Chapter 641 This Heart is Bright, What More is There to Say? (W Words, Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

The streets of the coastal capital in November were filled with a damp, cold air that made many citizens shiver, wrapping themselves tightly in their clothes. This winter was colder than usual.

However, the noble Ermas, located in the central office of the auction house, didn't care.

As a descendant of the Eastern Sea Celestial Dragon nobility, although interbreeding with Winged People had removed their ancestors' ability to control water and transform into great dragons, resisting a mere cold snap was easy.

Not to mention that the auction house had heating, allowing it to remain warm and pleasant even during a severe ice disaster that froze the ocean.

More than that, he needed to worry about how many homeless people in the outer city would freeze to death in this sudden cold snap, especially since the year-end auction was about to begin, and many influential figures from various factions would gather here.

Those people could die at any other time, and no one would care. It was only when their corpses became too unsightly that it became a problem.

"Forget it, let's distribute more coal and firewood benefits—problems that can be solved with money are never really problems."

Signing a notice for the distribution of benefits with some reluctance, Ermas touched the top of his head, where little hair remained. He knew that this news would make all the people of the coastal capital grateful to the Falses family, but he was past the age of being excited by the cheers of the people. "It's a pity that no amount of money can increase the shallow sea fishing harvest—the increasingly frequent and intense cold snaps over the past decade or so have had too much of an impact."

"Lord Ermas, the second appraisal room has encountered some trouble. They can't determine the quality of the goods the client provided and may need you to come in person."

At that moment, the office door was knocked, and after Ermas allowed the person to enter, a well-dressed servant entered the room, bowing slightly and reporting to him: "And according to the description, those guests themselves are also very... strange. We don't know how to deal with them."

"If I have to handle everything myself, what am I employing you people for?"

Clicking his tongue, Ermas's tone was somewhat unpleasant, but he still stood up, put down the documents he was reviewing, and prepared to go and see what was going on.

As a member of the Falses family, the great nobles who ruled the coastal capital, Ermas's responsibility was to oversee the affairs of the auction house.

This middle-aged man in his fifties knew very well that his subordinates wouldn't report trivial matters to him. If something was really happening, then it must be a rather important problem that they couldn't solve.

"If it's a fake or shoddy product, or a disguised fake oddity, then tell them we don't accept it—if they still pester us, then call the notary. After we issue a certificate, we'll just smash the fake with a hammer. Maybe we can even turn it into a program."

As he walked, he shook his head and instructed the servant behind him: "In short, we welcome all guests, but we don't welcome liars and thugs."

"No, sir."

The servant hesitated, his expression strange: "The problem isn't that it's too bad... but that it's too good."

"Hmm?"

"The strength and texture of the source energy metal that the guest brought exceeds the observation limit of our instruments. This is unusual, sir. We simply can't price it, so we can only ask you to come."

Ermas stopped walking and frowned, "What exactly is it?"

"Crystal-grade flawless metal, sir, better source energy steel than what we use in our current source energy core."

When Ermas, who had hurried over, trotted into the auction house's appraisal room, he saw the appraiser sweating profusely.

Although the sun had already set, the old man's face opposite the appraiser was still clear in the lamplight.

White hair, aging, but full of majesty, the old man's red demonic pupils proved the demon blood in his body. His tall figure was more like a retired, or even active, knight than the scholar he claimed to be.

Facing the setting sun, two children sat beside the old man, one a demonized person and the other an elf-blooded child. Although they looked like ordinary children, they both had Core Soul stage strength and excellent control over source energy.

This was different, Ermas breathed a sigh of relief, his expression instantly becoming serious—even for the Falses family, children of the same age rarely had this level of skill. Even if they could compare, it would only be after pouring a large amount of resources into cultivating the family's future.

Who exactly was this person?

"Sir..."

Seeing Ermas's arrival, the appraiser immediately stood up as if he had been saved, yielding his seat and standing respectfully to the side: "I have limited knowledge and skills and am really unable to price it..."

The white-haired old man didn't speak, but simply gestured for him to proceed.

"Please excuse me."

Nodding slightly, Ermas didn't say much. He sat down and picked up the instrument and the crystal metal ingot on the table. The noble of the Heart Light stage had a circle of fluorescent light in his eyes, his hawklike pupils widening as he stared at the metal ingot in front of him through the instrument.

