Chapter 195 Be Approachable to Customers In the next few days, Ruan Xing continued to ponder the incomplete martial arts techniques in his memory. She didn't know how long it would take the Third Floor Master to take her to the North and back, but since the real-life simulation had already started, she didn't want to end it too early. In the past, Ruan Xing had never been to the North, either in reality or in simulation. At most, I can just stay near the border. Because the North is actually very xenophobic. As the losers of the Battle of Xiantai, they were driven into the northern border and suffered hatred and vigilance from other immortal sects. How could they allow the immortal sect monks to appear in the northern border? When the third floor owner came to her again, he told her that they could get ready to leave. "I see that you are basically the one in charge of things in Wanbao Tower. Is it really okay for you to put aside the affairs in the tower and accompany me to the northern border?" Ruan Xing asked curiously. She had never seen the owner of the building. Not to mention that she had only heard of him but never seen him, almost no one in the building had ever mentioned him, as if this person did not exist.
The second floor owner looked like an old lady who was very health-conscious. Cen Zhong also said that the exchange meeting was for the second floor owner to find a successor for herself. So she guessed that the second owner of the building didn't care much about things and probably didn't have many years left to live. The third building owner is the one who actually does the work in the building, and the other leaders are just figureheads. This is the chosen worker in the world of immortal cultivation. Ruan Xing even felt a little sympathetic towards him. However, if such a hardworking laborer could be brought to his Fengling Yueying Sect, he wouldn't have to do everything himself and be so tired. Ruan Xing thought about it and shook her head secretly. Wanbao Tower was a major business spanning the five states of Xianyuan Continent. How could a small ordinary sect like hers compare to it? Moreover, the third floor master's cultivation was higher than hers, at least at the level of a spirit being, so it was impossible for him to work for her. I can only give up this idea regretfully. The Third Floor Master shook the folding fan in his hand and laughed, "Why would I give up the affairs of the building for you? I just happened to be going to the North, so I took you with me." "The northern border is dangerous, and travel must be secret, so I have to go there in person, so you don't have to worry about it." After the third floor owner explained this, Ruan Xing felt a little relieved. That’s right, she thought that the third floor owner didn’t have such a close relationship with her. Maybe he went there to purchase longevity pills this time. Thinking of this, she perked up again and asked, "How do we get there? A teleportation array?" "First, we will use the teleportation array to reach Fuqi City at the border, and then we will pass through Wuxu City. Someone will pick us up there." The Third Floor Master said casually, "By the way, my name is Mo Cijun. People in the Northern Territory call me Third Floor Master Mo. If others ask about you, just say that you are the manager of the building." Ruan Xing nodded, "Okay, I understand." The teleportation array of Canghai City was established and maintained by the Xuanji Sect. As an organization of the nature of a chamber of commerce, Wanbaolou does not have the power to govern the traffic rights within a city. But Mo Cijun was calm and composed. He walked into the teleportation array as if nothing had happened. He casually reported the name of a town near the northern border, paid the spirit stones, and let them in. The journey is long, and to reach the northern border, they need to transfer through at least three teleportation array stations.
