East Seagull Port was a small town. There were not many residents in the form of ghosts in the first place. Naturally, there was no special service station for spectral Cultivators, either.
However, the boss of the biggest magical equipment store in the town happened to be a spectral Cultivator.
After talking with the boss, Li Yao learned that he used to be a magical equipment maintainer on a large fishing boat. One day, he was caught in a tsunami when he was out fishing. The fishing boat was capsized, and everybody on board drowned.
But he was hit by a bolt of lightning when he was dying. For some reason, his physical body sank into the ocean, but part of his remaining soul was condensed and drifted on the ocean for quite a few days before he was found by the rescue team.
After he turned into a spectral Cultivator, he was scared of the wind and waves on the ocean and did not want to go to the sea anymore. Therefore, he simply opened a magical equipment store in the fishing port with the insurance money.
It was because the boss was a spectral Cultivator himself. Also, some of the spectral tourists who came to East Seagull Port for sightseeing would sometimes accidentally fall into the water. Their artificial bodies would be corroded and damaged by the water.
Therefore, the magical equipment store functioned as half of a 'service station for spectral Cultivators'. There were a lot of spare parts for artificial bodies in the warehouse. There was even a secondhand artificial body that was more or less complete for the spectral Cultivators who needed it.
Li Yao was very satisfied with the artificial body that was almost two meters tall. He bought it and a lot of units and components by the way.
"Li Yao!"
When he was paying the bill, he suddenly heard his name.
Li Yao's pupils constricted violently, but then he was relieved.
He did not sense the existence of the Secret Sword Agents, but he sensed that a few children around six years old were having fun at the door of the magical equipment store.
The magical equipment store often had cardboard boxes that were packed with units. Some of the cardboard boxes were printed with the patterns of a cool Crystal Suit or a flying sword. They were colorful and quite attractive.
Moreover. The boss, who seemed to be a hideous spectral Cultivator, turned out to be a disgusting but kind man. Often, they would assemble bizarre toys for the children with the components that had been scrapped.
The magical equipment store. It became the stronghold of all the children in the small fishing port.
A chubby, freckled boy with curly hair was wearing several cardboard boxes of various sizes that looked like a Crystal Suit. He was playing with his companions with a wooden flying sword. "Come on, you stinky demon beast. I am Li Yao. I am not afraid of you!"
His companion was sniveling. He shot him with the toy gun. "You're not Li Yao. Li Yao is already dead. You're a monster, a big fat monster!"
The fat boy's face turned red. "I-I'm not dead! The Federation is in danger, so I'm back! I'm back to beat up a skinny demon beast like you! Look at the power of my Mystic Skeleton Battlesuit! Pah! Pah! Pah!
The children rolled into a ball and instantly turned into a few little mud monkeys, fighting to be the first to speak.
"I am Li Yao!"
"I am Li Yao!"
"I am Li Yao!"
Li Yao leaned against the door. Staring at them in a daze, he could not help but curl his lips.
His mood was suddenly better.
Ever since he returned to the Tian Yuan Realm … In fact, he had been feeling rather depressed, if not wronged.
He had risked his life in the Blood Demon Sector, hunted by dozens of demon emperors, and finally destroyed the Eye of Blood Demon after all the trouble he had gone through!
Even if he had not planned to show off after he returned home, he had been hunted by the Union Army and the Secret Sword Bureau the moment he came back. What the hell was that?
Rationally, Li Yao knew that the Children of the Nether World and Abyss were behind all this. They had fooled most of the ordinary people, the soldiers of the Federation, the Secret Sword Agents, and the Cultivators.
But emotionally …
He felt sad. He was even angry. All kinds of negative emotions were growing crazily. But it was perfectly normal.
Li Yao vaguely sensed that the mental devil's capability had almost doubled after only a few days.
It suggested that the dark side in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.
At this moment, hearing his name from the mouths of the innocent children, for some reason, the dark clouds in Li Yao's heart suddenly fell apart, and golden sunlight beamed out. He had been granted a brand-new strength!
"A hero of the Special Federation …"
It sounded super cheesy and awkward.
He was indeed blushing and having a headache when such a huge label was placed on his head.
Li Yao had never thought of being a hero.
To this moment, he had never considered himself a real 'hero of the Special Federation'.
In his opinion, the title should only belong to the solemn, solemn pictures and statues in the textbooks.
He was not qualified, nor did he want to be on the same level as these heroes.
However …
Under the slanting wind and drizzling rain, the ocean at dusk was covered in glittering golden scales. In the peaceful small fishing port, the children's laughter was like a string of silver bells that went straight to the sky. Occasionally, the parents' loud scolding could be heard, pulling the mud monkeys by the ears and bringing them home for dinner.
It was a beautiful picture, so beautiful that Li Yao could not bear to imagine it being destroyed by war and viruses.
He did not want to be a hero. It was tiring, annoying, and silly to be a hero. Sometimes, it could even be very frustrating.
However, if even five-year-old children considered him a hero, how could he disappoint them and even watch them die while doing nothing?
"Rest assured!"
Looking at the children who were hopping and disappearing at the end of the alley, Li Yao clenched his fists and said to himself, "Whoever is behind this, I will find them all!
"I won't let a meaningless war befall you."
"Absolutely not!"
He spent the night in a forsaken fishing boat on the coast of the East Seagull Port.