"...Not even the slightest crystal defect, incredible, inconceivable..."

"Perfect structure, perfect cutting, and the toughness... what level of source energy art is this?!"

The more he looked, the more shocked he became.

Ermas had originally suspected that his subordinates were making a fuss, but now he himself was completely astonished.

Taking a deep breath to calm the surprise and tension in his heart, the noble raised his head and calmly looked at the white-haired old man in front of him: "Hello, sir."

"May I ask how much of this flawless metal... do you have in stock?"

"Gasha."

The white-haired old man didn't answer directly. He signaled to the black-haired boy beside him to take down the box behind him: "Show this gentleman."

"Yes, Professor."

The Dragonkin youth skillfully took down the metal box behind him, placing it on the table, causing the entire appraisal table to shake slightly.

Then, he opened the box. Stacks of neatly arranged flawless metal ingots were displayed in front of everyone, releasing a gentle source energy light that reflected on everyone's faces.

"I have ten boxes like this."

Su Zhou looked around at the expressions of everyone present, as well as the whispers below, and calmly stated, "If you confirm that you want them, I can bring them all tomorrow."

—Of course, if he wanted to, a thousand boxes wouldn't be a problem, but that would be too much, and there was no need.

Ermas forcibly suppressed the trembling of his hands. He stroked his brown beard, then opened his mouth and exhaled.

"Ten boxes... how can there be so many!"

One box of flawless metal was already terrifying enough to manufacture large source energy furnace core parts for several factories. Ten boxes were enough to manufacture a giant source energy furnace core for a mobile city's core city.

And this was just ordinary flawless metal. The box in front of him was even more advanced from any angle, enough to compare with the god steel that those disaster-realm experts had personally carved out bit by bit in the past!

"Seventy million, the base price."

Ermas said in a low voice: "Don't worry, old sir, you definitely won't lose out—an ordinary flawless metal ingot costs 50,000 Imperial coins, which is three years' salary for the appraiser in front of you, enough to buy a small shop, and there are fifteen ingots in your box."

"But I can't go against my conscience and say that the goods in your hands are ordinary flawless metal... The difference is too great. I think a price ten times higher is very appropriate. If you can really produce ten boxes of the same flawless metal, then we can sign a contract in the name of the Holy Sun. Your goods may even be the finale of the year-end auction!"

Seventy million was not a large number.

A source energy industrial mother machine cost tens of millions, and a villa in the coastal capital also cost tens of millions. Even Ermas himself had assets that were several times greater than this number. The auction house he managed could handle treasures worth hundreds of millions of Imperial coins.

But the important thing wasn't the money, but the significance.

This was a strategic material, enough for a mobile city to build another core city, create a satellite city, and open up priceless territory!

"Is that so? Then sir, your sincerity is very strong. It's hard to imagine that nobles also have a conscience."

In Ermas's eyes, the white-haired old man smiled. He calmly gestured for the black-haired youth to close the box, and then said calmly: "I thought you were just planning to give a few hundred thousand and be done with it."

Behind Ermas, some followers and appraisers stirred for a moment, but were quickly suppressed by Ermas's gaze.

"Sir, this isn't a matter of money..."

Even so, an appraiser whispered: "This..."

"Alright, shut up."

Rudely interrupting the other party, Ermas certainly knew that this wasn't a matter of money.

To be able to refine this level of flawless metal, either the other party had a disaster-realm expert behind them, or they had a giant refinery with a technical level beyond their imagination, a huge industrial mobile city.

——Calm, calm, Ermas, if that's really the case, then you must not let a long-term transaction become a one-time deal.

Suppressing the agitation in his heart, the middle-aged man closed his eyes.

The reason why the coastal capital was able to develop was firstly because of the strength of its power, because of the stability brought by its power.

The Falses family had always had disaster-realm experts stationed there. If not, given the greed of the Asmodeus Empire, it would have been unbelievable for such a commercial center to maintain its neutral status.

Secondly, it relied on integrity. Business was business, and one was one, two was two. If you tried to be clever, you wouldn't make real money. If the coastal capital didn't seek truth from facts and didn't take advantage of others, it wouldn't have become the transit trading market recognized by the Southern Territory nobles and the Eastern Sea Celestial Dragons.