Ruan Xing followed behind Mo Cijun, looked around, and asked in a low voice: "Third Floor Master, you are going to the Northern Territory on a business trip alone? Without a few subordinates?" "Business trip? Interesting description." Mo Cijun chuckled and said conceitedly, "I have the ability to protect myself, so I don't need to bring anyone to protect me. If even I can't come back from the Northern Territory safely, then no one else in the building can do it. If that's the case, from now on, Wanbao Building won't have to do any business with the Northern Territory." If Mo Cijun dies in the northern border, I am afraid that the goods in the northern border will never appear in the four states again. The Northern Territory probably also needs the things that Mo Cijun sends, so Mo Cijun is not afraid at all. After passing through several teleportation arrays, the two finally arrived at Fuqi City. This is the town closest to the edge of Dongzhou. A little further northwest is the place where Ruan Xing had stayed in the simulation before. “Once we arrive at Fuqi City, we can no longer use the teleportation array. It is impossible for the Immortal Sect to connect its teleportation array with the northern border.” Mo Cijun said lightly. "Is the Chaos City ahead?" "Yes, we can't use magic tools to pass through. There are many demon cultivators with strange temperaments in Wuxu City, and there are some who hate others flying over their heads. Although we are not afraid of trouble, it is best to keep a low profile and not waste too much time in Wuxu City." Mo Cijun explained, "The demon cultivators in Wuxu City are a little different. Most of them don't have a stable inheritance. They often go crazy after practicing to a high level and can't communicate like normal people. As reasonable businessmen, we should be more tolerant of them." Simply put, everyone in Disorder City is insane. The North drove these people out to serve as the first line of defense against the outside world. Why didn't Xie Yao eat these people... Maybe he was afraid that he would become crazy after eating them? Ruan Xing nodded, and the two of them walked through the disorderly city. The City of Disorder looks like a Syrian-style building, and in some places you can even see gnawed limbs and a strong smell of blood. Spiritual awareness is of no use here, and it will only make them more angry. If they saw any demon cultivators, the two of them would have avoided them from afar and passed through them safely. As we got further away from the City of Disorder, we saw more mortals everywhere. It’s just that these people seem a little hard to describe. The wealthy people wearing gold and silver and the poor people who are numb to the point of despair actually live in the same place. Even draw water from the same well. He walked past those who were hunched over in the corners with a swagger, and those people would not be jealous enough to rush up and snatch their things. Ruan Xing felt a little surprised and magical. "There is no such concept as fixed cities and jurisdictions in the North. It's basically about whoever occupies a mountain is the king." Mo Cijun took the initiative to explain to Ruan Xing, but he seemed to find it a bit difficult to describe. "When I came here a few hundred years ago, the various demon kings here had their own territories. All the cultivators and mortals in their territories were the private property of that demon king. But now, for some reason, there are fewer cultivators who call themselves demon kings. Maybe they all went crazy and went to the City of Chaos." "Those places without demon kings can only be divided into smaller places. Whichever demon cultivator is more powerful will occupy them. Demon cultivators rarely live in groups. They don't trust anyone other than themselves. Taking in disciples is equivalent to finding slaves for themselves in disguise." The cultivation methods of demon cultivators are different from those of immortal cultivators. There are not so many sub-sections, nor are there detailed cultivation methods based on different realms. They just stick to the same path. In this environment, the life-loving demon cultivators would stop practicing after reaching a certain level and instead enjoy a luxurious life. Sooner or later, those who practice magic with all their might will encounter problems in their practice. Either they will go crazy and explode to death, or the City of Disorder will be their final destination.
It is difficult for them to reach Guixu and it is also difficult for them to ascend. Therefore, most of the demon cultivators before the Battle of Xiantai did not care about the Xiantai tree, because they had almost no chance of ascending to heaven in this lifetime. "Then these mortals..." Looking at them, Ruan Xing felt a little speechless. "The reason I came this time is also related to these mortals." Mo Cijun sighed and said, "In this chaotic land, there are very few mortals who can feed themselves normally or through farming and animal husbandry. They can only rely on the magic cultivators. The few magic kings who cooperate with me will plan production goals for the mortals in their territories. The children born will receive different rewards based on their qualifications. These rewards support the top mortals. The top mortals, for their own sense of superiority and class concept of being superior to others, will be responsible for the basic survival of the mortals at the bottom. The Northern Territory has relied on this method to maintain the population growth of the Northern Territory for thousands of years." "But there are many variables like this. Overnight, there are as many people who rise to great heights as those who fall to great heights. Their average life expectancy is less than 35 years old. This also makes them inherit the life concept of the demon cultivators. They don't care about the consequences, don't think about the future, just enjoy the present, and live one day at a time." Such a system sounds a bit cruel. No wonder most of the mortals in better condition just now were young women. The children they gave birth to became