I have a city in another world

Chapter 6870 Flattery and Puppet

The black-robed cultivator trembled with fear as he watched the head roll away.

Chopper, that perverted bastard, can be said to have committed countless evils. After the news of his death spread, I wonder how many people will applaud.

But as someone who experienced it firsthand, I realized how terrifying that moment was. The oppressive feeling of death brought by that unseen presence made the black-robed cultivator feel suffocated.

They were terrified that their heads would fly off at any moment.

He wanted to escape, but he was afraid that he would not be able to escape at all. Having witnessed the various useless efforts of ordinary people in front of him, the black-robed cultivator had already realized one thing.

When facing a strong opponent, many efforts made with all one's might are nothing more than futile struggles.

Therefore, in the cultivation world, if you want to preserve your life and live a better life, you should stay away from those strong people as much as possible.

Otherwise, you might accidentally get caught in the crossfire and die.

Everyone accumulates some survival experience when facing complex environments. These are not grand principles, but often simple and practical ones.

For example, at this moment, when faced with death, the black-robed monk decisively chose to back down.

There is nothing shameful about yielding to a stronger opponent in order to survive.

Upon seeing the grotesque head, the black-robed cultivator immediately knelt down, his expression sincere as he begged for forgiveness.

The serious demeanor they had maintained earlier vanished at this moment, leaving only fear and docility displayed in order to survive.

Ignoring the astonished gazes of the elves, he cautiously looked towards the open space, groveling for his life.

They are a bunch of ants, completely insignificant. The key is to please the beings in front of you.

After kowtowing more than a dozen times without receiving any response, the black-robed cultivator felt uneasy.

Although my head hadn't moved yet, my neck felt a chill.

It felt as if an invisible blade was pressed against his neck, ready to strike at any moment.

Thinking of this possibility, the black-robed cultivator became increasingly uneasy, and his attitude became even more respectful.

At this moment, his situation was similar to that of the elves before him; their lives were in the hands of others.

However, while the elves were mostly enslaved and trained for auction to make money, he had no idea what kind of situation he would face.

The death of his comrade before his eyes was the greatest warning to him, and also the source of his unease.

I thought he would be very happy after Chopper died, but it turns out that he wasn't.

He didn't care whether that bastard lived or died; he only felt a sense of sorrow, like the fox mourning the death of a rabbit.

Putting aside past grievances, he and Chopper are on the same side, facing the same hidden dangers and possibly the same fate.

What I'm trying to do now is to avoid a similar situation from happening to me, so that I don't end up with my body torn apart.

The panicked black-robed cultivator had lost his composure and his ability to observe his surroundings had rapidly diminished.

He didn't notice the strange looks in the eyes of the elves.

As he bowed respectfully and obsequiously toward the empty space in front of him, a group of elves looked toward the spot to the side.

It seemed as if an unseen figure existed in that place, inspiring awe in the elves.

The black-robed monk was unaware that the target he both feared and fawned over was right behind him.

Such disrespectful behavior is tantamount to provocation, and if someone were to take this matter seriously, they would certainly not let it go.

If the black-robed cultivator knew the truth, he would be terrified, because all his previous efforts would be meaningless and would have the opposite effect.

Tang Zhen didn't care about these things, but he didn't mind scaring the black-robed cultivator a bit more so that he would behave better next time.

Lying half-reclined on the grass, recalling the series of events he had just experienced, Tang Zhen became increasingly certain that there was something wrong with him.

The previous clash of rules had an unknown impact on his body, granting him some special abilities. It shouldn't be the rules themselves, because Tang Zhen lacked a source to support him, and his fragile physical body couldn't sustain the operation of the rules.

Deities are able to operate the rules because they are in an energy state, something ordinary people absolutely cannot do.

Tang Zhen deduced that certain rules were generated during the collision, which in turn affected his body, resulting in some abilities being left behind.

Ordinary people can see him, but cultivators cannot see or touch him; this is all due to the influence of his abilities.

To what extent is not yet accurately determined; further assessment is needed.

He also didn't know how long this ability would last, whether it would be continuous or only temporary.

We must have a clear understanding of our own situation and cannot afford to be careless or negligent.

Tang Zhen's current situation is indeed extremely dangerous and unfavorable, and he must find a safe location.

Hiding hastily is not the best option; wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly will only bring more danger upon oneself.

The best course of action is to attach oneself to a supernatural organization and use its power to hide and recover.

After some thought, Tang Zhen decided to keep the black-robed cultivator and make him his puppet.

The black-robed cultivators stepped in to help Tang Zhen handle some matters, so he wouldn't have to do it himself.

If you give them a proper warning and a little incentive, they will obediently follow your orders.

As an eighth-level cultivator, dealing with a high-level wizard apprentice who has not yet advanced should be a piece of cake.

Once Tang Zhen made up his mind, he instructed the elves to act as his mouthpieces.

The inability to communicate directly with cultivators is also a drawback; perhaps other solutions can be found.

But at this moment, they can only make use of these elves.

For the elves, this is a good thing; with higher value, they will no longer be dispensable.

They will receive more attention and better treatment.

Otherwise, in the eyes of extraordinary beings, they would become useless waste that can be consumed at any time, and life and death would be decided in a single thought.

Only by becoming valuable can a product survive longer; otherwise, it will eventually be disposed of.

Among this group of elves, Tang Zhen chose the most beautiful woman because she was the only one who had expressed goodwill from the beginning.

Compared to the indifference of other tribesmen, this kindness is rare and precious, and is also a testament to their character.

We are both in the same boat, and even if we can't offer help, we shouldn't have this kind of hostile attitude.

Tang Zhen had not done anything provocative before this, so this hostility came out of nowhere, which was tantamount to him taking the blame for those slave-catching teams.

Such an inability to distinguish right from wrong is indeed worthy of the fate of being exterminated.

Now that a spokesperson is needed, Tang Zhen will definitely have to make a careful selection; not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can take on the role.

"Come over there, I have a few words I need you to convey."

Tang Zhen looked at the elven woman and gave the order with a smile, his tone carrying an undeniable firmness.

The female elf who was singled out by Tang Zhen hesitated for a moment, her gaze towards Tang Zhen filled with fear.

What she had just experienced completely shattered her understanding, and it was only natural that she felt fear.

Faced with Tang Zhen's fate, he wanted to refuse, but when he thought of the consequences of refusing, he gritted his teeth and stood up.

To protect their comrades and to avenge their fallen friends and family, they must confront certain difficulties and fears.

Amidst the worried gazes of her companions, the elven woman approached the black-robed monk, concealing her sorrow and fear, and striving to project an elegant demeanor.

If you observe closely, you'll notice that her posture and movements are constantly being corrected, as if an unseen person is providing guidance on site.