Thirdly, it relied on equality and tolerance. It was precisely because of this that there were representatives of all races in the world of Aean, and the strong among the demonized people gathered here.

Anyone who wanted to attack the coastal capital would have to face a group of powerful demonized people with families in the city—they might be wandering knights from the Southern Territory legends, warriors hunting whales in the Eastern Sea, or even wilderness hunters fighting barbarians in the Northern Mountains.

But more importantly, they were all demonized people, and they had all placed their families in this city, which was the best and safest place for demonized people in the world.

Ermas had to admit that he had indeed had the idea of ​​capturing the old man and two youths in front of him and asking about the source of this flawless metal. But only for a moment, this idiotic idea was dispelled.

Not to mention the power that might exist behind them... just the other party themselves.

Ermas looked up.

Old people, and children - one of the most dangerous groups of people in this world.

Daring to walk around in this posture proved that the other party did have confidence.

Ermas could tell at a glance that the white-haired old man in front of him was at most at the Core Soul stage—the characteristics of the Spirit Radiance stage, where the soul permeated the whole body, were not manifested at all, and there was not even a shadow of the Heart Light stage's Heart Image Illusion.

But was that possible?

Just by looking into the other party's eyes, Ermas, as a strong Heart Light stage expert, felt his legs trembling.

A feeling of fear, awe, and... and 'belief' that originated from the depths of his soul, from his life instinct, was welling up.

It was as if, as long as he treated him sincerely and believed in him, he would definitely give him the results he believed in.

Completely unfathomable.

Swallowing saliva, the middle-aged noble wiped away sweat.

——Even the children are so strong, wouldn't the old man be even more unfathomable?

Seemingly sensing Ermas's momentary hesitation, the white-haired boy who had been sitting beside the old man, looking around curiously, turned his head and looked at the middle-aged noble.

The blue diamond-shaped pupils stared at the other party, and he reminded: "Uncle with no hair, you are very powerful, and very strong."

"If you attack... the Dean might not be able to hold back, and maybe, he might accidentally kill you. That would be a big trouble for us."

As soon as these words came out, silence descended on the entire appraisal room.

One could even see the veins throbbing on Ermas's temples, and his shiny bald head.

Of course, not out of anger, but out of a fear of being seen through.

"You—"

Su Zhou and Gasha turned their heads in surprise and looked at Loya.

Loya, who had said these words, didn't realize that something was wrong, but the silent atmosphere of the others frightened the child.

He blinked, then shrunk his head into his collar, muttering softly, "Did I, did I say something wrong..."

"No."

Su Zhou smiled and turned to look at the or surprised or angry people in front of him: "Good children should say that—speaking the truth should not be reprimanded."

At this moment, the man couldn't help but praise in his heart.

——This child, in terms of sarcasm and natural blackness... maybe he has quite the talent!

He has three-tenths of my youth!

In the silence, the appraisal and handover process was quickly completed and ended.

Ermas didn't make things difficult, nor did he make any obstacles. He still maintained a good attitude and did all the subsequent work, and agreed to Su Zhou's request, handing over the basic deposit to Su Zhou.

The transactions in the coastal capital were always open and aboveboard, and quick and simple. This was a good tradition that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

After all, compared to these small benefits and face, the reputation of the coastal capital was more important. With a good reputation and a professional attitude, they could earn hundreds of times more money than being arrogant.

Everyone, including the infected, all believed in the coastal capital.

This reputation itself was the true wealth of the coastal capital, a huge signboard that took hundreds of years to establish and resounded throughout the world.

However, Su Zhou still remembered the demonized person who unhesitatingly squeezed his life to contribute to the coastal capital.

Yes, the demonized themselves did not have long lifespans. Without good recuperation, all demonized people would not live long. Rather than eking out an existence, it was better to bloom their lives and contribute to meaningful things, such as protecting others and maintaining order.

What's more, this would also get them a generous subsidy, so that their children and family would have something to rely on... wasn't this an easy choice?

Thinking about this, Su Zhou naturally didn't delay and waste time.

After purchasing a large number of professional alchemical equipment and materials needed by Flint Master and Dawn, as well as various gifts that the children wanted, he brought these supplies back to the First Light warship.

