g was amiss.Just as the cultivator surnamed Liu was flustered, a flagpole suddenly flew out of thin air and inserted itself into the formation. The trembling flag stabilized the formation immediately....Whether it's Lu Ye or Ying Wuji, they both have extremely high attainments in the way of concealment and formation. Although these cultivators from the secret realm are also quite good, they are far inferior to the two of them.
Until the two of them snuck into the formation and boarded the spirit boat, those people remained oblivious, still busy with their own tasks.
Considering Shadowless's inability to perceive its own existence, Lu Ye could only release a faint trace of his own aura, allowing it to follow him by sensing this thread.
The Spirit Boat has three levels. The topmost level is where the two guiding deities reside. The man and woman who came out of the upper chamber earlier lived there.
The middle and bottom layers are residences for other cultivators from the secret realms.
All three layers are not suitable for long-term concealment.
After boarding the spirit vessel, Lu Ye led Ying Wuji straight to the bottom of the ship's hold.
Those auras weren't very powerful either, they were mostly at the Lingxi realm level, and there were even many ordinary people.
Li Ye pondered for a moment and understood the situation.
Here, everyone should be chosen from various human settlements in the secret realm and brought here!
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Of course, the time frame is uncertain, it might take a long time.
With a thought in his heart, Lu Ye sheathed the Pianshan Blade and emerged from his concealed state.
When Ying Wuji saw this, he also dispelled his hidden state and met Lu Ye's gaze. They both tried their best to restrain their auras, then pushed the door open openly and walked in.
The bottom of the ship was a large dormitory, and it was already filled with many people. These people were selected from various strongholds. Whether they were ordinary people or cultivators, they all seemed extremely excited.
Entering the hidden realm means there are endless delicacies to enjoy and inexhaustible resources for cultivation.
Joining the secret realm means they can truly escape their past lives. Yuan Xiang is right, for people today, the secret realm is like a holy land!
As the door swung open, the boisterous din inside ceased abruptly, and all eyes turned to gaze upon them.
But after a short while, the confused murmurs rose again. People here thought they were cultivators in a secret realm, which is why they had been so quiet before. When they realized that they might also be newcomers who had been guided in, they were less cautious.
Ying Wuji quietly surveyed the surroundings. “There are quite a few people here,” he whispered, “and most of them are young.”
Not only that, but there are also many children.
From this perspective, the standard for selecting disciples in a hidden realm is not based on cultivation level or aptitude. The most important factor is age; younger individuals are more likely to be chosen.
Like them two, being here already counts as quite old.
However, it's also understandable that younger ages represent greater plasticity and are easier to teach. Perhaps this is the reason why the secret realm has such selection criteria.
Lu Ye closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, appearing to be cultivating his spirit. In reality, he was listening intently to the conversations around him, gathering information from them.
Some children are in low spirits because they miss their parents.
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Even the youngest children didn't cry. For they too knew that once outside the home, there was no one like their parents to coddle and comfort them. From now on, whether they soared to great heights or fell into obscurity,
Life is unpredictable, so you need to rely on yourself to make things happen.
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Yingwuji stood up and walked out.
Moments later, the mysterious figure returned and handed Lu Ye a ragged set of clothes: “Change.”
In the entire compartment, with hundreds of people, these two stood out. It wasn't just their age, but also their attire.
The two of them weren't dressed brightly. After all, one was a cultivator of the military and the other a ghost cultivator. As cultivators who pursued their cultivation, they didn't pay much attention to their clothing.
Compared to the plain clothes of those around him, even at first glance, his attire seemed somewhat out of place.
Ying Wuji noticed this and went to find someone with a similar build to him and Lu Ye, changing into two sets of clothes.
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"Shen brother!"
"Hmm!"
Shen Changqing was walking on the road. When he met acquaintances, they would greet each other or nod their heads.
Regardless of who it is.
Each person's face was devoid of any extra expression, as if they were indifferent to everything.
This is in response to that.
Shen Changqing had become accustomed to this.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization responsible for maintaining stability in the Qin Dynasty. Its primary duty is to eliminate demons, ghosts, and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
You can say.
In the Demon Suppression Division, every single person had blood on their hands.
When a person is accustomed to life and death, then to many things, they will become indifferent.
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When Shen Changqing first arrived in this world, he was a bit uncomfortable. But after a long time, he got used to it.
The Demon Suppression Department is very large.
Those who can remain in the Demon Suppressing Bureau are either powerful masters or individuals with the potential to become masters.
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