Iron Head sat cross-legged on a Meditation Cushion on the deck of the Flying Boat, concentrating on absorbing the Celestial True Yang from the heavens and earth.

Unlike his master, Yang Jing, he focused more of his energy on his True Yang Body, and had recently opened three more Acupoints.

The sheer depth of his Celestial True Yang had already surpassed his master’s.

Recently, to prevent Tribulation Cultivators and Demon Cultivators from causing trouble and disrupting the Seven Nations Ticket Shop’s shareholder meeting, Iron Head had been living on the Flying Boat, patrolling the skies day and night. He dared not slack off in the slightest.

In addition to the Flying Boat he was on, the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion had also recalled another three Flying Boats.

Despite the sudden influx of over a hundred thousand Cultivators into the Yu Kingdom, the intimidating presence of the Flying Boats patrolling the skies kept public order incidents to a minimum.

If it were left solely to the local Law Enforcement Team to maintain order, the Yu Kingdom would have long since become a lawless land.

Of course, given the nature of Cultivators, incidents where they saw an opportunity and decided to play the part of a thief still happened from time to time, adding quite a few more prisoners to the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion’s dungeons.

Seeing that the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion was genuinely maintaining order—not just putting on a show like the Law Enforcement Teams in the Marketplaces—the assembled Independent Cultivators developed a sense of awe and respect, and dared not bring their old ways here.

The number of Cultivators committing crimes dwindled, which saved Iron Head some effort and allowed him to focus more of his energy on improving his own cultivation.

Suddenly, the slow-moving Flying Boat came to a halt.

Iron Head opened his eyes. ’Something’s happened.’

Two Demon Suppression Army soldiers appeared, escorting an anxious-looking middle-aged man before him.

When the middle-aged man saw Iron Head, his expression faltered. He clearly hadn’t expected the renowned Demon Patrol Envoy, the Divine Spear Child, to actually look like a mere child.

"My Lord, this man blocked the Flying Boat’s path. He said he wishes to seek justice."

Iron Head had the two soldiers release the Cultivator.

"What seems to be the problem?"

Recalling Iron Head’s reputation among Independent Cultivators, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and spoke:

"This humble one is Ding Shouji. I brought my young daughter here to see the world. Who could have known... she went out with some new friends she made yesterday and never came back. I sent a Communication Talisman, but there was no reply. I went out to search and asked every Cultivator I know. Someone said they’d seen her, but when I went to the location they described, there was no trace of her."

Ding Shouji clearly loved his daughter deeply. As he spoke, tears began to fall, and he broke down, wailing loudly.

He had heard that Iron Head hated evil with a passion and wasn’t like the disciples from the Major Sects who treated Independent Cultivators like pigs and dogs. Unable to find his daughter and with no other options, he had resorted to this desperate measure of stopping the Flying Boat by himself.

Iron Head’s brow furrowed deeply. A soldier cautiously stepped closer.

"My Lord, the shareholder meeting for the Seven Nations Ticket Shop is in just two days. If this incident gets out, I’m afraid it will cause the Masters and True Monarchs above to lose face. Should we detain this man for now and release him after the meeting is over?"

He knew that the Lord Yang Tietou before him was Secretary Yang Jing’s most favored disciple. And who was Secretary Yang? The Seven Nations Ticket Shop could be said to be his creation. The shareholder meeting was a momentous occasion for the Seven Nations Ticket Shop; how could they let some lowly person ruin such an important event?

Ding Shouji was also a Seventh Layer Qi Refining Cultivator. His hearing was far superior to that of a mortal, and when he heard what the soldier said, a look of despair washed over his face.

Iron Head shot the soldier a fierce glare. The terrifying pressure he released sent the soldier stumbling back more than ten steps.

"Did my master make me the Demon Patrol Envoy just so I could cover things up?! If you ever dare to say something like that again, you can forget about serving in the Demon Suppression Army."

The soldier was terrified, his face drained of all color. He knew his attempt to curry favor had backfired spectacularly. He just never imagined that Iron Head’s capture of Tribulation Cultivators and punishment of evil came from his true nature, and not just as a way to please his master and earn a promotion.

After his rebuke, Iron Head turned to Ding Shouji and said:

"Take me to your residence."

Ding Shouji was instantly overjoyed and pointed the way. The Array Master controlling the Flying Boat immediately changed course and began to slowly accelerate.

Before long, they arrived at Ding Shouji’s residence.

Many of the Cultivators who had come to attend the Seven Nations Ticket Shop’s shareholder meeting weren’t actually there to buy shares. After the report on the Seven Nations Ticket Shop’s profits was released, the price of a single share had already risen to over thirty-eight thousand Spirit Stones.

At that price, it was still far beyond the reach of Independent Cultivators, even if they pooled their funds.

However, whenever a large number of Cultivators gathered in one place, a large market would naturally form, with people bringing out the Spiritual Ores they had found, the Spirit Medicines they had grown, and so on to sell.

The various merchant houses of the Northern Domain Seven Kingdoms also took the opportunity to hold events and run major promotions.

These Independent Cultivators naturally couldn’t afford the inns in the Marketplace, so they would often find a mountain with decent terrain and temporarily carve out a Cave Mansion.

Ding Shouji was one such case. The mountain he had chosen was home to more than two hundred Independent Cultivators. Some were more particular and had used Wooden House Talismans to construct wooden cabins. Others simply put up a crude shelter—anything to keep the rain off was good enough.

When the Independent Cultivators at the gathering spot saw the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion’s Flying Boat approaching, some of them immediately turned tail and fled. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Capture anyone who tries to run!"

At Iron Head’s command, the Demon Suppression Army soldiers pounced from the Flying Boat like ravenous tigers, swiftly apprehending the fleeing Independent Cultivators.

Some of the Independent Cultivators had a few tricks up their sleeves, and Impact Boats had to be dispatched from the Flying Boat to finally catch them.