Undoubtedly, the children were extremely happy. On the night they entered the coastal capital, everyone held a rather grand banquet. Even Dawn looked very happy.

The Silverwing fairy even opened the First Light warship's 360-degree full-view screen, allowing all the children to experience the feeling of being able to see all directions at the same time, eliciting exclamations of surprise.

Su Zhou smiled on the side, holding a glass of wine, drinking while watching this scene. His main body didn't drink alcohol, but Svetrei's body was likely addicted to alcohol. A glass of light sake could make him sigh with emotion.

"This city is really good to demonized people."

After finishing a bottle, Su Zhou walked to the deck. He looked at the tall buildings in the distance in the city, which shone like the sun even in the dark night, and the man murmured to himself: "The dignity that demonized people lack, the 'sense of being needed' that they lack, the safety and equality that they lack, it provides them all."

"Even better than I imagined."

But, without a doubt.

The coastal capital's source energy core also needed souls as an additive.

And the source of this additive was naturally also demonized people.

Su Zhou believed in warmth, and he also believed that in this dark world, if there was a beacon like the coastal capital, demonized people would be like moths flying to a flame, willingly burned by this city... but was that really the case?

After Su Zhou handed over the ten boxes of flawless metal to the auction house, he originally planned to take the deposit and leave, regardless of the auction results, and drive all the way east, heading towards the direction of the meteorite's landing.

But he decided to stay a few more days and see more of the city's situation.

It wasn't just impulsive.

Su Zhou, in essence, wanted to understand this world better.

The results of the observation were quite peculiar.

Demonized people occupied most of the lower-level law enforcement positions in the coastal capital, and even appeared as the face of the coastal capital, like the Winged People registrar Su Zhou had encountered.

This made most demonized people feel valued and respected, and it also made most of the people being enforced tremble with fear, afraid to resist.

After all, fighting demonized people meant risking being infected and becoming a demonized person yourself. Compared to this possibility, it was better to accept a slightly lighter crime.

But similarly, few demonized people became high-level officials in the law enforcement department.

The coastal capital was famous for having a place for every race, so various elves, dwarves, demons, dragonkin, winged people, sirens, and other races from the mainland were arranged in corresponding positions, and they also needed more than 30 years of experience. Naturally, there were not many demonized people among them.

Everyone didn't care about this. After all, the demonized themselves knew that their lifespans were not long, and it was difficult to live to a time when they had enough qualifications... and the demonized were not a whole, they also had their own races.

In addition, Su Zhou also found that the lower-level manual laborers and technical personnel who could act alone were mostly demonized people.

Miners, farmers, porters, dockworkers, processors, maintenance technicians... they were mostly in these positions.

As for why, the reason was very simple, because the demonized had related occupational gold subsidies in these areas. The coastal capital's official government, that is, the Falses family, used force to supervise all companies and business associations to issue this subsidy.

The demonized also had their own newspapers, their own dedicated living communities, and even dedicated community restaurants, dedicated supermarkets... they had all kinds of inconspicuous but practical privileges.

The coastal capital really took care of the demonized people, and the degree of care belonged to the extent that it sounded reasonable, and it was not difficult to put into practice, at most it was just spending a little more money, and it was not exaggerated.

Because of this, all the demonized people in the world who had a little strength and some value flocked to it.

In just a few days, Su Zhou saw several scholars who had accidentally contracted demonization at the port. The professors whose names he had seen in professional reports in his previous life came to settle here.

In other areas of the Aean continent, if one contracted demonization, even if they were originally a professor, they would be wary of them.

But in the coastal capital, if he was a professor, he would still be respected.

In this way, unless it was for extremely special reasons, as long as there was a choice, the demonized would come to the vicinity of the coastal capital.

Then, become 'its' power.

——Isn't this very good for the demonized?

Sometimes, Su Zhou would think this way.

He really felt the 'love' that the Falses family was full of when they formulated this measure in the past from these measures.

If, that was really 'love'.

However, just as Su Zhou was wandering around the city, observing the living conditions of the residents of this city from every aspect, trying to continue to analyze this wonderful metropolis.

Ermas mysteriously came to his door alone.

"What's the matter, Mr. Ermas?"

