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Yao Ming and Zuo Dao stood silently behind their master. They were increasingly unable to see through the enigmatic figure before them. The casual toss of a Cultivation Method had stirred the Realm, which had been dormant for a hundred years, into unexpected fluctuations—this was entirely inconsistent with the reality of Moling Star.
Wasn't it true that no cultivator above the Nascent Soul stage emerged from Moling Star?
Weren't only those from sects and noble families qualified for advancement?
They had many questions they wanted to ask, but before they could voice them, their years of experience reminded them that as servants, they should accept their role.
Holding the Wudao Order, Zuo Dao pondered deeply. Some matters could not be changed by one's will. It seemed that the Mirror Realm was not omnipotent; this realization served as a reminder that everything still depended on strength.
Just like what had happened during the Celestial Gate War—if it hadn't been for the unexpected acquisition of these two super fighters behind him, the consequences would have been unimaginable. However, now that the event had passed, Zuo Dao chose not to dwell on it. There was something far more important to attend to.
"Damn it, I knew it would be like this. After finally embarking on an interstellar journey, we still have a long way to go," Zuo Dao sighed.
"Let's hit the road..."
"Ugh, ugh, ugh! Childish words, childish words. Let's go already! What are we waiting for? Haven't you ever seen such a handsome young master?" He glanced back at the two behind him.
"The road ahead is still long!"
The Drunken Old Man handed over the Wudao Order to him, entrusting Zuo Wang Peak's fate into his hands. He never expected that this token would carry such weight.
Looking at the Wudao Order lying in his Storage Ring, Zuo Dao felt utterly speechless. This item was actually a pass to high-level planets and the key to activate the Interstellar Teleportation Array.
It seemed that the Drunken Old Man had already arranged for six spots in the Immortal Sect's Grand Tournament; his five senior brothers and sisters would certainly be included. He just didn't know who the sixth person would be.
This Immortal Sect Grand Tournament was bound to be spectacular, right? The Great Guardian Sword had already been reserved by Yan Zhen, but knowing his senior brother's temperament, he would only claim it openly during the Grand Tournament.
However, that damned Teleportation Array was indeed quite far away—over one hundred thousand miles from the Immortal Sect and conveniently located to its west.
Did he really have to embark on an "otherworldly journey"? Looking at the two beside him and then at himself, he realized he could barely qualify as Tang Seng. As for Monkey King, Pigsy, and Sandy—they were nothing like his companions.
The Interstellar Teleportation Array is located in the Extreme West Land of Moling Star, a perilous place often haunted by fierce beasts and spirits. Coupled with its scarce resources, few Cultivators venture there, which is one reason the Teleportation Array was constructed in such a location.
The instantaneous movement of someone at the Nascent Soul Stage can cover kilometers—two miles, to be precise. This translates to a staggering fifty-four hundred times for a distance of one hundred thousand eight hundred miles. However, when Yao and Huo heard Zuo Dao's suggestion, they nearly spat out blood in disbelief.
The subsequent explanation made Zuo Dao realize that even instantaneous movement has its limitations. Given Yao Ming and Fire Rush's abilities, theoretically, they could perform a hundred instances of teleportation. However, in practice, using it fifty or sixty times would completely deplete their spiritual energy, and that’s without considering the costs involved.
Typically, when there’s nothing pressing, those Nascent Soul Ancestors refrain from using teleportation for travel—partly for the sake of their strength and partly to maintain their foundations. Even the best Spell can harm one’s body if overused.
Traveling with magical artifacts usually covers only hundreds of miles at most. Zuo Dao thought about it; since time wasn’t urgent, he might as well enjoy the journey and take his time exploring.
The Wudao Order contains a complete route map inscribed by the Drunken Old Man, but Zuo Dao felt something was off about it yet couldn’t pinpoint what. Every time he recalled the old man’s expression when handing it over to him, an unsettling chill ran down his spine.
The Grand Tournament would take three months, and with his senior brothers needing preparation time, Zuo Dao had more than half a year to reach the Extreme West Land. This timeframe was ample for him.
