I Am Your Natural Enemy

When Feng Yao said that, Wen Yan immediately started to feel a bit dizzy.

This would be even more troublesome than something from the rift coming over.

He’d talked about this with Tong Si before—as for those Ghosts like Tong Si, the days they spent over there were honestly worse than stray dogs in the city.

At least stray dogs in the city can dig through trash and find a bite to eat.

But back then, Tong Si and the rest didn’t even have a trash heap to rummage through.

The only reason they didn’t get eaten was simply because they didn’t have any meat on them—the Night Vigil Deity didn’t care about them.

If they left the territory of the Night Vigil Deity’s clan, they might die even faster.

That side is much more dangerous than reality here. In terms of power level, just talking about the average individual strength, so far, it’s definitely way above the real world.

In this world, Wen Yan knows the Old Celestial Master is really strong, but powerhouses like that aren’t really representative.

Just like when Wen Yan chatted with Lord Zhu about Wudang, they talked about Immortal Zhang from Wudang back in the day.

Even after the Dragon’s Pulse was slashed and The Last Dharma Decline Era officially began, as the Martial Path began to rise, this powerhouse still lived like he was from a whole different version than everyone else.

That’s exactly like the saying, ”Immortal Zhang couldn’t have possibly wiped out all five sects.”

Experts like that—unless you’re ridiculously strong and can impact the big picture—don’t really matter much on an individual level.

Oh, but of course, Wen Yan now thinks the Old Celestial Master is pretty much on that level.

That guy has really been stuck at the very top ever since the Spiritual Qi Resurgence started to deepen—never once fallen down.

Compared to other Taoists, he’s at least two versions ahead by default.

The main thing Wen Yan worries about is, if things going on in this world get found out by those on the other side of the rift, and if they figure out we’re all generally weaklings and there are lots of people here, would they get other ideas?

After all, if it’s just a few folks coming through the rift, then just take care of them and that’s it.

But if word gets out and more vicious characters decide this place is easy pickings and come flooding over—

Well, then things become a whole different problem.

Wen Yan was still sorting through his memory, trying to find a few clues.

Even though Little Mustache is done for, the trouble isn’t over yet.

Don’t even mention Scholar Tu’s business over at the riverbank, there’s also the issue of the video Wen Yan originally wanted to investigate. That Domain-as-server business—he hasn’t gotten to the bottom of it yet.

All he can tell right now is, that Domain server probably isn’t all that related to Little Mustache.

Among those ten thousand threads, Wen Yan had once found some related info—Little Mustache likely borrowed it from some other channel too.

As for what price he paid, Wen Yan doesn’t know, just that it definitely wasn’t simple.

Ten thousand threads—if Wen Yan wants to untangle them all, it’ll take a while. The only things that come naturally to him now are just those life skills he worked hard to master—whenever he holds something or sees it, the skill pops up on its own.

Everything else he has to unravel slowly, little by little.

The fact that he can temporarily keep things sorted out and not go insane is already not bad.

Wen Yan doesn’t know why caffeine helps these symptoms, but he has to grab a cup every so often.

Feng Yao’s one sentence made his head start to hurt—literally, just a headache—but the one who really should be worried is the Scorching Sun Department.

”Is everything okay over there?”

”For now, yeah. That girl you brought over—Li Linlin, was it—she really helped out. She sealed up the spatial fluctuations there, so no way anyone’s getting through the rift.”

”Oh, I almost forgot about her again. She’s still there?”

”Yeah, I signed my name on the record for her, and since you brought her, there’s no problem.

And it just so happens her mother’s a professor in a related field—very solid academically, too.

So, her mom was invited by the Scorching Sun Department to check things out, and Li Linlin didn’t want to leave her side, so she followed along.”

”Someone attacked the archaeology team?” Wen Yan’s brow furrowed ever so slightly.

”They used a diversion, drew our attention, then made for the rift.

From what I saw, they didn’t leave themselves much of a way out.

So I’m guessing they planned to go through the rift.

We prioritized protecting the professionals who came to help, so that gave those guys a chance to get away.

There were Ghosts trying to attack with stuff we couldn’t see, but the prepared robes blocked it.”

No one’s been hurt so far, and backup’s already here.

Don’t worry, your people are fine.”

”What about the detention center?”

”I haven’t heard of anything happening there yet—they’re on high alert already.”

”Alright, got it. Who’s providing support over in the Qinling Mountains?”

”Ghosts Lord Zhu brought with him.”

”Huh, they’re already on the job?”

”Desperate times call for flexibility, and besides, for Guanzhong County the resistance to this is minimal—works out well.”

After hanging up, Wen Yan hesitated a second, but still let Gray Cloth off the hook.

If he thought it through, he’d already finished his daily cultivation today—twelve solid hours of hard work—couldn’t drain himself any more.

He figured there’d definitely be something else going on tonight—there’s just too much shit piling up these days.

Since Lord Zhu and the Scorching Sun Department already came to an agreement, a lot of things can be handled freely now, so Wen Yan probably wouldn’t be needed much.

What he was really curious about was—what the hell did the guy spying on the detention center want?

Was he helping someone inside break out, or did he have some other goal?