At this time, Su Zhou and this middle-aged noble were already somewhat familiar. Invited to the other party's office, he glanced at the other party's gills behind his ears, the top of his head without hair, and the eagle eyes with obvious Winged People characteristics, and couldn't help but smile: "There is no more, we only brought ten boxes this time. You also know that this thing can't be produced on a large scale."

"No, no, no, Mr. Svetrei, it has nothing to do with the forces behind you."

Ermas looked mysterious. He was currently entertaining Su Zhou in his office: "To be honest, we, the Falses family, will eat half of your goods, and the remaining half will be auctioned. The final valuation will be based on the auction price."

"Based on this, I have already been praised in the family, but recently I have heard rumors that you are going to leave the coastal capital..."

"Oh? Then I really underestimated your intelligence gathering ability."

Su Zhou raised his eyebrows. He remembered that he had casually said when he was buying things that he should leave after buying the supplies. He didn't expect that the Falses family, as the ruler of the coastal capital, had eyes and ears to the point that even a casual mutter could be known.

"Very rude, sir, I am very sorry. But to be honest..."

Ermas also knew that Su Zhou didn't care about this little thing, so he apologized with a smile, and then became serious and brought the topic to the point.

"You came this time, is it really not for 'that' thing?"

...

[Professor Svetrei, should we leave?]

Some time later, Flint Master, who had taken off one of his hands and was repairing himself, noticed Su Zhou returning to the warship. He didn't even raise his head: [But we may need to wait a little longer. To compete for the meteorite, the Celestial Dragon nobles have already begun to confront the 23rd Army Group stationed in the east. We can wait until the two sides clash before going over. At that time, no one will stop us.]

[But what's strange is that according to news from the Order, the Yanfrost Army and the barbarian tribes in the north have not fought—the situation there is frighteningly quiet, and all news has been blocked. The Order's informants cannot infiltrate.]

Saying these inside stories, Flint originally thought that the professor would answer him a few words.

As a result, when he turned around, he found that Su Zhou was frowning tightly, standing in the ship without saying a word, as if he was thinking about something.

"...Flint."

After a while, Su Zhou raised his head and looked seriously at the mechanical alchemist who had also become serious. He said in a deep voice: "Are there many divine objects in this world that can make people immortal?"

[...Not many.]

After pondering for a while, Flint shook his head and said: [You also know that source energy is a dangerous energy. Ordinary people who come into contact with it will get demonization, and professionals below the disaster realm cannot use source energy to shape a perfect body, at most living for a few hundred years.]

[And even if it is a disaster realm, it cannot be said to be safe and sound... Not to mention that disaster realm experts need to resist natural disasters, just the wars in the northern barbarian tribes, every decisive battle, either our disaster realm experts are defeated, or their disaster realm experts are all dead... This is war.]

Speaking of this, even the face created by the machine, Flint showed a 'mocking' smile: [What's more, the more these disaster realm experts live, the more painful they are.]

[Their souls are too powerful, and they are too closely connected to this world. Therefore, every rotation of the demon moon is a torment for them, making their souls restless and almost breaking through their bodies... That is a thorough torment, and only the strong who have experienced all the disasters can endure it and enjoy it all.]

"The light of the demon moon... I have only been in this world for more than a month, and I have never seen the light of the demon moon."

Thinking so in his heart, Su Zhou shook his head: "I mean, strange objects that can make ordinary people immortal."

[This...]

Flint put down his arm that he was repairing, stood up, paced back and forth, and thought hard: [The highest creation of alchemy in the rumors, the Philosopher's Stone, has similar effects, but to be honest, not to mention that the Philosopher's Stone is a legendary creation, even if it really exists, why can it make people immortal?]

[Conversely, what is the use of ordinary people living forever? The longer they live, the higher the possibility of getting demonization. I can hardly imagine that there is such a thing.]

[But.]

Speaking of this, Flint stopped, raised his head, looked at Su Zhou, and his eyes flashed with strange light: [It is rumored that the imperial royal family has the technology to extend the life of nobles who are close to them... Although accepting the 'gift' is equivalent to being completely controlled by the royal family, I know that this news is not false. Several apostates in the Light Chasing Order betrayed their vows and left the Order because they accepted the emperor's gift.]

[Professor Svetrei, what news do you know that made you start asking about this topic?]

"A piece of news."

