Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 378 - 320: Contrarian Pill

Barbs Pill: After taking it, the user gains Copper Skin and Iron Bones, capable of deflecting fifty percent of damage from any force. Side effect: Please protect your mouth; it will refute everything said by those around at any time, attracting hostility, with any damage to the mouth being reflected tenfold on the body.

In the Sea of Consciousness, the Artifact Spirit was punching and kicking at the Ping.

Han Yu was carefully examining the Pill, as if expecting to find something extraordinary, but after a long look, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

The restriction remained at seven days.

He found it hard to believe that the Ping was truly slacking off. Initially, taking a Pill a day was all about reviving as soon as possible.

One can’t simply forget their roots just because life gets a bit easier, right?

Han Yu still suspected that something might have changed during its recent slumber, something he wasn’t aware of yet.

On the other end, the Artifact Spirit seemed exhausted, lying down as if its soul were lost, extremely aggrieved.

If the Ping really insisted on a Pill every three days, it would be even more of a distant dream to gather a complete Spirit Body.

One can’t always encounter a Qi Fortune Child or a Talent Divine Power User; the steady stream of resources depends on sharing the Pills from the Ping.

Han Yu took a last look at the Pill, licking his lips.

The Pill was indeed wonderful.

But, if you take my suggestion, I’d prefer not to take it.

Outside Pingyang City, due to the Luoxing Sect, there was evidently a much larger crowd today.

Groups of ordinary Martial Artists as well as commoners entering the city together weren’t the only ones; various Cultivators who had just reached the Divine Spring Realm were also present.

The city gates had checkpoints, and anyone wishing to enter had to queue in two lines, slowly proceeding to register before being allowed entry.

Dozens of Palace Guards stood solemnly on the sides, while the scribes on both sides were busy to the point of exhaustion.

A few ordinary Martial Artists brazenly tried to cut in line, only to be immediately stopped.

"What are you doing? We’re here to participate in the Luoxing Sect’s recruitment."

This burly man was tall and sturdy, with his face moving as he spoke, even causing the scribes to feel disdain.

Does this guy think he can become a Cultivator?

He nearly couldn’t resist suggesting that they head to the Southern Border, with that behavior they might as well join an Evil Sect directly.

Behind this burly man, the other three didn’t seem like good people either.

Soon, they started to make noise, causing some Palace Guards to frown and step forward. They were already fed up with gate duty these past days, and now these troublemakers dared to make a scene.

One Palace Guard patted the long saber at his waist, a gust of True Essence swept through, causing them to stagger, "If you won’t follow the rules, then get out; keep making noise and we’ll lock you up in the Government Office’s cell for three days."

With the Palace Guards’ intervention, the group fell silent and quietly moved to the back of the line.

"Name...?"

The scribes continuously wrote, progressing with the crowd; it was almost the turn of the burly men.

At this moment, another Palace Guard hurriedly arrived, carrying a large pile of wanted posters. He was following Du Nanyuan’s orders to prevent any criminals from sneaking through.

As the scribe registered names, he matched them to the posters.

Sure enough, with this method revealed, some in the line turned pale and stealthily left.

For the Palace Guards, keeping watch at the gate, this was a delightful turn of events.

"Stop!"

A Palace Guard sternly ordered.

"Only a fool would stop."

The burly man spit, overturned a table, and fled.

Suddenly, chaos erupted outside the city, filled with shouts, rebukes, and the sound of a chase.

It was Han Yu’s first time witnessing such a lively event, as he silently watched from the crowd.

For Cultivators to catch ordinary people, it was as easy as pie.

In no time, the runners had their legs broken and were thrown together.

Palace Guards compared each to the wanted posters, their faces twitching.

"What do you know, they’re either bandits or thieves, even murderers."

Were they truly planning to sneak away and escape justice?

"What are you doing? I’m here to join the Luoxing Sect, you can’t arrest me."

The bandit from earlier was still shouting in defiance at the Palace Guards.

He had been hiding for over a year and finally heard of a Sect that would take anyone, so he rushed over from afar.

Hoping to use the Cultivator Sect to protect himself.

The Palace Guard watching over them couldn’t help but sneer, using the flat of his blade to strike the man’s face.

"Do you think becoming a Cultivator exempts you from the law? You’re mistaken; no matter if you join a Sect, we’ll pull you out for execution the moment you violate state law."

Just after this strong declaration from the Palace Guard, an angry rebuke came from the skies.

"What bold words."

Everyone looked up to see a man in his sixties descending from the sky, flying.

Behind him followed a large group of Sword Controlling Cultivators, numbering in the hundreds.

They cast a dark shadow, and though their Cultivation levels weren’t clear, their aura was impressive.

Xiahou Jie was already discontent with Pingyang Prefecture’s actions. He didn’t expect that shortly after, he’d receive news from a disciple that said Pingyang Prefecture was arresting examinees coming to participate in the opening ceremony.

This infuriated him, feeling it was utterly unbearable.

He wouldn’t mind registering the opening ceremony, but detaining examinees irked him, now they were capturing future recruits too.

Those who came were all potential disciples of his Sect, future lifeblood for Luoxing Sect.

Upon landing, Xiahou Jie sneered sarcastically at the Cultivator who had spoken earlier, "When did your Guardian Mansion become so bold, claiming you’d arrest them even if they joined my Sect?"

With these words, a Divine Gaze Great Perfection aura erupted, trying to suppress the opposition.

The Palace Guard was quite resilient, with an Other Shore Realm cultivation, stubbornly enduring despite being two large realms apart.

This made Xiahou Jie frown, unable to fathom their current source of confidence.

He disliked Pingyang Prefecture acting as if they were equals. If even a Palace Guard dared to defy him, what about that rascal Du Nanyuan? Would he now dare to ride roughshod over him?

"Let me teach you properly on behalf of your Guardian."

Xiahou Jie intended to assert his authority.

If they didn’t instill some discipline, who would come to Luoxing Sect in the future? 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He well knew the type of people interested in joining Sects, yet he didn’t care.

Since Sect development was challenging, it would be made up for in numbers.

He indeed operated like this; Luoxing Sect ascended from a third-rate to a second-rate Sect, supported by over two thousand Cultivators.

In terms of sheer numbers, his branch didn’t fall short compared to the Nine Sects.

As the situation escalated, more Palace Guards surrounded them.

"Bring as many as you like, it won’t matter."

Xiahou Jie coldly extended his hand, True Essence surging, cold winds howling, while the Palace Guards could barely endure; but the commoners and small Cultivators queueing up couldn’t withstand it, rubbing their hands together for warmth.

In bright sunlight, it was as cold as deep winter.

"So you’re the one claiming numbers don’t matter, yes?"

Just as Xiahou Jie prepared to act, a squad emerged from the city with precise, rapid steps.