Ti whizzed by, and ng Yu had accumulated over a year's worth of experiences from his two forays into the small world of Wu Country.
Qingfeng Fortress had beco Qingfeng Gate, and it established good relations with the surrounding areas, while his people ran around purchasing spirit stones for ng Yu.
There were so issues encountered along the way, including conflicts within Jianghu, local extortion, and revenge-seeking individuals, among others… But, these were all trivial matters, weren't they?
There was no need for ng Yu to personally intervene; Liu Qingshuang, Wang Fugui, and others effortlessly solved all the problems. And those unresolved… well, sorry, but this is a minor Sect called Qingfeng Gate, hundreds of miles from the provincial capital, where the big boss is willing to spend money and is said to be an Innate Expert. How could there be too many troubles here?
ng Yu was hunkering down here, quietly engaged in alchemy, studying formations, cultivating the Shaoyang Mysterious Skill, and a martial skill called 'Borrowing Force to Strike.'
This was the cultivation technique he had prepared for himself after eting Zhao Yuxuan, a martial skill hardly noticed within the Immortal Sect, as opposed to a cultivation technique.
Flowers withered and blood again, swallows flew away and returned; spring had arrived once more in Great Wu, an era brimming with life and vigor.
Then, ng Yu once again returned to the Immortal Sect.
Calm as water, quiet as a fox.
…
In the Immortal Sect, only two months had passed.
"Regarding the governance of native planets, the Immortal Sect… Well, students, let us not talk about the principles found in books. Let's put it in simple terms, it's about winning over the locals with an exceedingly abundant material civilization.
All those so-called strategies and tactics, ultimately, they're no match for the sufficiency of supplies. If you can't even compare to that, it just ans you don't have enough resources."
This was a network classroom on the Supre Star of the Immortal Sect, twenty-three students, one teacher.
They were graduates of a certain university who would serve in a Minor World after graduation. The Minor World they would be heading to was a native star; their role was to act as local officials, to face all kinds of problems, and to solve various issues. As for other matters… ng Yu didn't concern himself; he was just there to audit the course.
As for the courses that taught about Divine Skill Secret Manuals, firstly, ng Yu did not have enough points; secondly, many divine techniques required various resources that he couldn't afford; and thirdly, he was firm in his chosen path. For the current stage, he was focused on perfecting the Borrowing Force to Strike technique, a thod of dissipating and relocating force.
In his daily life, ng Yu took advice, refrained from the leisure of pet-keeping, and learned what seed to the public an insignificant communal course—such as how to farm, how to establish achievents in the Minor World, and so on.
Civilization is not always advancing forward. Many Minor World civilizations, facing disasters, invasions of fiends, or spatial storms, confront setbacks and may even regress to feudal or even slave societies. In these scenarios, it's necessary for the Immortal Sect to intervene and rescue.
The students listened carefully; ng Yu occasionally asked questions. When the class concluded, he also left this semi-virtual space.
He did not socialize, nor did he inquire about extraneous matters, and his days passed in unparalleled leisure that sparked imnse envy.
He refused the overtures of the Zhao Family as if it were a common occurrence.
But, how could such a matter be settled so simply?
If you're not accepting our overtures, let's just conduct business formally then.
For instance, this month ng Yu received three business trip assignnts: one ordinary assignnt and two risk-free, well-compensated inspection trips to a Minor World.
Coming and going, it all added up to twenty-four days; isn't that great?
But, for a cultivator, this was a complete waste of ti!
At the sa ti, access to certain resources that ng Yu could contact was revoked. No reason was given, but according to regulations, they were in the right. You are an external personnel; previously, we provided benefits out of goodwill, and now we revoke them. You should reflect on what you did wrong.
Last last month was the sa.
As for this, ng Yu didn't have a strong reaction, nor did he seek solace in others, wearing a calm expression, he just made sure to check the Immortal Sect's mission list every day, to see if there were any red missions suitable for him.
He had already completed one red mission, so it would be best to complete the second one as well, to prevent so people from truly being shaless.
At that mont, his wristwatch received a mission invitation, a familiar na had written him a letter, it was a red mission, and if he was willing to partake, the other party was inviting him to join.
"Thank you, thank you so much," he said.
Although he didn't know how the other person found out that he wanted to complete a red mission as soon as possible, this really was a great help.
"Alright, when the ti cos, just don't find too ugly," he replied.
Ah, she still held a grudge against him, which wasn't good.
ng Yu quickly replied with two ssages of apology, along with a pleading cat emoticon asking for sponsorship.
Red missions are not necessarily dangerous missions; sotis, they can also be symbolic missions of honor.
In Changdong Minor World, an anomaly in spiritual energy or a biohazard crisis had occurred, and now the entire planet was engulfed in despair.
Similar to the Feiyun Minor World, as a first-grade planet, only cultivators below the Foundation Establishnt level could enter. It served as a model planet and had always dutifully paid two percent of its taxes to the Immortal Sect each year. The Immortal Sect was preparing to launch a rescue operation, sending starships to evacuate the people of this planet.
But for the transport starships to arrive, it would take at least four months, and with countless dying every day, they couldn't hold out that long. Hence, a small-scale rescue operation began.
The operation was headed by Penglai University.
They would use the laws agreed upon between the Immortal Sect and the planet, to teleport to Changdong Star, located nearly a million light-years from the Immortal Sect, deploying a total of a thousand people in a perilous rescue mission, with an estimated mortality rate of three percent, and an eighty-two percent chance of mission success.
ng Yu's application was approved, and as a representative of the Enforcent Hall, he would oversee the actions of Penglai University during the operation, ensuring no violations occurred, as well as assisting in the completion of the operation.
Thus, ng Yu arrived at a location on Supre Star.
"Ah, Sister Zhuge, hello, thank you!"
The one who invited ng Yu was none other than the broccoli... ah no, Zhuge Caihua, whom he had beheaded.
The man's attentive smile and expression of gratitude reminded her of the past, how he used to smile just like that, like a bootlicker. Of course, she also rembered the ti in high school competitions when, full of good intentions and without any guard, she went to diate conflicts and was rcilessly beheaded by this bad boy, ng Yu!
Afterwards, she even reviewed the footage carefully to see if there was any hint of tears as he swung his sword, only to find out that he killed her as if she were a chicken, showing no regret, no rcy, and not even a trace of happiness or excitent!
Just like killing a chicken!
However, she still smiled, prioritizing the greater good and the importance of making friends. No matter what, having ng Yu participate in this operation was really too wonderful.
"May Sister Zhuge be as beautiful as a flower, and live as long as the heavens!"
ng Yu took a selfie with Zhuge Caihua and posted it in the college entrance examination group 10008.
Thanking the third-ranked Sister Zhuge for stepping in to pull strings, so grateful!
Thanks again!
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