Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 405: Chapter 347: The Old Land, Moyang City

”I don’t want to die.”

Tu Xingsun shook his head vigorously, refusing to take the pill in Han Yu’s hand, no matter what was said.

Twelve zodiac animals, isn’t it just cruelly wanting to turn him into an animal!

If one can’t even be human, what’s the point of living?

Damn it, this is brutal! Why torture oneself like this?

No matter what they say, this pill cannot be taken. Isn’t it good to just be a proper human? Why become a pig or a dog?

”There’s also a chance you might turn into a dragon.”

Han Yu consoled him and advised.

Everyone’s first impression of this pill is turning into a pig or a dog. Among the twelve zodiac animals, aren’t there dragons and tigers?

Tu Xingsun wasn’t foolish; no matter what was said, he wouldn’t take it.

”It’s not about the dragon or the tiger; no one wants to be an animal.”

The Artifact Spirit explained in the Sea of Consciousness, and besides, no one knows how powerful this pill is unless someone takes it.

”Moreover, it doesn’t randomly change you; you can only be human for two hours a day.”

Han Yu pouted, thinking if it allowed for random transformation, he would have devoured it himself long ago.

”So, I win, and now you owe me eight years of Qi Fortune.” The Artifact Spirit laughed heartily.

The man and the spirit had a major disagreement about the Six Animals Pill. Han Yu believed the pill was definitely powerful, while the Artifact Spirit considered it worthless, saying that whether it was powerful or not, it was something nobody dared to take.

What does it mean? Simply put, no matter how good the thing is, no one dares to eat it.

Han Yu didn’t believe it, which is why they made a bet.

Now, the Artifact Spirit held its mouth, snickering, as the eight years of Qi Fortune were in hand.

Iron Eagle soared in the sky, and after Han Yu retracted his hand, he glanced at Tu Xingsun, curled up beside him, and scolded with a look of disappointment, ”You unworthy object, you’re not even qualified to take it.”

The minimum threshold is the Realm of Transcendence, while Tu Xingsun’s broken cultivation couldn’t even scare anyone; he couldn’t even take it.

Tu Xingsun dared not argue; he quickly buried his bruised and battered face, fearing the other party might regret it.

Flying for half a day, mountains gradually appeared, and a great river running north to south was drawing near.

They arrived at the Bailu River, and the position Tu Xingsun pointed to took Han Yu by surprise.

Moyang City...

A very familiar capital, because it was the home of Young Master Lin Fei, who possessed the Female Qilin.

”Are you sure the Black Robe will wait for you there?”

Han Yu turned to look at the person beside him, resembling an ostrich, and inquired.

Tu Xingsun then raised his head and cautiously answered, ”He did say here, but whether he lied...”

Han Yu glared and interrupted, ”If he deceived you, you’re doomed.”

Upon hearing this, Tu Xingsun quickly buried his face with a look of distress, secretly praying that the Black Robe would indeed be there at least to block the disaster for him.

...

Moyang City.

Zhu Yu slowly put away the letter in his hand, inexplicably sighing.

The letter was delivered by the Inspectorate. The current situation in the Cultivator Realm wasn’t looking good. Battles were happening all over, and although Moyang City had the backing of the Cyan Sun Sect, it might not stay unaffected for long.

The letter from the Inspectorate clearly stated that the conflict between the righteous and the evil had begun to spread to major sects. Besides reminding the Cyan Sun Sect, it was also a warning that the Inspectorate and Guardian Bureau were short on manpower, so they might have to rely on themselves if something happened.

”Shouldn’t there be anyone really looking for trouble?”

Zhu Yu looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, his heart filled with apprehension.

The Cyan Sun Sect had barely made it to the rank of first-rate sect. Although they had the name, they were only slightly stronger than a second-rate sect. If they were targeted by the Evil Path, the sect would survive, but casualties would be inevitable.

What he feared most was the Evil Path using the chaos to target Moyang City, which would be the most terrifying scenario.

Should Moyang City get dragged into the cultivator wars, the entire city might face disaster.

The more he thought, the more daunting the situation seemed, so he waved to call the Palace Guard.

”Issue the order: from today, Moyang City will be on lockdown; cultivators can only leave, not enter.”

This was almost equivalent to sealing the city.

The Palace Guard hesitated and spoke, ”My lord, won’t this provoke dissatisfaction among the cultivators?”

”Tell them: they’ll have to hold it in even if they’re unhappy. This bunch may now appear to be having fun, but you’ll see—it will be these same people who bring the Evil Path here when chased.”

Zhu Yu’s face was stern; he despised these people who couldn’t sit still and just went around causing trouble. Wouldn’t it be better to cultivate quietly?

Flying around on their swords every day without much cultivation, they just loved to stir things up, all in the name of ’experience’.

At least seventy percent of the chaos in the Cultivator Realm, be it right or wrong, was caused by these incompetent cultivators.

...

”Achoo~”

Han Yu, who was entering the city, suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose, and suspiciously looked back at the person behind him.

Tu Xingsun, now untied, followed behind him with his head down like an aggrieved wife.

”Are you cursing me in your heart?”

Tu Xingsun was startled, his face pale, and he kept shaking his head, ”No way, I wouldn’t dare!”

Poor him, he just cursed ”bastard” quietly.

He didn’t expect the other party to be so sensitive that even silently cursing wasn’t allowed.

Having visited this place once, Han Yu was familiar with the routines. He led the group into the city, coincidentally meeting a team of Palace Guards solemnly heading out of the city.

Quickly, a crowd of people gathered around an announcement being posted, all wearing cultivator outfits, looking both ridiculous and forcedly dashing.

Though not knowing what it said, chaos broke out outside the city almost immediately.

”Such a show of force from Moyang City, allowing exits but no entries, they intend to keep all cultivators out?”

A cultivator with a face full of ferocity and a body of fat squeezing into his outfit spoke angrily.

His words instantly gained agreement, and another stick-thin cultivator, his attire hanging loose, also spoke loudly.

”What if I insist on going out and coming back in?”

Upon finishing, he attempted to walk out with pride, only to have dozens of Mo Family artifacts pointed at his head just as he was about to re-enter.

”We dare to kill.”

The leading cultivator sneered.

This scene nearly scared the thin cultivator witless, but he shakily muttered, ”I... I don’t believe... you would dare act.”

Moyang City doing this—isn’t it asking to offend all cultivators?

The leading Palace Guard seemed to read his thoughts and sneered, ”We don’t intend to offend all cultivators, but we won’t hesitate against those deliberately causing trouble.”

He then proclaimed loudly, ”Fellow cultivators, my lord has stated that with the current chaos, Moyang City seeks stability and can only temporarily restrict cultivator movement. Please understand.”

”Moreover, he has said if anyone is dissatisfied, they can report to the Guardian Bureau or the Cyan Sun Sect. He is the city’s Guardian and the foremost disciple of the Cyan Sun Sect. Any dissatisfied cultivators are welcome to report.”

These words were indeed bold, causing some who had left the city to turn away while those not yet out reconsidered leaving.

As for the thin cultivator, he was unfortunate. He watched as the portly one slunk away without supporting him.

”Can I still leave now?”

He asked tearfully.