However, a more significant problem loomed before him. Everyone on Moling Star was searching for them. Although Zuo Dao wasn’t afraid of trouble, too much trouble could become bothersome. Under Zuo Dao's strong insistence, Yao Ming and Fire Rush reluctantly agreed to proceed discreetly.
When they emerged from the Great Mountains, the three had transformed completely—looking like three down-and-out Loose Cultivators who had just struck gold in the mountains.
At this point, Yao Ming and Fire Rush showed no signs of resistance. As soon as Zuo Dao produced the Change Location talisman, they shamelessly abandoned their previous resolve.
Yao and Fire Second Ancestor's Realm had been concealed to the Foundation Establishment Period while Zuo Dao remained at the Qi Refinement Stage. Such combinations were rare but still existed; after all, Loose Cultivators were human too and could have friends and family.
They exchanged all items that didn’t fit their current disguises for ordinary robes and each carried a storage bag at their waist. The robes were somewhat tattered; Fire Second Ancestor couldn’t fathom how Zuo Dao possessed such items or if he had anticipated this all along.
"My two friends, how should we address you now? We need to keep a low profile; we can’t just call you by your names in public," Zuo Dao remarked as they walked.
"If we shout out our names, all our efforts will be in vain."
"Call us whatever you like; after all, you’re our young master now," Fire Rush replied bluntly, with Yao Ming nodding in agreement.
Since these two had joined him, Zuo Dao realized he hadn’t gained any benefits but had instead given away much of his Cultivation Method. Looking at their current expressions made him feel like he was being gnawed at by a tiger’s teeth.
"From now on, you are the Left Grandmaster, and Old Fire is the Second Left."
"Why is he the Left Grandmaster while I'm just the Second Left?" Fire Rush exclaimed, clearly agitated.
"Are you my master, or am I yours? Who was it just now?" Zuo Dao replied without turning around.
"That's settled then."
Yao Ming shrugged at Fire Rush, who, in frustration, swept his hand across a large boulder in front of him, shattering it.
The three of them continued on their way and soon arrived at a city called Phoenix City.
"This seems to be the territory of Meteor Pavilion, right?" Zuo Dao recalled the influence map of Moling Star in his mind.
"Yes, young master. This is a city under Meteor Pavilion's jurisdiction," Fire Rush responded.
Standing before the city gate, Zuo Dao stroked his chin. What exactly did the Drunken Old Man want? The route provided was entirely within enemy territory.
As he pondered this, a loud voice came from behind them.
"Don't block the road if there's nothing going on. Just look at you loose cultivators; you won't see anything worthwhile."
Yao and Fire Second Ancestor had never been mocked like this before. Just as they were about to retaliate, Zuo Dao turned around and stopped them, pulling them aside while sending a message through thought.
"Calm down, calm down. Remember your current identity."
Zuo Dao didn't want to cause trouble; this was just the first stop. If they exposed themselves here, the rest of their journey would become troublesome.
"What are you looking at? Not convinced?"
On one side was the desire for peace, while on the other was an aggressive challenge.
Zuo Dao sized up the person who spoke.
"We're all Cultivators here, so what's the point? We've already made way for you; what more do you want?"
Although the Second Ancestor was now his Follower, it was still better for him to step in during certain situations.
"Cultivator? You think you deserve to talk to me about being a Cultivator?" The voice was arrogant, belonging to a young man in his twenties. His gear was decent, comparable to that of an Immortal Sect disciple, but it was still far inferior to the three of them. His cultivation level was passable, at the peak of Qi Refinement.
Zuo Dao knew that the more he engaged with such people, the more they would get riled up, so he simply pulled the Second Ancestor and prepared to leave.
"What? You think you can just walk away like this?"
At that moment, Tang Long looked at the three Loose Cultivators before him with great enthusiasm.
Having just been selected as an outer disciple of Meteor Pavilion, he wanted to show off in front of his friends while they were out enjoying themselves. However, they hadn't encountered anyone noteworthy until they stumbled upon these three Loose Cultivators on their way back to the city. He couldn't help but want to display his status in front of his friends.
"Alas," Zuo Dao sighed at that moment.
"Left Grandmaster, tell these flies to shut up."
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