Then all my cultivation as an immortal has been for nothing?

Chapter 39 "This must have been done by a demonic cultivator!"

Mr. Bai: "In that case, let's go. Ah Ren, drive my car..."

Leader Liu raised his hand to interrupt: "No need, we've already driven over, and we still have plenty of electricity. We can find any doctor we want."

Mr. Bai smiled slightly: "Alright, then let Alliance Leader Liu choose the location, and I'll go along to witness it. After a successful resurrection, we can clear our names, and the New Alliance will be willing to help you all lay low for a while."

Leader Liu: "And then take the opportunity to seize the film market business, right?"

"Of course not. We're just investing. You need some members who are capable of fighting in the real world, right?"

Leader Liu sneered: "What's the use of combat power? What level of squad can you defeat in the company? Or can you withstand an air attack by a large drone?"

Mr. Bai: "Of course it's impossible to fight against those. They're like natural disasters; if you're unlucky enough to attract them, you can only accept your fate. But... there's an old crosstalk routine, I don't know if Mr. Liu has heard it, there's a line in it: 'The more dangerous the place, the more you need to guard against thieves.'"

"The righteous path has many restrictions, and for the sake of their Dao heart, they will not easily commit acts of killing. Demonic cultivators are different. In the vast territory of Yangcheng, far more demonic cultivators have died at the hands of demonic cultivators than at the hands of righteous cultivators."

"Alliance Leader Liu should understand this principle as well, right?"

Leader Liu shut his mouth. In fact, several months ago, demonic cultivators had already begun to infiltrate the unconscious space of the group holding the film market, intercepting and killing those cultivators who had not yet found the location of the film market.

Leader Liu organized several hunts, but the enemy escaped each time.

The advantage of the Micro-Light Alliance lies in the dream world; in the real world, if they encounter a demonic cultivator with malicious intentions, they can only accept their fate.

However, the New Alliance is not trustworthy either; they are also demonic cultivators who spend their days thinking about turning others into their own cultivation.

Leader Liu: "I've changed my mind. You don't need to come along. We'll revive the people ourselves! If it wasn't you who did it, I'll send the thank-you gift over via express delivery."

Mr. Bai spread his hands: "I thought we had established a preliminary mutual trust. Since Leader Liu is so wary, we can only wait until next time."

"Remember, the idea of ​​the film market is excellent, and we'd like to get involved too. Unfortunately, recruiting cultivators with Dream Walker abilities is a matter of luck. That's why the Grand Hall has always wanted to recruit you all."

"Ding Sheng Tea House is right here. Our doors are always open, and we welcome everyone to come and have tea at any time."

As he spoke, Mr. Bai imitated the Hongmen's etiquette from the movie and bowed.

Leader Liu had no interest in playing this Hongmen role-playing game with them, so he stood up and left.

After the two left, Mr. Bai made a gesture, and his underling, who had been hiding nearby using his invisibility powers, appeared and leaned in to listen.

"Check to see if anyone with experience in handling firearms has entered the country; they might be overseas Chinese."

Younger brother: "Why not start with supernatural powers?"

"Idiot, it's so hard to find people with firearms experience in China. Most soldiers who cultivate immortality follow the righteous path. The only ones who would kill scattered demonic cultivators like this are newly arrived cultivators."

“Following the gun trail, we’ll find the person quickly. These dream walkers aren’t smart enough to think of this.”

The younger brother said with admiration, "Mr. Bai is truly clever."

Mr. Bai continued, "Also, that geomancer, I remember his skill level was average. The air shield he made could actually last for a second. The assassin definitely didn't use a long gun that fires medium-powered bullets."

"It's probably a weapon like the UZI with a high rate of fire; investigate in that direction."

"Finally, tell Da Guan about this. Perhaps Da Guan can get some clues from Mr. Qin."

"Yes."

Mr. Bai waved his hand, and his underling disappeared without a sound.

At this moment, the lobby manager, Ah Ren, opened the door and came in: "These people are really funny. They actually thought they could attract the company dogs by releasing their spiritual energy. They don't even think about why we are allowed to open a teahouse right under the company's nose."

Mr. Bai placed the teacup on the table, not too lightly, not too heavily, but just loud enough to interrupt Ah Ren's words.

Mr. Bai: "What are you talking about? They're releasing their spiritual energy here, and we can only be wiped out. Do you really think we're anything to Mr. Qin?"

Ah Ren quickly bowed and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bai, I was too talkative."

"Speak less, observe more, and think more," Mr. Bai said, waving his hand.

Ah Ren hurriedly left the private room, closing the door behind him.

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Three hours later, somewhere in the urban-rural fringe area of ​​Yangcheng and Wancheng.

Looking at the corpses brought over by Alliance Leader Liu and Mr. Yu, Physician Lin asked suspiciously, "There are no external injuries. May I ask how he died? I'm warning you, if he was refined, even just a little bit, there is a great danger in bringing him back to life."

