Qin Ye tapped on the headboard thoughtfully.
The SRC's approach is clearly unscientific. This is obviously an alloy egg that I can't drill into no matter how hard I try … Hang on!
Who can drill into it?!
What alloy egg?!
What the hell am I thinking?
"So I have no choice but to settle for the next best thing … Furthermore, I still have to look for Su Feng to take a look at the blueprints of the First Academy of Cultivators, and see how deep I have to dig … I remember taking a six-story elevator back then.
In other words, the First Academy of Cultivators would be in danger if they were to dig deeper … "
Arthis muttered, "There's no hurry. Let's wait and see … It's still a long time before the City of Salvation falls. You still have plenty of time to prepare.
Are you really willing to let go of the Exalted Father just like that? "
Qin Ye shook his head.
Yes.
But he couldn't.
Arthis sighed, "If it really doesn't work … we'll just have to make do with Cao Youdao's lair … There aren't many people in Insignia Province, and it's impossible for anyone to be searching for him.
Both of your questions earlier are good.
You've hit the nail on the head.
That said, I still have to remind you that once the entrance to Hell has been chosen, it cannot be changed.
Otherwise, why do you think Fengdu Necropolis has existed for thousands of years?
Has Hell never considered shifting its location? "
Qin Ye clicked his tongue.
Then, he covered himself with a blanket, "We'll see."
After that, he rested well for the next few days.
Too many things had happened recently, and he felt like a tightly wound spring. It was time to loosen up a little.
Over the next few days, he spoke to Zhang Baoguo on the phone. Teemo's incident was still brewing, and he wasn't prepared to head over right away. However, he did promise Zhang Baoguo that he would head over for dinner during the new year.
As for the changes in the City of Salvation … there weren't many changes from before the martial law was imposed.
Those who didn't know about the bloody night in the City of Salvation would never know about it. The only ones who were worried were the higher-ups.
The ordinary citizens continued to live their own lives.
On the third day, the City of Salvation returned to order. That said, there were some things that were no longer hidden.
On the sixth day, all the hospitals added new equipment and opened a new clinic - the Cultivation Aptitude Appraisal Clinic.
The funerary street that used to be frequented by very few people also had a slight increase in traffic. However, most of the people were concentrated on a newly planned street next to the funerary street - Taiji Street.
Now that every order was directly announced, every citizen understood what this place was for.
This was a place where all the orthodoxies and sects exchanged cultivation resources!
The shops that used to be there were all empty, and the merchants that entered were all selling peach wood swords, talismans, and some antiques that the citizens had only seen on TV.
As for the number of visitors, it went from being sparsely attended at the beginning to soaring after a few days. On the last day of the week, many monks and Taoist priests could be seen walking in openly.
That was how the people of Hua Nation were. Their expectations were actually very low. As long as they could satisfy their needs, they would tolerate even more.
Every day, the City of Salvation would issue a new order. The internet had yet to be restored, and it was clearly stated that it wouldn't be restored. Instead, a new news system would be introduced to ensure that the City of Salvation would be able to maintain its connection to the world, and that some of the banned terms and phrases in the City of Salvation would not be able to be typed out.
The school had begun to prepare for a new subject, the Cultivation Research Course. After the Teacher Qualification Examination was completed next year, it would be implemented in every kindergarten, preschool, elementary school, high school, and even the First Academy of Cultivators. The first batch of students would be recruited after the university's winter break.
The government was the first to implement the system of cultivation. On the third day, the Special Investigations Department officially moved from underground to aboveground, taking over most of the projects related to the supernatural, and even suspending most of the departments that were in contact with the outside world.
News of such matters flowed into Qin Ye's ears every day. He simply held onto Wang Chenghao's card and happily swiped through his computer. He didn't pay much attention to the outside world.
The term 'cultivation' was slowly gaining popularity in the City of Salvation.
On the seventh day, he woke up early in the morning.
It was already 7.30 a.m. by the time he was done washing up, eating, and finishing everything.
Last night, he was pulled into a small group called 'First Academy of Cultivators Class of 2018'. The only requirement of the group was to use one's real name.
He took a quick look at the group. Hah, there were quite a few people.
Not only were there many familiar faces, but he also saw a few scum of the underworld, such as Lin Han, Li Runxue, and the others.
There was even Zhang Chenghai, who had once treated him to breakfast.
There were also a few particularly thorny names.
"Honorary Head of Faculty: Zhou Xianlong." "Honorary Head of Faculty: Chang Shun."
Qin Ye did a quick count. There were only two hundred people in the group. Compared to other universities, even if they were branch campuses, each university had at least several thousand teaching staff.
Qin Ye didn't utter a single word of nonsense for the entire night. Instead, he chatted enthusiastically in the Socialist Successors Group next door.
He only switched off his phone and went to bed at midnight.
He changed into his casual clothes, hailed a cab, and made his way straight to Insignia University.
"The First Academy of Cultivators?"
The driver was especially talkative. His eyes gleamed brightly as soon as he heard Qin Ye's address, "Little brother, what's it like there?
Is the treatment there particularly good? "
Qin Ye: "......."
"I've heard that those who are qualified will have excellent conditions in the future. I wonder if my son has the qualifications. Hey … little brother, can you tell me about it?
I'll give you a free bill? "" Oh … that's right. I was wondering why you looked so familiar. Aren't you that … that's right!
Teemo! "" Are you an ethnic minority?
My son was the one who told me your name. "" Are there any special policies for ethnic minorities to join the Special Investigations Department? "
What the hell are you talking about, Teemo?!