Su Zhou nodded and said calmly: "We have to disrupt the plan, Flint, and Dawn. We have to stay in this city for more than half a month, until the auction begins."

"We may have encountered something more important than the Holy Sun meteorite."

"What exactly is it?"

Dawn's voice came through the magic circle inside the ship, and she had been listening all the time.

"The Divine Tree."

Su Zhou said directly, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the core city of the coastal capital: "Mr. Ermas told me that the coastal capital obtained from the ancient ruins of the last era a sacrifice to the gods of the ancient civilization, a 'fruit' that can make people immortal."

"He showed me part of the aura of that fruit, and I quickly realized that the thing may not be a fruit, but it is definitely part of an extremely powerful plant."

Speaking of this, Su Zhou took a long breath and said seriously: "That is the main body of the root of the Divine Tree... or the tree core."

"I can almost be sure that it is part of the body of the giant tree left over from the era of the World Tree before the Fairy and even the Gods Age!"

...

Coastal Capital.

The center of the first core city, where the Falses family is located.

Deep underground, above the core city furnace, in a secret steel secret room, Ermas nervously touched his head, facing a group of dignified old men.

"Ermas, you have been in contact with that Professor Svetrei for the longest time. Tell me, is he the rebel mentor that the imperial royal family is secretly wanted, and for whom a bounty of 5.5 million has been offered?"

A hoarse voice sounded, and a thin figure patted the table and said slowly: "Speaking of which, didn't he even change his name at all?"

"Y-yes, indeed."

Taking a deep breath, Ermas's brown beard trembled as he faced the family elders, but he knew that if he performed well now, he would definitely get extra points, so he said in a deep voice: "Third Elder, the other party is indeed that Professor Svetrei. Although he disguised himself to be a little older, whether it is his figure or details, or even the children he brought with him, are exactly the same as the information given by the empire!"

"Um."

Hearing this news, the thin Third Elder nodded: "It seems that this Professor Svetrei dared to show up again, there should be something behind it... Ten boxes of super-grade flawless metal, behind him, there is a disaster-realm metal alchemist, or caster."

"Savi, what do you think?"

The Second Elder, called Savi, was a young man wearing light armor. Although he looked young, it was only because he was a God's Will realm expert that he delayed aging. After hearing his cousin's words, he shook his head: "What does the empire's wanted order have to do with our coastal capital? Isn't the supporter behind the Eastern Territory's rebels us?"

"Finding a chance to build a good relationship with the strong expert behind this Professor Svetrei is the most important thing."

"Yes." Another elder in the shadows also shook his head: "The bounty is only 5.5 million, plus a viscount title... Haha, is it for beggars? The profit brought by a box of flawless metal from this old man is higher than all of this!"

"But why did he come to us? Could it be that he knew we were going to modify the source stone furnace core, so he specially sent a great gift to show his favor?"

"Every power is using this kind of strategic resource for themselves. I think that it should be the disaster-realm expert behind Professor Svetrei who needs 'life-extending objects' because the light of the Demon Moon is becoming more and more intense, so they came here to establish communication."

"Haha, why can't it be Professor Svetrei himself?"

Just as the elders began to communicate and discuss, a voice suddenly sounded: "Don't forget, if the information is true, the strength of this Professor Svetrei is not to be underestimated."

"He broke into the core city all the way from the outer city of Aivende in five minutes, and almost brutally tore the little guy Aivende Earl into pieces without destroying the Earl's mansion—yes, the little guy Aivende's strength is not worth mentioning, but don't forget that all of this happened in five minutes!"

The speaker was the fifth elder in order, he was a close relative of Ermas, and was also responsible for the negotiations with Su Zhou.

This younger Falses family elder, who was wearing a long knife on his waist, said in a somewhat frivolous tone: "To be able to make an imperial royal noble in the high stage of Heart Light, who can use the 'Soul Burning Technique', fail in five minutes... Think about it, he is at least at the God's Will level, or even at the middle and high stage, and he has mastered forbidden secret methods."

"Don't forget, Professor Svetrei was the vice president of the previous Royal Alchemist Association, and also the manager of the Great Library. His strength is certainly not as good as the strong expert behind him, but he is not someone who can be underestimated."

"So we told him the news of the 'Eternal Life Firewood'."

The Second Elder said calmly: "That's enough."

