I have a city in another world

Chapter 7072 Tentative Contact

The white-robed monk remained silent, observing carefully in the shadows, when suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

He was certain that Feng Jiu Kui was indeed injured.

Who is Feng Jiu Kui?

He was a notorious fiend within the Blood Demon Sect's inner circle, his Blood Fiend Palm had shattered the heads of countless cultivators, and his strength was enough to allow him to roam freely in the surrounding ruins.

Even he suffered such a huge loss and was injured so badly, what kind of person must the other party be?

The white-haired monk broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

He had no doubt that if he were to face the one who had injured Feng Jiu Kui, he would be easily crushed before he could even touch the hem of the other's clothes.

The opponent must be at least at level four to have managed to defeat Feng Jiu Kui. They must be a mid-level cultivator capable of holding a high-ranking position in a large gathering place and wielding the power of life and death.

Beings of this caliber are rarely seen, and it's incredibly difficult for ordinary cultivators to even catch a glimpse of them.

But now, in this dilapidated city that has long been regarded as a wasteland by various forces, there is actually a great god lurking there?
Thinking of this, the white-haired cultivator felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, sensing that this operation was likely to go wrong.

He lowered his eyes impassively, but a storm raged within him. A daring thought swirled in his mind: Should he... secretly make contact with that mysterious master?

If one could climb this high branch, not only would their status in the outer sect of the Blood Demon Sect rise dramatically, but they might even be able to get a foothold in the inner sect.

Although Feng Jiu Kui was trying his best to remain calm, the fleeting fear and resentment in his eyes did not escape the eyes of the white-haired cultivator.

Clearly, Feng Jiu Kui was also wary and calculating. He was definitely waiting for an opportunity, either reinforcements from the Blood Demon Sect or a swift and decisive strike after figuring out the opponent's strengths and weaknesses.

Time is running out for the white cultivator. He must find that mysterious gathering place and make contact with that expert before Feng Jiu Kui makes a move or reinforcements arrive.

Moreover, he absolutely must not let Feng Jiu Kui discover anything. Otherwise, given Feng Jiu Kui's ruthlessness, he would probably be reduced to ashes.

"Bai San".

A cold voice interrupted his thoughts. Feng Jiu Kui leaned back on a worn-out sofa, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "I'm giving you a mission. Go back to that foggy area in the city center and find a way to strike up a conversation with the survivors there."

The white-robed cultivator's heart tightened, and he quickly bowed and replied, "Yes, Senior Brother."

“Tell them the terms are negotiable.” Feng Jiu Kui’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “Exchange supplies for that kid surnamed Ding. As long as they don’t ask for an exorbitant amount, agree to everything. Also… gather as much information as possible, and be friendly. Don’t act like a nagging ghost.”

The white-haired monk's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but immediately relaxed, and he respectfully replied, "Yes."

Only after leaving that dark room and stepping outside into the biting cold wind did he dare to relax his expression.

Feng Jiu Kui suffered a loss, but instead of retaliating, he took the initiative to make amends. This behavior was very unusual.

The white-haired cultivator instantly understood that Feng Jiu Kui's scheme was far more complex than simply redeeming people.

What could possibly motivate a level four cultivator to go to such lengths to plan something other than those lost, life-altering magical inheritances?
Especially the inheritance of formations, which is a treasure even rarer than top-tier cultivation techniques. Any force that obtains it can instantly gain several times the combat power.

Feng Jiu Kui is a greedy and cruel guy, so how could he possibly miss this opportunity?

Thinking of this, the white-haired monk's heart began to beat faster involuntarily.

He sensed an opportunity.

If I can get there first and make contact with that mysterious master, I might be able to get a share of the pie, or even... replace Feng Jiu Kui.

Soon, the white-robed monk stood once again in the center of the city, before the thick fog that resembled falling clouds.

