Chapter Twenty-Five Turmoil

  Looking through the car window, I saw a sea of people's heads that made my eyes dizzy - at least hundreds of monks flooded into the vast forest, not to mention other followers and guards, which were countless, anyway, it was all crowded with people.

  If these people were scattered, it wouldn't be a big deal. But since Yang Jingting set up the boundary outside the barbarous forest 300 years ago, there is only one path to enter the forest. Now with so many people walking on this single path, this quiet place has turned into a marketplace.

  Yang Yunqiu lost her smile and asked: "These... are all here to find Huang Zhong?"

  Is it possible that the wild kind is born, and all the cultivators under the sky don't know about it?

  The doll flew out of the car and flew back in a moment to count carefully.

  "Among the cultivators above the 8th rank, I haven't seen any for now. Among those above the 7th rank, including our Young Master, there are a total of thirteen people... Seventy-nine above the 5th rank... Autumn Brother, don't look at it as if you're in Changshu Town, but this 4th rank cultivator seems to be quite valuable. However, looking at the whole world, it's just a life that can be used as cannon fodder."

  The doll chattered on for half a day, talking about nothing but fifth-grade and above, the rest of which followed suit, third-grade, fourth-grade, and even second-grade cultivators, not even taking it seriously. But they didn't think that Yang Yunqiu himself was only fourth-grade.

  Fu Ning furrowed his brow, "At that time, the energy fluctuations in the barbaric forest were not small, but except for my adoptive father, my master, and Kunlun Zixu Tian, Changyin Gate Master, Tiangong Workshop's Sutu Dashi, Shanming Academy's Fu Xiansheng, no one else should have detected that there might be a wild seed reborn. Even if they sent people to investigate, it wouldn't be so many people at once."

  He is also surprised at the current situation.

  Situ Changfeng was nonchalant: "What's the big deal? Let's not talk about whether there's chaos or unknown numbers, even if it really gets chaotic, it's just a matter of soldiers coming and water flowing, and earth covering."

  Although that's the case, Fu Ning couldn't help but feel some regret. The situation was chaotic, and if a real conflict were to arise, it would likely result in heavy casualties. He glanced at Yang Yunqiu and sighed, "Yang Gongzi, this matter doesn't concern you. Why not take advantage of the fact that it's still possible to leave now and depart early? With so many people together, there's no need for a guide, and nothing will happen."

  Actually, at this moment, there are already clever monks who see that the situation is not good and quietly leave. As for those who still want to move forward, except for those who really come to seek "wild cultivation", others are either reckless or simply do not understand the specific situation and cannot perceive the danger.

  Yang Yunqiu shrugged: "Just think I'm here to see the excitement, broaden my horizons. I've been in this place for three years, and if there's really danger, I can still run."

  Feng Ning was speechless for a moment.

  Yang Yunqiu was also helpless, and he still didn't know the current situation of the future base. Fangzhou and the remains of those who died in the disaster wouldn't be a big problem; after such a long time had passed, the forest was full of ferocious beasts, and it's likely that no large-scale traces would remain. However, if they let these people recklessly search around in the wilderness, they might directly crash into the base's protective shield, and who knows how many problems would arise from that.

  Anyway, he had made up his mind that this time no matter what 'wild seedlings' there were, he was just here to get some sauce, as long as these people didn't run into the base over there, he would honestly collect some medicinal materials, gather some demon bones, and follow behind Pei Ning and the others to watch the excitement.

  "Alright, stop dragging those useless things. Everyone has arrived, can't leave now? Hurry up and get some food ready, don't you see it's already noon?"

  Situ Zhangfeng impatiently shouted.

  Yang Yunqiu also felt empty in the abdomen, got up and went to the back, put down a metal plate on the car wall, added an iron pot, added rice and water, and soon, hot air was steaming.

  He then cut some meat shreds, marinated them evenly with seasonings, and stir-fried them in a pot to bring out the oil. Then he added two chopped preserved eggs, Changsu's specialty "Moonlight Snow Mustard", and poured everything into the porridge pot. After a brief simmer, he turned off the heat and served it up.

  Situ Longfeng took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that this trip was not in vain. Even if he didn't get anything in the end, just knowing that there were so many varieties of food in the world made him feel it was worth it.

  Outside is freezing and icy, trees are covered with frost, but inside the car it's warm and cozy like spring, having another bowl of hot porridge feels almost too good!

  Three people were eating when the car door was knocked on ding-dong.

  Through the car window, I saw that the one knocking on the door was a very beautiful young girl, only eighteen or nineteen years old, wrapped in a white fur cloak, with eyebrows and eyes like a painting, and skin as white as snow.

  "Hey, what's this thing? When did you build this house?"

  Yang Yunqiu had not spoken yet when Situ Changfeng casually opened the car door.

  The little girl in front of them was someone they knew. She was the same one who had a conflict with Yang Yinquiu at the store earlier.

  However, she has now removed her makeup and returned to her girlish appearance, becoming even more lovely and charming, indeed much cuter than before.

  Yang Yunqiu dodged to the side, and was hit by that black air, causing a headache.

  That little girl felt the rush of heat, and saw that the car had a plush carpet on the floor, with delicious food wafting out, for a moment she didn't notice him, but instead focused her gaze on Situ Changfeng's half-exposed body, with a somewhat arrogant smile saying: "I am Gao family's eldest daughter, Gao Mingyue, who are you? Is this thing built by you?"