What the hell are you talking about?!
Qin Ye remained silent and aloof to the end. The mere mention of the name 'Teemo' gave him a headache. Under the resentful gaze of the driver, Qin Ye got out of the car and stood at the entrance of Insignia University.
Insignia University had undergone some changes as well.
The label of Insignia University had been removed, and the words' First Academy of Cultivators' were now engraved in silver and iron letters.
The campus hadn't changed much. That said, the usual throngs of students were nowhere to be seen. The OFO, Mobai, Little Green, Little Blue, and Little Red had all been cleared out. Even the canteen had been replaced with an antique interior. Qin Ye wondered how they'd managed to do all of this in just seven days.
It was a little deserted.
It was already 8.30 p.m. by the time Qin Ye arrived at the lecture hall. The faculty meeting was scheduled to begin at 9.00 p.m., and quite a few people had already arrived.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance, he heard a booming voice, "Hey, Teemo!
Over here! "
I'll give you a flying kick as soon as I get up!
Qin Ye didn't even need to look to know that Lin Han was waving at him with a silly smile on his face. Qin Ye rolled his eyes at him and chose a seat nearby.
"Hello, Mr Ti."
Seated next to him was a man in his forties. He looked refined, and he wore a pair of thick glasses and a Chinese tunic suit. Yet, the Yin energy emanating from his body was no weaker than Qin Ye's.
He smiled faintly and extended his hand, "My name is Zhao Hailong.
I'm just a rogue cultivator. I look forward to your guidance. "
Qin Ye felt as though he were about to vomit blood - What the hell is Mr Ti?!
I can't hide from this anymore, can I?!
Qin Ye gritted his teeth and shook hands with the man, "Hello, I'm S9527, Qin Ye."
S … The middle-aged man was visibly taken aback, but he soon furrowed his brows.
That's not right … I've heard quite a few people calling him Teemo the other day. It's understandable that it's only a minority surname … Have I really made a mistake?
Why does it seem like he's particularly bothered by it?
Everyone in the lecture hall was chatting with one another. Such a large-scale gathering was unprecedented in the world of cultivation. Those who had reached the Soul Hunter realm knew that it was useless to build a cart behind closed doors. The only way to improve was to learn from each other's strengths.
"Silence." 9.00 a.m. sharp.
A voice filled with true energy echoed through the hall, and the entire hall fell silent.
Two figures stood up from the front row and walked over to the podium.
One of them was an old man with a head full of white hair. He wore a black button-down robe embroidered with intricate patterns.
His appearance was incredibly ordinary.
The other man appeared to be in his sixties. He was skinny and had a long white beard. He looked like a sage.
He wore a long white robe embroidered with verdant bamboos and green mountains. It was a rather imposing sight.
However, Qin Ye didn't underestimate them in the slightest.
Both of these old men were unassuming in appearance, yet the true energy emanating from their bodies flowed like an endless river.
Hellguard-class experts!
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Xu Anguo, the twenty-third leader of the Central Plains Alliance of Cultivators. I'm honoured to be appointed as the principal of the First Academy of Cultivators."
Qin Ye suddenly realized that it was a mistake not to sit next to the blockhead and the others.
He knew far too little about the cultivation world of the mortal realm, and he couldn't bring himself to ask a complete stranger about it right now.
The white-bearded old man smiled, "I'm Li Tao.
I once served as the director of the 'Eastern Amethyst Aura' website.
You can say that I've single-handedly built the entire website.
I've never entrusted it to anyone else.
I'm honoured to be appointed as the vice-principal of the academy. "
Qin Ye coughed lightly and asked Zhao Hailong in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, who are they?"
Zhao Hailong glanced at Qin Ye in surprise. But this time, he noticed Qin Ye's age.
Then, he nodded in understanding, "Mr … Mr Qin, you've only just joined the Special Investigations Department, haven't you?
Some of our fellow daoists are rogue cultivators who have never ventured out of the province. Naturally, they aren't as well-informed as the Special Investigations Department. "
... So what's a 'Mr Qin' then?
Speaking of which, how deep is Teemo's impression of you?!
Zhao Hailong was naturally oblivious to Qin Ye's thoughts as he continued, "It's difficult for rogue cultivators. Some of them don't even have a clue about how to proceed.
The Central Plains Alliance of Cultivators was established in the middle of the Ming Dynasty by a group of rogue cultivators. However, the rogue cultivators' cultivation levels are too low, and they don't have much say in the matter.
It can only be said that the weaker cultivators are huddling together for warmth. "
Qin Ye was puzzled, "Then he …"
"Then how is Old Man Xu qualified to be elected as the principal?"
Zhao Hailong smiled faintly, "That's right. Rogue cultivators aren't strong. But in the early days of the Republic of China, Old Man Xu appeared and became an Anitya Hellguard in the early days of the nation's founding. That was how the obscure Alliance of Cultivators rose to prominence."
"What's even more amazing is his control over business and interpersonal relationships. Over the past few decades, the Central Plains Alliance of Cultivators has grown from huddling together for warmth to the number one alliance in the six provinces of the Central Plains. In fact, they've even suppressed several famous temples, sects, and sects."
Qin Ye understood.
To be qualified as a principal, one didn't require a high level of cultivation.
But one had to know how to conduct oneself, how to attract sponsors, and how to compete for resources.
Xu Anguo's resume was far superior to that of most other cultivators who only knew how to bury their heads in cultivation.
"Then … what about the Eastern Amethyst Aura?"