"That's why the company disguised all the suspected victims of being refined as having died in an accident."

Alliance Leader Liu: "We know." "Knowing that you didn't bring a single person with fighting ability? We have a doctor, a dream walker, and a naturalist here. What if we resurrect a monster and it can only serve as its lunch..." Doctor Lin glanced at the wall clock and corrected himself, "...as afternoon tea!"

Alliance Leader Liu: "We just want to know whether he was refined or killed by righteous cultivators using conventional methods."

Physician Lin calculated for a moment and said, "Alright, not six hours have passed yet, we can investigate. I've already said, just take a look, no resurrection."

Alliance Leader Liu: "What if it wasn't refined...?"

"If that's your plan, then go and bring someone who can take down the monster, otherwise forget about it," Doctor Lin waved his hand.

Mr. Yu felt he couldn't just stand by and watch, so he interjected, "If a monster really appears, the company's field team will come. We don't need to worry."

Physician Lin was stunned: "Huh, you're right. Then let's quit and get out of here!"

Leader Liu and Mr. Yu looked at Physician Lin with pity.

It seems that Lin Langzhong's intelligence has been affected by practicing demonic arts. Generally, such a decline in intelligence is a precursor to going astray in cultivation.

Yes, this is one of the reasons why demonic cultivators can't defeat the righteous path.

Aside from those with serious personality flaws, normal people, as long as they can break through and their Dao heart isn't rotten, wouldn't want to become demonic cultivators.

The fact that demonic cultivators are now as numerous as weeds, endless in number, demonstrates the arduousness of the path of cultivation.

Alliance Leader Liu: "We just agreed that we would only conduct a preliminary investigation and then leave. We just want to know whether Brother Li Le was corrupted by demonic cultivation or killed by the righteous path."

Physician Lin: "Just for probing? Fine, then come and help me set up the altar and perform the ritual! Come and carry this guy up to the altar."

For the next thirty minutes, Physician Lin shook the soul-summoning bell in one hand and held a peach wood sword with talismans inserted in the other, swaying his head as he circled around Li Le's corpse.

Finally, he stopped and looked at Alliance Leader Liu and Mr. Yu: "Not a single trace of his soul was left. The demonic cultivator who refined him was extremely skilled and completely devoured him."

Alliance Leader Liu frowned: "Could you estimate that demonic cultivator's cultivation level?"

"It's hard to estimate. I'm a doctor, not a celestial master. You should find a celestial master to do a divination. By the way, do you still want this corpse? If not, I can help you dispose of it. We happen to be short of a few medicinal herbs."

Leader Liu: "Alright, then I'll trouble you to handle it."

As he turned to leave, Physician Lin stabbed him in the back with a peach wood sword: "Don't go! You haven't paid yet! How can one corpse be enough?"

"Okay, this is the payment."

Doctor Lin nodded: "That's more like it. Be more self-aware! WeChat or Alipay?"

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After a while, Leader Liu and Mr. Yu climbed into the car one on each side and sat inside without saying a word.

Finally, Mr. Yu spoke up: "I don't understand. Wouldn't it have been better for such a powerful being to simply grab Xiao Li and refine him instantly? How could the ring I made possibly block the Nine Yin White Bone Claw of such a powerful being?"

Mr. Yu is already arranging moves for the powerful cultivator.

Alliance Leader Liu's face turned ashen: "That's not the issue. Think about where Little Li was refined?"

"Huh? Isn't this a dream?"

Mr. Yu fell silent halfway through his sentence.

Ordinary people who are refined in a dream will be left with remnants of their souls, continuing to live in a daze. Cultivators who are refined in a dream will die instantly, but some remnants will remain.

After all, it was just a dream.

To be able to completely refine a person in a dream, that's no simple feat for a powerful being.

In reality, only a Foundation Establishment cultivator could "eat" so thoroughly. To eat so thoroughly in a dream, one must be at least a Golden Core cultivator or higher.

After a long pause, Alliance Leader Liu continued, "This is a bit strange. Why would such a powerful being target us? We are just insignificant ants; even if he refines us, he won't gain much cultivation. He should be refining the cadres of the New Alliance."

"Thinking about it now, the powerful being must have been watching us for a long time. The one wielding the gun in the dream was probably his disciple. We almost surrounded his disciple, so he came to teach us a lesson."

After Liu finished speaking, the two fell silent again.

As if echoing their feelings, a sudden downpour began—this is actually quite common in the summer in eastern Guangdong. It usually lasts for half an hour, and while it's raining, it feels like the sky is about to collapse. Half an hour later, the rain stops and the sky clears up, with not a single cloud in the sky.

Suddenly, Liu, the leader of the alliance, tapped the car's infotainment system: "Let's go! Go find Xinhelian. Maybe they have some connections and can apologize to that big shot."

(End of this chapter)