  "Si Tu Changfeng curled his lip: 'I don't know you.'"

  Gao Mingyue was taken aback for a moment, then lightly laughed and shook her head: "Recently this world has indeed changed a bit, I don't know why there are more and more idiots who don't know the height of heaven or the thickness of earth."

  They had been having a streak of bad luck recently, first with the loss of their family heirloom and then with one problem after another in their business. They were already feeling quite upset when they encountered a group of three or four little kittens in the wilderness who actually dared to show them disrespect. How could she not be angry?

  It wasn't just her, the monks who had curiously gathered around were also very uncomfortable. They were freezing to death in the forest, and their tents couldn't keep out the cold. Some people couldn't even start a fire due to the extreme dampness and chill, and could only rely on hand warmers to resist the cold. The food they ate was hard as bricks - dry biscuits and dried meat that made them cough as soon as it entered their mouths.

  Now let's take a look at other people, although I don't know how that strange iron house was built, but it's obviously very warm inside. Haven't seen the man wearing only a tight-fitting single garment? Moreover, the rice in his hand is fragrant and steaming hot, which is a rare delicacy even outside the forest, making one's mouth water at just one sniff.

  This is how the world works, it's not worried about scarcity but worried about inequality. If everyone suffers together, then suffering wouldn't be so unbearable. What's most feared is that some people have while others don't.

  Yang Yunqiu's car started, the stealth formation was activated, these monks didn't notice and didn't discover. When it stopped, in order to save energy, of course, it couldn't be opened with the formation on, but then they were noticed by people.

  If no one takes the lead, these monks would just discuss in private and wouldn't dare to cause trouble. But now that someone has taken the lead, many are joining in to make a scene.

  Situ Changfeng sneered and shook his head, saying: "All are common people, really not interesting." After finishing speaking, he turned his head and went in.

  That little girl, and this group of people, they only dare to cause trouble because they think the other side is weak. Not far away, the people from Shanming Academy have set up a huge tent, but it's empty all around, no one dares to approach. It's all because Shanming Academy has many people, apart from the leading monk, there are nearly a hundred guards and warriors, they know better than to mess with them.

  "What's going on? What's all this?"

  "You're just a junior, how can you be so rude? Don't you see Master Fang is here? Hurry up and come to pay your respects!"

  As he spoke, someone got on the bus.

  Yang Yunqiu furrowed her brow, took a step forward, and with a light flick of her wrist, she drew out a boundary seal. With a sudden burst of movement, the two cultivators who were approaching were instantly pushed back three steps, stumbling to steady themselves.

  In fact, these two masters were also third-rate and not much different from Yang Yunqiu, but when it came to the subtlety of their control over their techniques, they couldn't even come close.

  One of the masters, still young, only twenty-five years old, a third-grade master at the age of twenty-five, his natural talent is not bad, obviously also brought out some arrogant air, suddenly angry and red-faced, looking again at the front, it's just a yellow-haired boy with a milk smell, hateful and angrily shouting, stretching out his hand to grab Yang Yuna's arm.

  He grabbed it, but it was as if he had grasped a thousand-year-old ice cube, and he shivered with fear, letting go of his hand: "You... what kind of evil cult are you? Are you from the Underworld?"

  As soon as this sentence came out, all the monks present changed their faces greatly.

  Youdu is the only evil sect in Yan Guo, and its disciples cultivate the Youmen secret method, turning living people into dead ones. They are all ruthless and cruel, and ordinary cultivators change color when they hear about it.

  It was Gao Mingyue standing in front who furrowed her brow upon hearing this and said, "How could there be such a pretty boy in Youdu?"

  What she meant was that you people should stop bullying Yudu, but she didn't actually say it out loud. She looked at Yang Yunqiu carefully: "You're also here to join in the fun? I wonder... has Master Fu arrived?"

  Yang Yunqiu shook her head and suddenly raised it, frowning: "The evil spirit is coming, be careful."

  That little girl was taken aback, and then coldly laughed: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who doesn't know that the evil spirit only appears in summer and autumn every year, and will dissipate automatically in winter and spring. You don't understand, so don't pretend to be knowledgeable here."

  Yang Yunqiu shrugged: "Believe it or not." Then she casually closed the car door.

  He can't tell this little girl that in the past, every winter and spring, the miasma disperses because Fang Zhong needs to rely on the miasma to cultivate his skills. Now that he's not absorbing it, who knows how many times stronger the miasma will become? Those who come into contact with it will either have their vital energy invaded or lose their souls and die.

  The monks outside had a few discontented ones, scolding and grumbling, but they were all persuaded by their companions. After all, they came here with a purpose and didn't need to stir up more trouble.

  "Sighing, Si Tu Changfeng said: 'It's really that people's hearts are no longer ancient. From what time did it start? Even cultivators no longer pay attention to cultivating their hearts. They have no demeanor or elegance, one by one only knowing how to fight and be cruel, only yearning for magical powers and divine abilities, not much different from the common folk.'"

  Yang Yunqiu raised an eyebrow and smiled, never expecting Situ Changfeng to have such insight.

  Fu Ning also laughed: "Don't always talk about others, first take care of yourself." This person himself didn't pay much attention to cultivating his mind either.