The place was more than a thousand kilometers away from the capital city. The search of the Secret Sword Bureau had not expanded to this place yet. The night was peaceful. Nobody found the forsaken fishing boat.
At two o 'clock in the morning, he had assembled the magical equipment that he would use in the capital city.
It was mainly an artificial body for ghosts that had undergone major modifications. It looked exactly the same on the outside but was completely different on the inside, as well as a very powerful spotlight.
The spotlight could emit mystic rays in seven colors. 'I am Li Yao. I am still alive!' Would be shot to a thousand meters in the sky. Every word was dozens of square meters wide and could be seen clearly on the ground.
As long as he was in the center of the capital city … In front of the Speaker, the Iron Commander, the director of the intelligence agency, a hundred leaders, a thousand media outlets, and billions of people of the Federation, he would shoot the words into the sky, preferably into the belly of Burning Prairie. Then, everything would be settled!
The Children of the Nether World and Abyss could only stare at each other. How could they stop him? Torture him into confessing in public? The people of the country would not agree to that, either!
At three o 'clock in the morning … Li Yao snuck into the processing boat of the White Sea Sect, a local sect in East Seagull Port, through the bottom of the ocean.
The White Sea Sect was a small sect. There were few Cultivators in the entire sect. Such a regular processing boat did not need many Cultivators to watch over it, either.
After all, who would be interested in a few fish or conches?
The workers on the processing boat were all ordinary people. There was only one non-battle-type Cultivator who was responsible for the manipulation and maintenance of the magical equipment on the boat. They were not very vigilant. Or rather, they did not have any vigilance at all.
Not only did the processing boat itself work in the offshore every day, the catch of the small fishing boats would also be delivered to the place at three or four o 'clock in the morning. There was a large quick-freezing chamber inside the processing boat. Through a special freezing liquid, the seawater would be completely frozen in half a second while the cells of the seafood inside would be kept intact. The meat would be kept in the freshest state.
After the seafood was carefully selected by the workers and classified into different levels, they would be frozen into large, square ice lumps with the freezing liquid. They would be stored in special freezers.
The freezing liquid was deep blue in the first place. After it was frozen, it turned dark blue. The visibility was very low. It was impossible to see what was inside at all.
Different containers were delivered to different hotels and seafood markets in different cities. The seafood of the highest level was sent directly to the Junhao Hotel in the capital city on a special fast crystal airship. The thawing operation was carried out in the warehouse of the hotel.
Li Yao knew that the Junhao Hotel was a property under the name of the Imperial Emperor Hall, a famous sect in the Federation. The Imperial Emperor Hall was quite influential in the capital area. The containers of seafood that were in a race against time were not inspected. Usually, they were exempt from inspection. Even if they were inspected, they would definitely open the container and take a few glances before giving up.
At 4: 09 in the morning, Li Yao finished his work in the engine compartment of the processing boat.
At 4: 21 in the morning, a small fire broke out in the engine compartment.
The only Cultivator on board left the job to his assistant and went down the engine compartment, mumbling to himself.
It was a very common overload accident caused by the aging of the spiritual energy circuits.
But as luck would have it, the few most important stabilizing units had been burnt down. It was quite troublesome to maintain them.
What came next was the most important freezing period. If it was not dealt with in time, the hundreds of tons of fish might all rot.
Having no other choice, the Cultivator squatted in the engine compartment and began his maintenance. It took him more than half an hour.
During that time, the freezers were filled with yawning fishermen. There was not a single Cultivator.
After an hour, the Cultivator finally finished his work and returned to the freezer, sweating hard.
At this moment, quite a few containers of seafood had been frozen.
Among them were the containers of seafood that were delivered to the Junhao Hotel in the center of the capital city.
At 6: 33 in the morning, the containers were loaded onto the crystal airship. The symbol of the Imperial Emperor Hall on the airship was glittering under the morning sun.
The airship flew toward the capital city.
At 7: 25 in the morning, the network search in Green Plateau City finally yielded new results. The forsaken shuttle that Li Yao stole from an old neighborhood had been found. The surveillance pictures of him leaving the downtown area of Green Plateau City in the car had popped up.
However, when the surveillance pictures reached the suburb of Green Plateau City, all the clues were cut off again. The shuttle was like an ice cube that had been melted in water, vanishing into nothingness.
At 8: 55 in the morning, the alert at the periphery of the capital city was raised again.
Nine layers of warning lines had been established. All the pedestrians, shuttles, short-distance buses, crystal trains, and civil carriers that entered the capital city were subjected to the strictest examination!
The problem was that the Secret Sword Agents that made up the Secret Sword Bureau were made of flesh and blood, not omnipotent gods. The resources that the Secret Sword Bureau could mobilize were not infinite, either.
When they devoted all their resources to the investigation and search on this side, they naturally had no time to bother with the cargo airship from such a small place as East Seagull Port.
At 9: 45 in the morning, two Secret Sword Agents boarded the airship. They were very close to victory.
However, after scanning every gap on the airship with mystic rays and making sure that there were no suspicious persons, they looked at the symbol of the Imperial Emperor Hall and scratched their noses, letting the victory slip through their fingers.
At ten o 'clock sharp, above the Junhao Hotel in the center of the city, the airship slowly landed.
There was one day to go before the hundred-day memorial ceremony.
It was zero kilometers away from the capital city.
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