If I'm not mistaken, there's already someone or something specifically watching Sky City now. Every time a Rabbit Hole appears, it leaves traces.

If this continues, I'm afraid one day they'll completely grasp the related traces and might directly ban it like a bug.

By then, we'll be in trouble."

Ji Jue pondered for a long time: "How many more uses do we have?"

"If we're not discovered on the spot, probably eight or nine times. But if we're being monitored..." Old Deng paused thoughtfully, "Three, no, two times at most if we want to be safe."

"I understand."

Ji Jue nodded, without hesitation: "Then let's continue using it. Don't give it to me. Since I'm being watched, let someone else replace me."

Bao Dacai was momentarily shocked but didn't scold Ji Jue for not valuing the opportunity. Instead, he asked curiously, "Who do you plan on passing the task to?"

"Yeah, who?"

Ji Jue's palm casually swept across the camp, ignoring the eager Yan Fei. Eventually, he pointed at a confused face:

"You, then."

"...Me?"

Covered in dust and working part-time as a mason, Yu Shu was bewildered, pointing at his face, completely confused.

Yan Fei became anxious too: "Why?! I'm clearly much stronger than him!"

"Besides fighting when you're furious, what else can you do?" Ji Jue chuckled, bluntly asking, "Can you contact other resistance camps? Sneak into the district to set up safe houses and underground organizations? Even communicate with the church members or convert believers? Can you do that?

Alright, stop sulking. There's still work for you later, and besides, if you leave, who will handle the security work?"

"Me? Me?!"

Yan Fei instantly beamed, his invisible tail wagging: "Right, right, I'm supposed to protect Mr. Ji's safety..."

Kids are just too easy to handle!

"Me? Me?!"

Yu Shu silently grumbled while breaking into a sweat.

"If not, hand it over to Sister Wen? Hard to imagine her doing these tasks."

Ji Jue scratched his head, casually mentioning a former camp leader who indulged in public resources by staying in a wine vat everyday after hoarding supplies.

If she were actually tasked with diplomacy and underground work, everyone might fall apart the first day, and the underground supply point might be burned to ashes on the second.

"Besides you, who else can do the job? Use your work experience in the Chongguang Sect to do the opposite, isn't it? After all, you lack neither organizational nor operational skills, and your communication ability is impeccable. Though your combat ability is a tad weak, you can compensate with equipment. Enough, don't pass it off, it's got to be you."

After tossing the job out, Ji Jue didn't wait for further objections and looked at Old Deng: "Got time?"

"Ah, getting old..." Bao Dacai was about to casually brush it off when he noticed Ji Jue's dangerous gaze, instantly changing his tune, "Being old means having more free time, what's up?"

"Can I borrow the workshop, aside from that, there's something else to discuss with you." Ji Jue walked towards the Chicken Foot House, "Let's treat it as a Marvelous Alchemy demonstration, Old Deng, show me your limits!"

Bao Dacai's expression twitched, finally understanding why sometimes his fists itched upon seeing this Ji Jue fellow.

Throwing tasks at people just like the Great Commander of Nirvana!

The old man's profanities were nearly biting his tongue.

He could surely decide that if Ji Jue's request wasn't met, Ji Jue, this scoundrel, would definitely find a way to mess with him...

Hence, he had no choice but to reluctantly follow.

Awake, working overtime for Nirvana, asleep, working overtime for Director Ji, it's really enjoying my time!

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With Ji Jue disappearing without a trace, the sect watching day and night somewhat relaxed, but only outwardly, while underneath things felt more tense.

Unfortunately, their fishing skills weren't quite there yet, casting to the left and right, no matter how they baited, this scoundrel never showed.

Logically, the rebellion camps should have faded into silence.

Yet the Heavenly Eye continued to occasionally alarm, traces of Rabbit Holes appearing every few days.

Moreover, across various districts, the modified version of the Holy Seal began to proliferate once again...

Even among the top ten sins listed by the sect, the charge of misusing the Holy Seal and distorting divine grace hung from the crooked tree, but once people walked down a shortcut, it's hard to return to the righteous path.

Especially when the sect couldn't distinguish between the faith offered through fervent prayers and the results of an automated prayer machine.

No matter how strictly they guarded and declared its dangers, they struggled to suppress it.

Fanatics were ultimately in the minority, while devout believers couldn't hide the remaining rotten wood and dung...

There was no other choice, for the foundation of this ephemeral dream was sourced from countless erratic souls.

In the wilderness of Thousand Islands, Central Earth, even the Federation and Empire, it's not outright chaos, but rather everyone has their own skills. People are merely existing, waiting to die, indulging in all sorts of bad habits. Saying they're all rotten pustules is somewhat baseless, calling them kind and compassionate may be dreaming with eyes closed.

The 'tricky residents' bred in barren mountains and evil waters might have simply never had a chance to be good people, but even more are simply accustomed to slacking or habitually finding the easiest way to solve problems.

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