"Do you get the feeling that the Glazed Bottle seems to be refining pills a bit slowly lately?"

In the past, by this time, I would have accumulated at least two or three pills, feeling a bit burdened by them.

At Glass's strong urging, Han Yu ran outside to the street to get it two small handkerchiefs.

After the Glazed Bottle was turned upside down, the handkerchiefs were taken into the Sea of Consciousness. Now, one was folded into a pillow, and the other was used as a blanket.

Han Yu was speechless, looking at Glass, now covered with a blanket inside the Sea of Consciousness, with a strange expression.

Really treating it like a room and furnishing it!

The Dragon Blood Stone failed to arrive, but upon entering, it suddenly sparked a burst of creativity in this guy.

Facing Han Yu's question, Glass rolled over comfortably, then rolled its eyes.

"That's because your consumption ability has increased, don't get cocky! Otherwise, I'll lend my ability to the bottle, and it'll refine three pills a day."

There's no need for that.

Thinking about the Glazed Bottle spewing out three pills a day, I instantly felt my scalp go numb. Damn memories suddenly resurfaced, the days of exhausting myself for pills are vividly before my eyes.

I really got carried away, immediately shutting up and saying nothing, for fear that the Artifact Spirit and the bottle would join forces, and then really scare everyone by producing three pills at once.

Ahead, the crowd was surging, seemingly very noisy, with many people gathered and discussing loudly, which piqued Han Yu's curiosity.

When he merged into the crowd, he saw a young man in his twenties being thrown out by a group of cultivators.

Is it another show of cultivators oppressing commoners?

Wasn't it said that the cultivators stationed here are from the Imperial Court, so why is this still happening?

The young man got up with a dirty face, revealing a pair of clear eyes, his thin cheeks pinched together, and he walked away silently.

"He's probably headed to East City now."

The onlookers seemed unfazed by this scene.

"This guy is really stubborn!"

This was indeed strange, Han Yu listened for a while and found that no one was speaking up for the young man.

Driven by curiosity, he pulled over a burly man to inquire.

The burly man was quite talkative and explained the whole story in a few words.

In recent years, the Imperial Court had recruited talents among the common folks to join the military from time to time.

Though they join the military, as long as they go through military training, they can enter the Cultivator Hall to be trained and cultivated by the Imperial Court.

Standardized cultivators?

Is this an attempt to turn cultivators into a military force?

Will there come a day with a Divine Bridge Camp, an Other Shore Camp... and finally, a Divine Gaze Camp?

Han Yu was slightly shaken by the Imperial Court's grand plan, it seemed that Ou Mingdong and the others were right— the Imperial Court indeed intended to get involved in the Cultivator Realm.

"That young man is Wang Xiao'Er. Originally, Zhanzhou Prefecture had the advantage of location, as we have our own Imperial Court cultivators here, making it easier to join the military compared to other places, and most young lads could give it a try."

The Imperial Court's requirements for selection weren't high, any suitable youth capable of cultivation would first undergo military training. But Wang Xiao'Er, who was unable to cultivate, had a particularly stubborn disposition.

"There are three registration points in the city. Once you register your household at any of them, a cultivator will check you, and as long as you're not entirely incapable of cultivation, they'd accept you. But this young lad couldn't cultivate and yet was stubborn, going from one registration point to another, and thus got caught and thrown out."

So it wasn't about oppressing commoners, but rather encountering such a character.

Since when could cultivation be 'when the east doesn't shine, the west does'?

Luckily, it wasn't a Sect's selection, or it would've likely been more than just getting thrown out, a good thrashing wouldn't be out of the question.

The burly man sighed, looking at the group of Imperial Court cultivators as he spoke.

"Cultivation isn't necessarily the best path; a life with a wife, kids, and a warm bed can also be comfortable."

Such things are subjective; some people like it, some don't.

But the man's discourse was indeed quite novel, representing those who aren't inclined toward cultivation.

——

"He's over there."

Outside the crowd, Liu Yaoyao quickly pointed at Han Yu, exclaiming softly.

Yan Bing and Yankong simultaneously looked over, and their faces showed astonishment. After retracting their gaze, they exchanged a glance.

"I can't feel it."

"Me neither."

Incredibly, they couldn't sense any True Essence leaking from him.

"He's a Divine Power Cultivator. I saw him using Divine Techniques yesterday."

The Flower Monk hurriedly explained beside them.

The two furrowed their brows simultaneously. Divine Power Users were indeed troublesome, with abilities that were weird and varied. Whether strong or not, they were undoubtedly hard to handle.

Tu Xingsun, the fellow with weak cultivation, could make a good living in the Evil Path using just one Earth Escape Technique.

That's really diving into the ground, leaving the pursuers cursing uselessly above.

Assessing the person in front of them was difficult since no other Divine Power Cultivator was known to show no leakage of True Essence. Could he be playing the pig to eat the tiger?

"He's physically strong."

Liu Yaoyao added at the side.

At the time, she had taken quite a hit from him, nearly losing her breath.

