While Zhang Yu was patiently looking through all sorts of information in his residence, in a metal building several kilometers away from him, a middle-aged man with messy hair and unkempt clothes was standing behind a glass wall. He was holding an apple in his hand and munching on it while looking at the building Zhang Yu was in.
He mumbled, "The Cultivator living in the opposite building is the one we found in the Northern Wall Desert two months ago?"
Behind him, a soldier stood straight and said respectfully, "Yes."
"Have you found out where he came from?"
"He claimed that he was taught Daoist arts by a Cultivator when he was young and that he did not belong to any sect. He just happened to run into Fang Cai and the others when he passed by the Northern Wall Desert on his travels. We used the 'True Stone' that was placed there …"
While talking, he looked at the middle-aged man carefully and explained, "The items of the Cultivators are indeed very useful in this regard. They have never made any mistakes so far …"
After the middle-aged man finished the apple, he took an orange from his servant and peeled it while tossing the pieces into his mouth. He asked casually, "What's the result?"
The soldier replied cautiously, "The True Stone determined that he was telling the truth."
The middle-aged man tossed the last piece of orange into his mouth and swallowed it with the juices. Then, he wiped his hands and waved at the soldier, saying, "Give it to me."
The soldier was dazed for a moment before he handed a chip to the middle-aged man in a hurry. The middle-aged man took it and stuffed it into his pocket without looking at it. Then, he walked out.
His servant and another officer who seemed to be waiting for him hurried to catch up with him and asked, "Supervisor Qiu, do we need to investigate further?"
Supervisor Qiu replied casually, "That's unnecessary. It's just a Cultivator."
The officer was somewhat surprised.
Supervisor Qiu suddenly stopped and said, "Right. Have you heard that the Feng Zhen Sect surrendered a few days ago?"
"Surrendered?" The officer blurted out subconsciously. Then, he exclaimed in shock, "The Feng Zhen Sect surrendered?"
Supervisor Qiu seemed to feel that his hands were still a little sticky. He wiped them on his sleeves and said, "It seems that your news is lagging behind. There will be news in a few days. The entire sect, from top to bottom, has surrendered."
At first, the affairs officer was immersed in shock, but then he became excited. This was the largest cultivation sect left in the northern land, and it had always been a big problem for them.
However, he still found it hard to believe. "But how could this be? Your humble servant is saying that they clearly haven't reached the end of their rope yet. According to the estimates of the higher-ups, this sect has at least 100,000 cultivators, and there's also the power of the higher-ups guarding it. This, this …"
"Yes, I didn't believe it at first either." Superintendent Qiu sighed and said, "That's why it's no longer the era of Daoist cultivators. Perhaps Daoist cultivators had greater power tens of thousands of years ago. But now, even the strongest Daoist cultivators can't compare to our Creator cultivators. If they don't surrender, they'll be annihilated by us. "
When the affairs officer heard the name of the Creator cultivators, he couldn't help but reveal a look of reverence.
These people had gone through unimaginable hardships to refine spiritual armor into their bodies. From there, they obtained abilities that were on par with Daoist cultivators and could grow their powers on their own. Moreover, once new armors were forged, they could also replenish and absorb them. They were also the backbone of the resistance against the higher-ups of Daoist cultivators.
Right now, even more Creator cultivators were appearing. Perhaps one day, they would be able to rely on these Creator cultivators to completely unify all the known territories.
At this moment, a subordinate walked over and said, "Supervisor, the flying boat is ready."
Supervisor Qiu said casually, "Let's go."
He had to run to many places every day and handle many important matters. He had no interest in wasting time on a young cultivator who didn't seem to be very strong. It was because there were simply too many of such cultivators.
Zhang Yu, who was in the cabin, turned his head and looked into the distance. Even though he had restrained his Light of Heart's power, his sharp senses hadn't decreased. He might restrain his probing, but as long as someone was observing him from elsewhere, he would immediately sense it.
He wasn't surprised by the surveillance coming from the outside.
He knew that as a Daoist cultivator, he would definitely be monitored to a certain extent if he entered the territory of a faction that mainly relied on Creator cultivators.
However, perhaps it was because the Vast Race possessed enough power to contend against Daoist cultivators, or perhaps it was because they knew that the decline of Daoist cultivators was inevitable, so the entire race was now treating the Daoist cultivators who were willing to submit to the Vast Race with extra tolerance.
Over the years, the Vast Race had destroyed countless Daoist sects and also captured a large number of Daoist cultivators. However, the Vast Race didn't treat these Daoist cultivators harshly. Instead, they made them offer up their own cultivation techniques, and at the same time, nurtured their own Daoist cultivators. These Daoist cultivators also completely obeyed the orders of the higher-ups of the Vast Race.
Zhang Yu believed that apart from these, the Vast Race should have their own higher-ups. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to contend against those sects. After all, any higher-ups could easily destroy a large area. It wouldn't be possible if they didn't have the power to resist them. This was an extremely powerful civilization.