reserves for the magic cultivators, and they themselves lived a good life. Other mortals were afraid of the magic cultivators and would not have any ill intentions towards these women. "Do those demon kings need so many low-level demon cultivators under their command?" Ruan Xing asked incredulously, "What do they need so many low-level demon cultivators for? To share their resources?" Mo Cijun shook his head. "Not many. The loss rate of demon cultivators is much higher than that of immortal cultivators. It's good if half of the 100 surviving mortal children can become demon cultivators. After that, during the Qi training stage and foundation building stage, the number of demon cultivators who die from infighting each other every year is almost the same as or even higher than that of newborns. There are only a handful of demon cultivators who can actually cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage or above and become a demon lord." His eyes became slightly serious. "You may not understand anything from this information, but the number of mortals in the North is gradually decreasing every year. When the mortals are about to disappear, don't think that the demon cultivators will disappear naturally. They will just desperately and frantically start a new war. That time is not far away." Ruan Xing lowered his eyes silently. She knew that in a few years, Saint Demon Lord Xie Yao would launch a war between immortals and demons against the Immortal Sect. In the past, she only thought that the biggest reason for this war between immortals and demons was the Sumeru Tree. Xie Yao was about to die in the Guixu period, and was anxious to use the Sumeru Tree to ascend to the spiritual world, so he led all the demon cultivators to fight to the death. After arriving in the North today, she realized that it might not just be Xie Yao's fault. But the resources in the North have really been exhausted to the point where even mortals can't survive. Xie Yao was forced to this point due to various reasons. This situation... suddenly reminded her of the Battle of Sendai. Everyone said that it was the Holy Demon King at that time who became greedy for the Immortal Terrace. But the Xiantai tree at that time did not refuse the demon cultivators from ascending. The Saint Demon Lord could have ascended alone, so why did he have to bring so many demon cultivators with him? It’s obvious that the other demon cultivators don’t care about the Xiantai Tree at all. They participated in the battle of Xiantai, firstly to respond to the call of the strongest demon cultivator, Saint Demon Lord, and secondly to take advantage of the chaos to kill some immortal cultivators and rob them to gain some benefits for themselves. Could it be that the Holy Demon Lord at that time also started the war because of some unspeakable reasons? "If this war really happens, do you think the demons will win?" Ruan Xing asked. "I don't know whether the demon cultivators will win in the end, but I know that they will definitely gain the greatest benefit from it." Mo Cijun laughed bitterly, "The demon cultivators who practice the way of killing are the most numerous in the North. The demon cultivators at the bottom will die, but the top ones will become stronger and stronger. The Immortal Sect can win a tragic victory, and then after many years of recuperation, the demon cultivators will gain many new demon kings." According to what Mo Cijun said, the immortals who blew themselves up in the battle of Xiantai were actually sacrificing themselves for others. Although it killed more than 80% of the people. But for the demon cultivators, it was a devastating blow. It directly forced other low-level demon cultivators to hide in the northern border for thousands of years and they dared not to come out.
Otherwise, the Xianyuan Continent would still be a place where immortals and demons coexist. "From your tone, it seems that you are on the side of the Immortal Sect. You should also be considered a cultivator of the Immortal Sect. If so, why do you allow Wanbao Tower to maintain a trading relationship with the Northern Territory?" Ruan Xing asked puzzledly. Mo Cijun regained his calm expression and did not answer. After a few seconds of silence, he said softly, "The people who are picking us up are here." Hearing this, Ruan Xing looked around. Two Jindan-stage demon cultivators were walking towards this side. When he was a few steps away from the two of them, he stopped and saluted casually, saying, "Master Mo San, please come in." Behind them were several lizard-like monsters that were over three meters tall and five meters long. They seemed to be only in the foundation-building stage, and on their backs, each of them was carrying a frame that looked like a small house. Mo Cijun smiled gently, not caring about the attitudes of the two, and took Ruan Xing to climb onto the frame on the back of one of the monsters. "Why would you raise such a monster? It's so ugly." Ruan Xing commented, and then said to Mo Cijun with some dissatisfaction: "What is their cultivation level? You were not so approachable when you were in the building. How can you tolerate this?" Mo Cijun lowered his head and rubbed the handle of the fan with his thumb, "You misunderstood me." “I have always been approachable to my clients.” Ruan Xing was speechless after hearing this. Originally, he wanted to take the opportunity to find out whether Mo Cijun was in the Nascent Soul stage, the God Transformation stage, or the Return to the Realm, but the other party easily turned the answer back. It seems to be the same... Except when he was inside the building, I never saw him put on airs. Perhaps this is the basic quality of a businessman. Back in Fengtian City, Mo Cijun took advantage of the auction to strike up a conversation with her, and was overly enthusiastic. At that time, she was pretending to be just an ordinary female cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core. I would rather not have the arrogance of a high-level monk than not make this transaction go smoothly. Ruan Xing increasingly felt that Mo Cijun had other intentions. But he refused to say.