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The toll booth employees had transformed into all sorts of monsters, the gas stations had turned into gaping maws, and the trees by the roadside would leap up to chase people away. Even the small streams would spout forth sea demons…
Fang Lin Kong had suffered greatly under the illusions cast by the Six-Eyed Celestial Wolf.
The heavy truck, abandoned by its true owner, had barely driven a short distance before it was wrecked in a recent conflict at a gas station. If Fang Lin Kong had been even slightly more violent in his mindset, he would have been deceived by the Six-Eyed Celestial Wolf's illusions and unleashed a massacre on the innocent personnel at the gas station. Despite his best efforts to remain calm, he found himself dazedly steering the truck toward the Fuel Depot, only breaking free from the illusion at the last moment to jump out and escape.
Although there were no casualties that time, the economic losses were incalculable. Overwhelmed with guilt, Fang Lin Kong's mind was in turmoil. By the time he finally entered the city after enduring countless hardships, a sense of nostalgia washed over him, reminiscent of 1949. He exhaled deeply; in this densely populated area, his courage began to grow once more.
Upon entering this unfamiliar city, Fang Lin Kong indeed found himself no longer pursued by any strange creatures. Feeling that being among the crowd was a form of safety, he remained oblivious to the gray gaze that had not left his back.
If one were to ask what is most needed in an unfamiliar city, anyone with a bit of social experience would tell you that the top three essentials are money, identification, and a job. Of course, those who have not been influenced by socialist practices might respond with notions like organizational warmth or comradeship among friends and relatives.
The towering buildings of the city resembled a cold concrete forest. Each day, they swallowed thousands of people whole, yet few left their mark within the city. Each person's efforts could easily be swept away like a fleeting wave in the monstrous rules of urban life; everything felt as insubstantial as clouds—impossible to grasp.
Fang Lin Kong had money but lacked identification. Thus, seeking a safe place to rest and sleep soundly, he had only one option—bathhouses! Hotels required proper identification, and while some small inns were more lenient, their conditions were simply too poor.
When Fang Lin Kong generously tipped and stepped into the most luxurious establishment in the city—Yugong—his mood significantly improved. Ding Chifeng had already arranged for him an international visa card, allowing him to pay with ease and flaunt his noble status. As he indulged himself without hesitation, spending twelve thousand for one night was indeed extraordinary. After enjoying a comfortable bath and massage, Fang Lin Kong decisively declined any additional services and slept straight through until the afternoon of the next day.
After regaining his energy, Fang Lin Kong leisurely left this vibrant public space. Realizing he didn’t have much cash left on him, he planned to find a bank to withdraw some money for a plane ticket home. Although his geography wasn’t great, after some inquiries, he learned that this city was about a thousand kilometers away from his home. If no further troubles arose, he would only need to wait patiently for a few hours before stepping onto familiar soil.
However, fate rarely aligns with one's wishes!
In every city, the best entertainment venues are, of course, built in the most prosperous areas. Yet, the most bustling part of a city is also where darkness and unimaginable evils can arise. Just moments ago, Fang Lin Kong had left the Luxurious Yu Palace without noticing that on the top floor of a nearby high-end office building, more than ten pairs of eyes were watching him.
"This human is incredibly powerful; he just entered this city yesterday. I wonder which faction he belongs to and what his intentions are. What do you all think?"
Around a wide conference table sat seven or eight well-dressed individuals, each clad in designer attire. To an outsider unaware of the truth, it would seem like a high-level business meeting was taking place. In reality, this was the highest decision-making body of the dark forces in this modern metropolis. As the dark rulers of the city, they were discussing a matter of great importance.
—Should we join the International Demon Alliance?—
The man speaking had a flushed complexion. Although his outfit cost tens of thousands of yuan, his demeanor was as simple as that of a farmer who had just put down his hoe. His speech even carried a hint of ancient Minnan dialect.
As soon as he finished speaking, a calm man seated in the center waved his hand lightly. A female secretary in her late twenties immediately handed him a document.
Taking the document, the composed man said, "Old Huo! No need to rush. I happen to have some information that will clarify your doubts."
Unlike the Chifeng Legion, the monsters in this city had not formed a solid organization but rather an alliance made up of several powerful beings. Also different from Ding Chifeng's approach of fortifying their home and gradually building strength, these monsters mostly embraced more modern ideas and were willing to connect with international demon forces.
The leader of this rather loose alliance was none other than the most successful monster in the city: a human named Lin Ming-Tang. He held the document handed to him by his subordinate and read softly, "Fang Lin Kong, male, human! The protagonist of the Gouli Heaven's Tome incident months ago. He gained some power from interacting with Gouli Heaven's Tome and has been trained by Oren Vikin from the Demon Hunting Team. He has close ties with the largest monster faction in Northeast—Chifeng Legion."
In this city, Lin Ming-Tang had already established himself as a significant bureaucrat; finding information on Fang Lin Kong was not difficult.
However, as he looked over the document, he couldn't help but smile wryly and say, "Interestingly enough, according to this data, his power isn't remarkable at all; his Spiritual Energy Index is only around two or three hundred. This is completely different from what we observed earlier. The spiritual energy meter indicated that his Spiritual Energy Index was nearing five thousand..."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expressions turned quite peculiar.
The cultivation of youkai relies on nearly endless training and the passage of time to deepen their powers. However, once they reach a certain level, even youkai cannot endlessly enhance their abilities; they often hit a plateau. As a result, their power growth slows down significantly, or even comes to a standstill.
Youkai with power levels between two to three hundred and seven to eight hundred are already considered quite strong. Among those present, most are extremely powerful, yet the majority hover around one thousand, with only two or three individuals breaking through that barrier. The strongest among them, Old Huo, has a power level of just around one thousand three, despite having undergone five thousand years of arduous training. Fang Lin Kong's rapid growth in ability has surpassed their expectations.
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