If that "Shang Yi" was hidden deep within the Vast Race, or if he himself was a higher-up of the Vast Race, then he would be relatively difficult to deal with.
Although he was confident in his own strength, strength couldn't solve all problems. Moreover, to that "Shang Yi", he was an external self. He could use all his advantages to deal with him. Thus, he definitely couldn't expose himself before he found and confirmed.
He only had one chance.
However, coming here, even if he couldn't do anything now, it wasn't without benefits.
The only thing he lacked in his cultivation was the transformations of his Taoist technique. This required a long period of tempering and accumulation. He had not cultivated for a long time, so he naturally could not transform as freely as those Mystique Venerables who had cultivated for thousands of years.
This was also one of his shortcomings. Even if he found his own Dao techniques, he couldn't make up for this in a short period of time.
However, at the same time, having these shortcomings meant that he still had the possibility of improving himself. However, in this place, he could obtain more time to comprehend Dao techniques and make up for this shortcoming.
There was also something else that he felt couldn't be ignored. Although this was a world of Dao, the techniques, Dao techniques, and all the achievements of civilization in this world were all real.
These could all be used as references. If he could obtain all of them and return them to Tianxia after he severed the "Shang Yi", then he could definitely push Tianxia to a higher level. This could lead to the improvement of an entire civilization.
Compared to this, his own achievements could only be considered as a part of it.
Since he wanted to obtain all of this, then he had to obtain a certain status within the Vast Race.
As a cultivator, if he wanted to have a high enough status, other than displaying a certain amount of strength, he also had to make others feel that he wasn't too much of a threat.
In the blink of an eye, he already had a rough idea.
Right at this moment, he felt two hurried footsteps coming towards him, one in front and one behind. They only stopped when they reached the door. After a while, Fang Cai's voice sounded, "Is Mister Tao here?"
Zhang Yu stood up from his seat, and said, "Is it Fang Wei? Please come in."
The crystal screen in front of the door rippled like a water curtain. Two people walked in from inside. The one in front was a young woman who was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She had a head of lean short hair, her brows and eyes were sharp. She wore a well-ironed robe with the sleeves folded. A short sword was inserted at her waist, and she wore long military boots.
The one who followed behind her was a soldier who was about the same age as her, but had less hair on his head. He was panting as he chased after her. "Fang Wei, you …" He looked at Zhang Yu, holding back his words, only muttering this.
Fang Cai didn't pay him any attention. She cupped her fists in greeting towards Zhang Yu, and said, "Mister Tao, have you gotten used to living here?"
Zhang Yu returned the greeting, and said, "I still have to thank Fang Wei for the arrangements. I'm living quite well here." After a pause, he continued, "Fang Wei, if you have anything to say, you can say it directly. There's no need to be so polite."
His voice was clear and pleasant. Add to that his white robe, his bearing was like an immortal's. Even the young soldier who originally had a grudge against him couldn't help but have a great change in his opinion of him.
Fang Cai's brows were slightly anxious, and said, "Mister Tao, I took the liberty of coming here today because a few of my comrades have been seriously injured. I hope you can lend a helping hand."
Zhang Yu nodded, and said, "It seems the situation is rather urgent. Fang Wei, why don't we talk as we walk?"
Fang Cai nodded heavily, and said gratefully, "Very well. Many thanks for Mister Tao's understanding!"
She walked to one side of the wall, and reached out to knock on a certain jade-like place with her fist. The entire cabin suddenly shook, and a stretch of colorful flowing light appeared in their surroundings. It was as if the entire cabin hall was shuttling through some kind of track. When the flowing light receded, the scenery outside had already changed. Evidently, they had already appeared in another world.
Zhang Yu knew this was a kind of skill of the Boundless Race. Every cabin hall could be moved back and forth within the entire city through the use of the curved track on it. It was extremely convenient.
At this time, Fang Cai said, "We've arrived. Please follow me, Mister Tao." She took the lead and walked forward, her footsteps as swift as when she had arrived. That man hurriedly followed behind.
Zhang Yu walked very calmly, but his speed wasn't slow at all. The distance between him and the two of them didn't change at all.
The three of them first passed through a plaza, and then through a long corridor. They directly entered a brightly lit hall. There was a huge emblem on top of it. Above it was a large golden sun, and below it was the image of a deity holding up the heavens.
Fang Cai said, "Please wait here for a moment, Mister Tao."
Zhang Yu nodded in acknowledgment.
Fang Cai walked into the inner room. That young soldier now found the opportunity to follow up and say, "Fang Wei, do you really trust this Mister Tao? He has only been here for less than half a month, and hasn't even passed the inspection. If something unexpected happens …"
Fang Cai said seriously, "I trust Mister Tao. Even if He Wei was injured like that, he could still save him. Right now, since no one can find a way, why not let Mister Tao try?"
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