The mist churned, like a lurking beast, exuding a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine. He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and proclaimed loudly, "I am Bai San, an outer disciple of the Blood Demon Sect. I have come here on the orders of Senior Brother Feng Jiu Kui to discuss the matter of redeeming people. I request that you all show yourselves."

The mist churned, and a tall figure slowly emerged.

The white-robed monk's pupils suddenly contracted. The newcomer was a young man, wearing a stained leather jacket, exuding a wild and fierce aura.

He didn't deliberately release his aura, but the powerful fluctuations of his blood and qi were as tangible as a physical entity. Even from more than ten meters away, the white-haired cultivator could clearly feel an overwhelming sense of oppression, as if he were facing not a person, but a ferocious beast that had awakened from ancient times.

This person's aura was strange, carrying a faint hint of malevolent energy, but it was completely different from the insidious bloodthirsty energy of the Blood Demon Sect. It was more like a pure, iron-blooded malevolent energy honed through slaughter.

The white-robed cultivator was horrified. He had a gut feeling that if it were a simple contest of physical strength, he probably wouldn't even be able to withstand a single punch from his opponent. Even if he used magic, the outcome would be fifty-fifty.

Absolutely must not make a move! This was the only thought in the white-robed cultivator's mind at that moment.

"Supplies list." The young man's voice was hoarse and cold as he stretched out his hand, revealing a crumpled piece of paper in his palm.

The white-haired cultivator quickly stepped forward to take it. He glanced at it briefly and saw that it contained basic living supplies and weapons and ammunition. Although these were precious in the ruined world, they were not difficult for the Blood Demon Sect to obtain.

He calmed down a bit, and his face immediately lit up with a smile. He said humbly, "Fellow Daoist, it was all a misunderstanding. Our Blood Demon Sect has no ill intentions. We just want to coexist peacefully with you all. If needed, we can even provide assistance."

He paused, then offered his bait: "To be honest, the Blood Demon Sect's army will be arriving here soon. The situation will be complicated, and further complications are inevitable. To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, I can arrange a meeting between the high-level officials of both sides to discuss a cooperative plan."

His meaning was clear: he wanted to meet the other party's leader, that mysterious master.

However, the young man merely glanced at him coldly, his gaze calm and unwavering, yet it made the white-haired cultivator feel as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake, sending chills down his spine.

"Once the goods are delivered, the person will be released." The man said this and turned to leave, not giving the white-robed cultivator a chance to speak again.

The white-robed cultivator inwardly sighed with regret, knowing he wouldn't be able to extract any useful information today. Filled with resentment and disappointment, he turned and left to gather supplies.

On his way back, a murderous thought flashed through his mind.

It would be best if that captured Junior Brother Ding didn't come back alive, otherwise he'd inevitably cause trouble later. He had to find a way to completely eliminate this potential threat after ransoming him.

Upon returning to the base, the white-haired cultivator immediately compiled a detailed intelligence report, including every detail of the contact, the young man's aura, demeanor, tone of voice, and the list of supplies. He then sent this report to his true superior through secret channels.

The value of this intelligence was enough to earn him a generous reward.

A mid-level cultivator who understands formations is a strategic figure that any force must highly value.

As for how his superiors would handle it, that was beyond his control.

All he had to do was to behave himself and play the role of a loyal outer disciple of the Blood Demon Sect.

Especially at such a sensitive time, any abnormality could lead to death.

When Feng Jiu Kui received the report from the white cultivator, he simply nodded expressionlessly, revealing neither joy nor anger.

But only he knew how excited he was when he heard that the other party had only sent a powerful "thug" instead of the mysterious master.

This is a signal, a signal that the other party may not want to escalate the situation. It means he still has a chance!

Before the Blood Demon Sect's army arrives, he must obtain that array inheritance at all costs!

He used every means at his disposal, whether it was coercion, bribery, or any other method.

That extraordinary inheritance will become the cornerstone for him to reach a higher position, and it will also be his only chance to break free from the fate of being a chess piece and become a true chess player.