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Chapter 335 There wasn't a single cultivator on the street; something must be amiss.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Accompanied by orderly shouts, the laborers worked together to slowly unload the supplies from the ship. Several Japanese men in uniforms stood not far away, inspecting each item as it was unloaded, adopting an official and businesslike manner.

Feng Xue glanced at Tian Shou and found that his lifespan was basically at the level of an ordinary person. He also did not have any special spiritual light or temperament, so he could be basically judged to be an ordinary person.

At this moment, Feng Xue had a strong urge to unleash a full combo of "bewitched - infatuated - imperial flow," but fortunately, he remained rational and restrained himself from this idea of ​​creating a world-modifying mode.

While it might seem to align with his personal values ​​to operate a world-modulation system in Japan, the problem is that people are path-dependent. Once they adapt to a certain rhythm, it becomes extremely difficult to step out of their comfort zone.

This is the fundamental reason why Feng Xueming, who had already largely solved the problem of lifespan, still refused to relax for a moment, because he was worried that once he let his guard down, he would habitually give up.

Rather than facing an insurmountable problem in the future and only being able to lament his past laxity, he felt it was better to work harder now.

Similarly, Feng Xue didn't want to become a brainwashing maniac who would turn on "debugging mode" whenever something happened. Using it occasionally was fine, but she didn't want to use it on a large scale.

As he was observing his surroundings, a subtle feeling suddenly arose from the bottom of his heart. No, that might not be accurate, because the feeling did not come from himself, but from Ghidorah, the illusory image of his soul, in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Is this the foundation of the Dragon King Temple?"

Looking at the enormous wooden box carried by eight people, Feng Xue activated her magical power and communicated with the cultivator beside her.

The cultivator paused slightly, seemingly stunned for a moment, before nodding and saying:
"Fellow Daoist has sharp eyes. If you hadn't pointed it out, I wouldn't have noticed! But I suppose that must be it."

As he spoke, he added in a subtle tone:
"This is such a big undertaking, I'm actually quite curious to see what they'll be able to get."

"Who knows?" Feng Xue looked completely clueless, while the cultivator chuckled, his gaze remaining fixed on the wooden box.

"Wait a minute!" Whether it was because of the cultivator's gaze or just routine, the Japanese man in charge of the patrol called out to the eight laborers carrying the wooden crates. This was followed by the voices of the merchant guild members who had come aboard the ship—

"Stop, everyone! Stop!"

As he spoke, he quickly walked up to the Japanese man and began speaking to him in fluent Japanese. The Japanese man nodded, but still said:
"Open."

"Okay, please wait a moment. This thing is too heavy; it's difficult for the workers to move if it's placed on the ground!"

As he spoke, he called out to the laborers who were preparing to unload the goods to bring over a weighing base to place underneath them.

Seeing this, Feng Xue frowned and said:

"Should we try to stop it?"

"No need, no need!" The brokerage manager who had given the instructions earlier immediately transmitted his voice, "The inspectors here are all ordinary people. Even if an ordinary cultivator looked at that foundation, they wouldn't find any problems. Going through the proper channels is safer. You don't need to worry about this place. Come with me to register your identities. But please remember that you are here as an inspection team. Although there are many spoiled brats who travel on public funds under this guise these days, we still need to do some disguising."

Feng Xue readily agreed to the task of managing the affairs. Customs procedures in those days were clearly not as standardized as in later generations, and the processing of identity documents was quick. However, upon reflection, it seemed the brokerage firm had likely put in some effort. As soon as they left the port, several Japanese men with local Uta accents approached and led them to a nearby inn. Initially, the cultivators were somewhat wary, as being alone abroad seemed dangerous at every turn. But as time passed and no other cultivators appeared, this made everyone…

They became more vigilant.

"Yuta City is the capital of Japan, their place of residence for the Heavenly Demons. Why can't we see a single cultivator here? Could there be some kind of ambush?"

The composed cultivator frowned. At this moment, however, he was already contemplating how to cover the retreat of the Japanese cultivators he might encounter on the street, in a way that would appear both elegant and decisive.

"It is indeed a bit unusual, but it shouldn't be aimed at us. Japan has a ninja culture, and if the target were really us, they would never make such a basic mistake."

The brokerage manager used his magic to transmit his message, but he also took out a jade talisman from his pocket, which turned out to be a magic treasure.

Despite Feng Xue's numerous magical treasures, for cultivators in this world, magical treasures are a luxury that is ultimately useless. Even if they were to create them, they would primarily focus on functionality.

The brokerage manager's magical artifact was no exception; accompanied by a barely perceptible magical glow, Feng Xue heard the sound of a small bell—

"Master, he's emitting electromagnetic waves. Should we analyze them?"

Although Feng Xue didn't think this manager would stoop to being a traitor, she still said:

"Is it possible to know the message he's conveying without affecting its original function?"

"Of course, those people in spy dramas who tap the phone, can't they hear it on the other end?" Mo Ying complained in Feng Xue's mind. Feng Xue then realized that she had asked a stupid question. But in the short time it took to interrupt, Xiao Lingdang had already deciphered the simple encryption of the brokerage manager.

Sure enough, he was overthinking things; the information from the brokerage manager was actually sent directly back to China.

"Tsk tsk, although the technology isn't quite there yet, the mystical side already has ultra-long-range teleportation? But the cost seems a bit too high."

Feng Xue was thinking to herself that before long, there was a response from the other side. This time, before Xiao Lingdang could even analyze it, the Chamber of Commerce manager said coldly:

"Many cities back home have been attacked by Japanese cultivators, and somehow they have gained the approval of the human spiritual energy. If our own Xuan cultivators take action, it will even be judged as karma, making it extremely costly to deal with them!"

"What?" The impatient young cultivator exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this, and the composed cultivator quickly restrained him, saying at the same time:
"Given that we haven't encountered a single cultivator here for so long, Japan has probably already mobilized its entire force. This is precisely our opportunity!"

“That’s right. You all should first set up the rituals and inform the Grandmasters. I also need to relay detailed intelligence back from here. Currently, only about a thousand Japanese cultivators have shown themselves, far from a full-scale attack. There must be many more lying in wait. If they plan to infiltrate the capital, that would be a serious matter!” Upon hearing this from the broker, the group immediately realized the trouble they were in. The composed cultivator even stated directly—

"Alright, you guys make the arrangements first, I'll go cause them some trouble and see if I can attract a group of Japanese cultivators back!"

"No, it's better if you set up the rituals here. I'm not very familiar with your rituals. Rather than having you, a technician, cause trouble, it's better to let me do it!"

(End of this chapter)