Both of them were amazed simultaneously, Strong physique? A Body Cultivation Divine Power User? They hadn't even heard about one.

Such a character, it seemed understandable that the Flower Monk and Liu Yaoyao would fall into his hands.

Yan Bing looked at Han Yu from afar, gradually putting away his contempt, realizing it was unwise to make judgments about such an unusual cultivator without engaging in combat.

"Didn't you say there were four? Where are the other three?"

Yankong noticed something else, glancing at Han Yu alone, he suddenly asked Flower Monk and Liu Yaoyao.

Both realized something, and looked toward the distance, faces gradually falling, then they exchanged glances.

Yeah! Why is he the only one?

Where are the others?

An unsettling thought crept into their minds, and their eyes locked onto him.

Could it be that the others took their share of the stones and ran away?

If that's the case, wouldn't there only be one stone left? If so, what's the point of going through all this effort to come here?

How do four people divide one stone?

"Is there only one person left? If it's just one stone, how do we split it between the two of us?"

Yankong's face immediately darkened, speaking coldly.

Damn!

Liu Yaoyao and the Flower Monk's expressions turned even uglier. Are they being kicked out of the game just like that?

Wouldn't it mean they worked hard only to make a wedding gown for someone else? Who would be willing to accept that? After all this effort, they got nothing. Who could be satisfied with that?

Why call for assistance if it's like this? They hurried over but didn't make it in time, went through a lot of trouble for nothing. Better that no one gets it.

Yan Bing seemed to think the same and, withdrawing his gaze, spoke slowly.

"Then it can only depend on individual skill. Whoever has the ability takes it. This place isn't suitable for internal conflict; it'll just cause trouble for everyone."

"Sister, help your brother out, you don't mind, right!"

Saying this, Yan Bing smiled at Liu Yaoyao.

Yankong also looked at the Flower Monk with a half-smile.

Losing both the lady and the soldiers...

——

By the time it was nearing midnight, all was silent.

A shadow appeared on the street, then slowly approached the inn. Under the bright moonlight, a bald head quickly disappeared into the night.

A barely perceptible sound slowly drifted into the room.

Han Yu was originally staring at Ping, waiting for the pills.

Suddenly, the bottle seemed to expel something, two white pills slowly flew towards him, enlarging before his eyes.

Strange, I'm not in the Sea of Consciousness, why are they hitting my face?

When he suddenly realized, the scene before him was no longer the Sea of Consciousness.

Can't... breathe...

Two arms as if carved from white jade pressed him tightly, a seductive melody was being hummed, sometimes soaring, sometimes invigorating, and occasionally tearful...

He couldn't muster any of his strength; he was as weak as he had been as a normal person.

I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!

"Die my ass! It's just a higher-level dream realm."

Glass hissed in the void.

Dream realm?

Why on earth was I having this kind of dream?

"Obviously, someone's targeting you. I saw the Flower Monk enter, he's touching you now."

Glass chuckled as he spoke.

Recalling You Li's comment about him not being picky, Han Yu's hair stood on end.

"He's currently taking off your clothes with a different look in his eyes."

Glass's tone was peculiar.

Damn it.

Why do I have to do it?

The Flower Monk was sneaking into the room with a face as blue as iron, looking at the unmoving Han Yu, his heart was pounding.

If he woke up suddenly, there wouldn't be anywhere to run.

He searched every nook and cranny of the room, but after finding nothing, he approached Han Yu's bed with a bitter expression.

After lifting the sheets and bedding, everything was empty underneath.

He was about to nervously undress Han Yu when he noticed movement on the bed.

Han Yu still seemed to be in a deep sleep, clenching his teeth loudly.

Is he about to wake up?

The Flower Monk dared not linger, hastily fleeing the scene.

"Die, you damn fool!"

Han Yu suddenly opened his eyes and threw a punch, but hit nothing. The room was empty, even the doors and windows were securely shut.

If the sheets hadn't been left askew, he might have doubted anyone had been there.

"The person has great expertise in dreams, it likely wasn't the Flower Monk."

Glass was astonished.

Someone's targeting us again so soon.

"They're probably after my bed board."

Glass speculated.

"Dammit, there were four Dragon Blood Stones, why go for mine?"

Han Yu spoke darkly.

"It's quite normal! Sharing the loot among four people means you taking the fall fits your luck."

Glass's explanation only made him more irritated.

"Han Yu!"

At this moment, a clear voice suddenly rang out as Han Yu turned his head, startled.

His expression turned incredibly grim right away.

When he saw the room transform into a new environment, he knew the other side had acted again.

The simple room had become a large residence, filled with peach blossoms, with a big pool in the middle where a dozen lightly dressed women were playing in the water.

The mellow scent of wine continually wafted from the pool, Han Yu's nose twitched, his expression surprised.

Damn, what a show — wine pool and meat forest.

This for sure wasn't Liu Yaoyao's style; she only knew how to twist around, nothing special.

So, just how many people have their eyes on me...

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