"So, we didn't tell him, and the empire's spies also found out about him?"

Someone wondered: "Recently, he has been walking around the city, and he hasn't concealed his appearance much... As long as an intelligence spy with a heart, they would have discovered that he is in the coastal capital!"

"Joke."

Shaking his head slightly, the Second Elder sneered: "Why do you think that professor didn't find out?"

"He even deliberately wandered around the city to attract those spies!"

With such emotion, the man named Savi raised his head and looked in the direction of the port.

"This professor is unfathomable!"

At the same time, inside the First Light Warship.

"When I have almost perfected the Core Soul stage and Spirit Radiance stage cultivation methods, it will be time to take action and sweep away the royal spies in this place."

In his room, Su Zhou sat on the bed, closing his eyes and meditating.

He certainly knew that the coastal capital, as a strong neutral power independent of the forces, must have many spies in the city.

And the spies of that Asmodeus Empire, which he was at odds with, were definitely not a few.

Walking around swaggeringly, almost in his original form, if he was not discovered, it could only mean that the other party's business level was unqualified, and that was basically impossible.

However, Su Zhou didn't care about being discovered—unless the empire sent an army group to encircle him, the First Light Warship could run away even if it was not modified into a flying form.

And if they sent an army group... then just fly.

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The technological gap was so unreasonable. Su Zhou even planned to coat the surface of the First Light Warship with a layer of Great Zhou Heavenly Lan Armor runes, so that the warship could fly faster, run faster, and have a layer of air shield as a defense.

But before that, Su Zhou was more concerned about his own cultivation.

Especially the piece of the Divine Tree that he had just obtained today, which was called 'Eternal Life Firewood' by those guys, made him understand that the water in this world was very deep.

Although his strength was not weak, and his explosion was definitely strong enough, he did not have an overwhelming advantage over the strong locals.

Therefore, he had to perfect his fundamental cultivation method as soon as possible and improve his strength.

Now, Su Zhou was cultivating.

Based on the details that he had learned from teaching the children in the orphanage, and the feedback from the cultivation inheritance of Gasha, Loya, and Seneca, Su Zhou had obtained the most basic information.

He could now begin to completely integrate all of his strength.

At this moment, deep in Su Zhou's soul, one could see red light, cyan-blue light, green light, blue and yellow light, all integrated into one, merging into the cyan-blue flame in the center.

That was all the inheritance, finally integrated into one.

A faint, colorless flame began to burn.

Just like the fire called desire that once burned in Su Zhou's heart.

It was quietly burning, emitting light.

According to the traditional method of naming things in the inheritance tower, this cultivation method should be called 'Illuminating the Heavens and Subduing the Three Worlds' or 'Eternal Body of Daylight and Earth'.

If this cultivation method was to be passed on to others in the future, it might really be called this name.

But at least now, for Su Zhou, there was no need for such a complicated name.

"Cut myself, reform myself, prove myself."

He murmured to himself: "All my paths are for the sake of the correctness in my heart. For this, I not only need to determine the direction of the road, but also to determine the purity and correctness of this person, this soul."

"Understand what you can do, know what you want to do, determine what you need to do—and then, take action, do what you should do, what you want to do, and what is correct."

"The word 'Clear Mind' is enough to explain my path."

Smiling and opening his eyes, a light flashed in Su Zhou's eyes, and the entire First Light warship lit up with an inconspicuous faint halo, which was constantly expanding until it occupied the entire port and enveloped half the city, unnoticed.

This light, like the Spirit Radiance of ordinary cultivators, was the transcendent light of the cultivator's soul and body merging and blooming.

But the light of Su Zhou's soul surpassed the body and even surpassed this world.

That was a divine power, a Taoist technique, a magic, an ability... a kind of thought diffusion, a confirmation of the mind.

It was even more than just the soul.

Far away, Cicero, who was closing his eyes and meditating, practicing the 'Ash Burning Technique', suddenly opened his eyes, touched his heart, and the confused man felt his heart was clear, as if all the complicated thoughts were illuminated by light, all the painful hardships were understood and deconstructed, and turned into the power of struggle.

On the vast land, there were more and more people who were practicing this guiding technique, and even pioneers such as Funia were also surprised to wake up from their dreams or cultivation. They felt a kind of light, a kind of power was rising from the depths of their