MTLNOVEL Chapter 316 The Immortal Sect is also the Demon Gate
On this day, Meng Yu didn't meet with anyone, as it was his day off. After fighting for thirty days, he was exhausted to the extreme, so, even if the sky were to fall outside, he simply couldn't be bothered to care.
And outside, the sky did indeed come crashing down.
The Blood God Empire was a deeply fragmented world where Immortals resided high above the clouds, pulling the strings to prevent the whole civilization from plummeting down.
To give a small example, the usage range of a Storage Bag was from one thousand to ten thousand times. In the hands of a Cultivator, it was merely a storage device, but for a colonial planet, it was absolutely a Divine Artifact for pioneering: transportation, technology, space stations... all of such things needed it, otherwise, one would have to spend tenfold, a hundredfold, or even an incalculable amount of resources.
But for a Cultivator, even if he ruled over a planet, what use were the money and resources to him?
Without Spirit Stones, Spirit Veins exist on other planets too, so why waste time in a remote place?
Upon becoming a Qi Refinement Practitioner, one could already control one's body and inner demons. Lower desires could not satisfy oneself. What everyone desired most was to continue to strengthen and ascend in rank.
However, this was a resource-poor star system. Spiritual Objects and Spirit Stones were too scarce, and the primary assurance needed to be for the Empire's use. The resources that trickled down to the market were so few that they were like those wealthy individuals on Azure Star who, even if they spent all they had, couldn't buy a Health Elixir or an Elixir of Longevity (once Cultivation reached the Golden Core, many lower-grade items became completely useless).
Many Cultivators lived a tedious yet diligent life like the wealthy tycoons on Azure Star, unable to obtain the treasures their hearts yearned for. Many preferred to stay in a geomantic treasure land like Ceres rather than return to their own planets.
But today, Xiao Jun had put forward a procurement plan.
However, this was not just a simple procurement plan, but a proposal for cooperation.
A door leading to glory, brilliance, and a world paved with Spirit Stones was slowly opening to the Cultivators of the Blood God Sect.
The next day, Meng Yu met the first Golden Core who had issued a challenge.
This was a middle-aged Golden Core, his face etched with the marks of life's trials, full of stories. Meng Yu received him with all courtesy and apologetically informed him that all sparring was canceled from today onwards. They would just sit and chat over tea for an hour.
The Third Grade Protective Formation was fully activated, he wore two additional defensive Magical Treasures, and a Treasure Sword ready to be unsheathed at any moment. Today, Meng Yu was far more cautious than before.
He had to ensure that even a High Stage Golden Core couldn't kill him instantly!
The previous sparring had showcased his combat abilities and help improve his own strength, as well as aid in assimilating the effects of the Blood Pool of Ten Thousand Spirits. It was only a means, not an end.
Now, its cancellation was for the sake of Meng Yu's personal safety.
When Meng Yu announced his debt for a divine artifact, it was tantamount to declaring his identity. He would face many dangers, and maybe someone would not hesitate to pay a price to take him down.
And sparring was undoubtedly an opportunity for a slip-up.
The middle-aged Golden Core expressed understanding. Xiao Jun had already notified everyone who was queued up about this matter the day before. However, he was also happy to share his life story with a younger person.
His entire life.
This year he was two hundred and ninety-one years old, with one hundred and three years since his Golden Pill of Achievement. He was now the leader of a legion, with millions of warriors under him, fighting on a planet against the enemy.
He recounted the scenes of leading his troops into battle with the enemy and the front-line army's longing for more Cultivators.
Fighting wasn't even the main duty of the Cultivators, healing, intelligence, guidance, logistics...
In this era where computing power was locked, countless technologies had come to a standstill, including all kinds of equipment that could be used on Ceres but were hard to deploy on the front lines—you could transport better weapons by skimping on the limit of computing power, and high-tech products with built-in chips could help the warriors aim, fly, heal, smith, but the enemy would happily bring along a bunch of chips as well, assisting to breach your computing limits, then Electronic Ghosts, death viruses, and other horrors would manifest, causing even greater tragedies.
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He spoke of the horror of the Evil God, where conquest of a planet often led to the loss of billions of people. He talked about the fervor of the legion, saying he was proud to be the sword of the Empire.
The two had a great conversation, and he told Meng Yu that he would be leaving Ceres the day after tomorrow, hoping they could meet again someday.
His legion's style was not good, and he was known for his cruelty and roughness, but he was rarely criticized because the previous legion leader had died in battle ten years ago, and the Golden Core before that had died eighteen years prior.
On the terrifying battlefield, a Golden Core was merely a more valuable pawn.
The first visitor left a deep impression on Meng Yu, and he didn't speak superfluously, neither crying poor nor seeking sponsorship.
A man's resolve is as firm as steel to his death, patching the rift in the sky.
The second visitor was a refined Golden Core, more like a historian. He had written many books and just happened to be able to fill in the historical gaps of which Meng Yu was unaware.
Humanity, in this universe, no, in this star system, survived thanks to sheer quantity.
Humans were a peculiar species; as long as the environment was not too harsh, they would thrive and multiply like seeds, creating many miracles.
As long as they survived.