Elders spoke in a disinterested voice.

"Ah! Of course, honored Elder. Just remember that outside the city gates, we will not be able to protect you." the herald said in a curt tone, then stepped aside, already ignoring the rude tourists.

The Immortal Sword Soul Elder just sniffed lightly and lead the group directly towards the city gates and the awaiting park.

The glow of the Sword Monument could be seen right in front of the gate, as was the constant flow of people coming in and out from the park gates.

"Strong Formations..." the other Elder said in a warning voice.

"I'll take the kids to the restaurant." the first Elder declared as he lead the group towards the inviting building of the Celestial Restaurant.

"Great Elder, we cannot fly here..." one of the young disciples complained as they were forced to land and walk like normal people on the last part of the way.

The Elder just shrugged and changed lanes, going for the shorter que with a single pair of well-dressed cultivators waiting their turn. The other line had thousands of poor people holding their hands clenched over a storage item. Strangely enough, despite the bulk of people in the line, nobody was forcing their way through, and even Silver Immortals were waiting patiently behind mortal Saints or even a poorly dressed Sovereign Realm who was holding the hand of a young mortal boy, possibly an unlucky descendant.

"Look, even mortals come here!" a loud disciple commented in amazement, before the Elder smacked his head.

In front of the Silver Entrance, there was a single plaque of wood inscribed with the words: 'Politeness costs nothing, a Celestial Burger only 1000 high-grade crystals'

Soon enough, the pair in front entered the restaurant and their sect turn's was next.

'I am entering the battle arena. The prize is a million crystals!' the first Elder received via a mental transmission.

'Don't shame our Sect, young brother.' the old man answered with a glance towards the endless lines of people awaiting to enter the Cultivation Park.

A minute later, a restaurant waiter came and opened the wooden doors, and measured the large group with a polite smile. "Oh? You all wait for Silver Burgers?"

"Yes" the Elder answered shortly.

"Great! Decent odds then, with such a large order. Now follow me." the man said in a cheerful tone, and lead the group inside, and pass dozens of halls already filled with people.

They walked the wooden halls for a minute until they reached a large room with a giant table in the middle. The waiter looked around for a second, then focused on the Elder with the highest cultivation. "One menu per person?"

"For starters, yes. But we will stay until all the kids Ascend." the Elder explained in a certain voice, and sat down at the table, while the disciple rushed to occupy their own mats, somehow deciding the order in an unspoken way.

The waiter smiled wider. "I see. Well then, for starters 101 thousand high-grade crystals." he demanded while holding two fingers out.

A disciple raised his head proudly to admonish the waiter, only to be smacked by an invisible hand.

"No problem. There aren't many restaurants with this type of payment first." the Elder spoke instead, while paying the waiter with a storage ring, which the waiter simply flicked inside his inner world.

The man just shrugged. "There aren't many restaurants selling Celestial Burgers either. At least not in Cloud City. I'll return with your orders."

"Great Elder, we should pay after we eat, I feel we are being..." the first disciple muttered in a low voice.

"That waiter alone could kill you all with a single cut. I can feel his Void Sword level. And he is not very strong in this place." the Elder answered in dejected voice. He could also feel the aura of the Sword Monument, and it was similar to their own Sword Scripture Soul.

An hour passed then the waiter returned with a floating cloud of burgers on wooden trays, smelling rather Divine.

A hundred bottles of wine were also placed on the table, as the waiter carefully distributed the menus for each disciple, then walked and waited beside the door.

"Don't you also eat such burgers here, waiter?" the Elder asked after taking a sip of the famous Celestial Wine. It was quite wonderful indeed, as he could feel his frozen cultivation move a little. At his realm, such a feat was nearly impossible, and yet...

"We can buy our burgers or wine too, esteemed customer. However the cost stays the same, so we depend on grateful customers for tips." the waiter answered with a shrug.

The Great Elder sighed inward. Such a capable swordsman, depending on tips to attain his next Ascension. He could easily become a core disciple with his Void Sword level and Golden Realm.

One after another, the low realm disciples ate and drank their wine, and then began to meditate, obtaining new Stars like a constellation falling down onto the room. "Elder...I feel like..." the youngest disciple whispered as his Perfect Divinity Realm began to shift, and then easily changed into the 3rd Tier, without a single Tribulation Lightning.

The waiter smiled knowingly. "Congratulations, young man. Now meditate and consolidate your realm."

The Grand Elder frowned for a second, then held out another ring, this time containing 102 thousand crystals. The waiter had been helpful, and he might shift the odds somehow.

"Another round? Excellent! And there's even a tip!" the man exclaimed joyfully then sped away to bring the next order.

Five rounds later, every single disciple had obtained a new realm, when the waiter arrived with another order and a cloud burger as a prize.

"We have a lucky winner today! Somebody will obtain their Silver Realm! Now who should it be?" the man asked rhetorically as he began to place the menus on the table, and then offered the Celestial Burger to a silent disciple who had never spoken at all during the visit.

The Grand Elder smiled. The goal of their visit had been achieved in a single day, and it had barely cost half the price of a Silver Realm Pill, but without the dangerous consequences of soul poison.

All the group waited with expecting eyes as the timid disciple ate his burger and Ascended easily to the top of Silver Immortal Realm, a single step away from the rank of a Sect Elder.

"Well then. Would you order more, esteemed customer?" the waiter asked in a pleasant voice.

"I did say that. And please allow my fellow Copper Realm Elder to come in, after he leaves the arena." the Grand Elder spoke in a satisfied voice.

The waiter nodded and smiled. "Your colleague is resting and healing in the battle arena medical room. Losing your limbs is a tad difficult the heal." he added as he sped away for another order.

As he reached the counter, Wixtal Xi took over the new Silver Burgers, and counted his earnings. Six times his regular monthly gains, in a single day! And the day wasn't over yet.

'Don't enrage your group, father. I rarely get so many Silver Burger clients.' he heard Pef transmit to his mind.

'Hehe. Of course not. I rarely make so many tips either. You can cook six burgers for me as well.' the Legion Captain answered as he rushed towards his big clients.