Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1400: There's no reason to guard against thieves every night.
In late autumn, September, the frost and wind grow stronger, and the season is already filled with chill.

The sky stretches for thousands of miles, and the autumn chill is penetrating to the bone.

A howling wind swept across the sky, tearing the clouds to shreds. Yellow leaves covering the mountains and fields were swirled and danced like butterflies by the gale, rustling down all over the long street.

Cloud Lake Starfield, Suspended Sun Sky, Snow Mist Immortal City.

Su Fan stepped out from the glowing teleportation hall within the city, his ears instantly filled with the clamor of voices. The bustling traffic and the conversations among cultivators surged in like a tide.

Since leaving Shenshuixian City, he has been wandering around for several years.

It must be said that the identity arranged for him by the Divine Water Immortal Sect has made his travels much easier.

What surprised him even more was that he was currently using someone else's name to assume this identity.

This cultivator named Wang Wei is a real person; he was once an outer guest elder of the Divine Water Immortal Sect.

He was entrusted by the sect to guard a remote resource point, but he perished in a great battle. His identity remained vacant until he became Su Fan's physical body in the Taihao Immortal Realm.

After all, they are a super immortal sect with profound foundations, so handling this kind of thing is second nature to them.

Su Fan secretly pondered that the top sects in the Taihao Immortal Realm probably all had many such backup identities hidden away.

He emerged from the bustling teleportation plaza and, following the address given by Steward Yuzuru, found an inconspicuous inn to stay in.

After settling in, Su Fan wandered around Snowstorm Immortal City at his leisure.

When he came to a teahouse on the side of the street, he stepped inside and chose a seat by the window.

Su Fan ordered a pot of spiritual tea and some snacks, lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, and casually glanced around the room.

As the tea warms, its aroma rises gently.

He sipped his tea, the idle chatter of the monks sitting next to him drifting into his ears.

At this moment, the conversations among the monks in the teahouse were almost all about him.

"You said the Celestial Race is being targeted by that great demon, when will this ever end, haha..."

"Serves them right... Who told them to provoke that great demon? Now look what happened, another plane has been slaughtered, and it's said that millions more have died..."

"Do you think that big devil can sleep at night after killing so many people? Isn't he afraid that vengeful ghosts will haunt him in his dreams...?"

"Are you fucking stupid? He's just a heretical cultivator, what's there to be afraid of... a vengeful ghost..."

"Haha... It's said that even if the Celestial Race issues bounties, no one dares to accept them anymore..."

In this world of cultivation, the Celestial Race is not well-liked no matter where they are.

At this moment, the cultivators in the teahouse were talking about this matter with great enthusiasm, their tone full of schadenfreude, and laughter rose and fell, treating this tragic event as the most entertaining topic of conversation.

Su Fan paused slightly in the teacup he was holding, then a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

He looked out the window and saw pedestrians hurrying to and fro on the long street. Yellow leaves swirled and fell onto the bluestone slabs, then were swept away by the wind and rolled into the distance.

This time, he slaughtered another plane of the Celestial Race, destroyed several main cities, and sacrificed millions of Celestial Race members.

Not only did they leave behind several piles of white bones in the Celestial Race's plane, but they also turned tens of thousands of miles of land into a wasteland.

His infamous reputation has now spread throughout many star regions of the Taihao Immortal Realm.

“Master, I have followed your instructions and handed those images over to the ‘Blood-Clad Tower’s’ intelligence system for dissemination…”

At that moment, Su Fan received a thought from Steward Yusheng in his mind.

In fact, many of the "Blood-Clad Tower's" peripheral intelligence agencies already knew that their headquarters had been destroyed. However, in order to survive, they had no choice but to continue to accept the management of Chief Steward Yu Sheng.

There's no other way; assassins within an organization can simply switch to other assassin organizations.

The "Blood-Clad Tower's" external intelligence and logistics systems only maintain single-line contact with headquarters. Without headquarters' support, they simply cannot survive.

Of course, maintaining this intelligence and logistics system around the "Blood-Clad Tower" requires a massive amount of resources.

Without the assassin business, they could only live off their savings, and Su Fan's personal wealth wouldn't last long.

Fortunately, Su Fan seized a massive amount of resources at the headquarters of the "Blood-Clad Tower," in addition to the enormous amount of spoils he obtained from the Celestial Race.

This would allow the "Blood-Clad Tower's" intelligence and logistics system to continue operating for several more years.

However, if there are no profitable means in the next few years, the vast intelligence network that "Blood-Clad Tower" has built up over the years will eventually be difficult to maintain.

This time, Su Fan used the "Blood Robe Tower" intelligence system to sell footage of his massacre of the Celestial Race in various star regions, actually in order to recover some losses.

Even so, it can only solve some immediate problems. If they want to continue to make a profit, they can only rely on the organization's killer business.

Su Fan didn't take the massive intelligence system that "Blood-Clad Tower" had built up over the years too seriously.

Su Fan hadn't had high expectations to begin with; it would be a pleasant surprise if it lasted for several years.

Su Fan could not possibly restart the "Blood-Clad Tower" assassin business; it would be a losing proposition for him.

He and Chief Steward Yu were simply not enough to support this massive assassin organization.

He mentally instructed the head steward, Yusheng, a few words, then put down his teacup, got up, and left the teahouse.

News of his massacre of a Celestial Race plane has already spread throughout the various star regions of the Taihao Immortal Realm.

At this point, Su Fan no longer intended to harm the Celestial Race.

Now, all the planes of the Taihao Immortal Realm are in a state of panic, with everyone on edge.

Su Fan wanted to find a place where he could stay comfortably for a few years.

Let those Celestial Race planes be on edge until their guard is down, then he will continue to wreak havoc on them.

In this world of cultivation, there's no reason to guard against thieves every night if you're a thief every day.

He didn't believe the Celestial Race could hold out for long; the taut string would eventually snap.

In Su Fan's view, the best defense is actually offense. Only by ultimately eliminating themselves can the Celestial Race make the best choice.

Unfortunately, the human race has no way to deal with him now, and the bounty they issued throughout the Taihao Immortal Realm has become a joke.

Don't be fooled by the disdain of those prodigies from the great sects and top families of those super planes for Su Fan, who comes from a small world.

But in the underground world, he was a fearsome and infamous figure.

Even if the Celestial Race offered the most tempting bounty, no one would dare to accept it.

The reason Su Fan chose to settle in the Yunhu Star Region was because there were no planes controlled by the Celestial Race in the nearby star regions.

Through the intelligence network of the "Blood-Clad Tower," they can closely monitor the movements of the Celestial Race through various channels in the underground world.

A cold wind swept past the street corner, carrying yellow leaves. Su Fan pulled his coat tighter, and his figure quickly merged into the crowd of people in Snowstorm Immortal City.

(End of this chapter)