Dubhe City is sowhat different from other cities in the Holy Land.
In so remote areas, unless there are special circumstances, people in colorful robes will not appear at all.
And at most, the number of people in white robes does not exceed twenty.
But in Dubhe City, people in white robes are as common as stray dogs on the roadside.
And probably due to being unsightly, elsewhere you can see crocodile en people everywhere who are responsible for city defense chores, but here they are a lower race prohibited from entering the city.
Their ecological niche has been replaced by those in white robes.
Because of this, in a city that should have the tightest defenses, a not too big or small loophole has appeared, which is that neither increasing nor decreasing the number of white robes would be noticed by anyone.
One only needs to blend into a nurturing institution, make a few small adjustnts to the roster, and replace an unfortunate soul.
Then, with a few ans, one can discreetly blend into Dubhe City without attracting attention by muddling through the ceremony that bestows the god-given techniques.
The reason this is so easy is mainly due to Xiao Jing’s suspicious nature.
Even towards these prospective white robes who grew up in the nurturing institutions, taught by divine grace and theoretically absolutely loyal, he has no trust whatsoever.
Those dark-clothed divine envoys who ca to educate these children all have their faces covered and voices altered, rotating every half month.
The white robes being educated are the sa, with faces covered and voices altered while in class.
They strive to reach a perverse state where brothers do not recognize each other, sons do not know fathers, masters and disciples do not acknowledge each other, with hearts devoted solely to the Divine Monarch.
And upon graduating from the nurturing institution and becoming a white robe, although they no longer cover their faces, they are all dispersed and assigned to tasks across the Holy Land.
And even after assignnt, they must continue to be periodically rotated.
But even this is not enough, as these rotations have their own workings.
The rotations are determined randomly by spells, and those dark-clothed individuals responsible only handle records and issue transfer orders, without a shred of authority.
Not to ntion rembering nas, a totally rebellious act.
If one dares to rember nas today, they will dare to form factions tomorrow and rebel the day after!
This is extre disloyalty, and once discovered, it must be ruthlessly cracked down upon.
In short, any group behavior must be forbidden.
And because these divine envoys are of the Human Race, completely isolated from the tribes of the Holy Land.
Additionally, due to exclusive laws and suppression by colorful robes, this perverse system has been oddly functioning without major leaks.
Although the result is that these white and dark robes are basically not normal, all being extre perverts.
Out of ten, twelve could be shot, and still, eight would slip through the cracks.
But the Divine Monarch doesn’t care; he believes it’s for the better that everyone is so bad, the more they slander each other, the safer he is.
However, no plan is foolproof in this world.
Although Xiao Jing’s idea is good, this ntally ill ultimate sensitive racially-based system has overlooked one thing, or rather hasn’t fully accounted for one thing.
That is, what to do if outsiders co in.
What if the newcor is a despicable person who can both fight and refuse to die, engaging in petty theft over the years?
Especially since there might not be just one of these people...
And in fact, just relying on the blockade by dark energy and colorful robes is far from enough to deal with such a situation.
Though Qin Lang is not like Zhang Ze who is impervious to water and can reboot himself, nor like Lu Yuzhou who has the ans to steal the sky and exchange the moon.
In terms of clinging to life, delaying aging, he can be said to be a contemporary leader.
The impact of dark energy is maximally suppressed and covered by him, condensed in his Dantian, wrapped in vitality.
And the Gu insect branded as Six Path Talisman implanted in his body during the god-given ceremony, which is actually a golden Gu, is like a grandson seeing his grandfather, easily handled by him.
At this ti, under the skin on the back of his neck, a little green figure nestles, with eyebrows and eyes eight-tenths similar to Qin Lang, with the implanted golden Gu of the ceremony already transferred into the figure.
And this little figure constantly raises its hands, tears streaming down its face, singing a loyal hymn through the golden Gu to the lofty Baiyujing.
Therefore, Qin Lang did not lie; there really might not be soone more loyal than him in this Holy Land.
....
South of Dubhe City, on Fa Lu Street.
After finishing his boastful conversation with those temporary colleagues, Qin Lang walked alone, hands in pockets, chest lowered, respectfully keeping to the side.
Maintaining a smiling face, he remained silent when seeing peers in white robes and imdiately bowed and saluted when encountering those in higher-ranked dark robes.
Strictly adhering to the hierarchical rules, giving no excuse to anyone.
anwhile, he not only observed the city’s situation but also pondered about the Giant Turtle Zhulu and Baiyujing.
The location where Zhulu is held has been identified, but no good thod of entry has been found yet, and as for Baiyujing in the sky...
Qin Lang slightly raised his head, looking towards the center of Dubhe City, where a high tower lood.
A beam of light shot straight to the sky, with countless automatic flying ships shuttling up and down, traveling between the ’Sun’ in the sky and Dubhe City along the beam of light.
Qin Lang clearly saw that those flying ships, upon leaving the tower, would pass through so barrier and undergo so kind of verification.
At that mont, even Qin Lang himself felt a kind of danger, and such verification occurred over a hundred tis from Dubhe City to Baiyujing.
Qin Lang lowered his head again, temporarily abandoning the plan to infiltrate Baiyujing through that route.
He turned to ponder what Xiao Jing really intended to do.
Although not privy to the details, the flying ships constantly traveling between Baiyujing and Dubhe City carried all of the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures of the Holy Land.
Even soone like Li, after countless years, should be overwheld by consuming these treasures.
Yet, Baiyujing, or rather Xiao Jing, showed no signs of being overwheld.
’What spell is he actually practicing?’
’And speaking of, what’s going on on Valley City’s side?’
’Could it be the work of that kid Zhang Ze, and I wonder how Sect Leader Lu and Mr. Wei Zhuang are doing.’
’Hope they can also find their way here.’
’Once everything is over, we’ll definitely take all these Spirit Plants back to dicine King Valley. Ah, such good things, leaving them here would just be a waste.’
’No, this Holy Land is also a good place, we should tear down Dubhe City and use the entire area for farming.’
’Hmm, let’s do it...’
As Qin Lang pondered these random thoughts, he suddenly stopped walking.
A black-robed Divine Envoy appeared before him, blocking his path.
Compared to the white-robed beings who shared laughter earlier, the black-robed one had much less humanity.
"Where are you going? Show your credentials."
"To reply to Sir, this servant has recently received spells from the Divine Monarch today and has been allocated to grind dicinal herbs at No. 70 Phalu Street. I am about to resu work."
As Qin Lang spoke, he handed over his identity token and bowed, showing his neck.
The black robe glanced at the token, then inserted it into a Dharma Conch, suspending it at the back of Qin Lang’s neck.
The Dharma Conch checked where Qin Lang had gone and whom he had encountered.
Of course, the black robe inspecting had no authority to know this information.
He was rely responsible for holding and checking the Dharma Conch.
Thus, when the Dharma Conch emitted white light, he had not the slightest doubt.
Returning the token to Qin Lang, the black robe spoke, "There was an explosion at No. 70; investigation revealed it was caused by three traitors.
"From today, No. 70 is closed. All unrelated white robed should head to No. 351 Phalu Street to await orders. The Divine Monarch will arrange your remaining days."
His words contained loyalty and respect, without a trace of individual thought.
Qin Lang spoke little in return, reverently accepting the jade plaque with both hands, acknowledging it, and then retreated away.
Not turning around until he was ten steps away, he walked towards Phalu Street.
...
"A bit annoying, I just said my luck was pretty good, and now sothing goes wrong at this critical mont. I might need to be transferred sowhere else. I hope I won’t be assigned to a distant place," Qin Lang muttered to himself.
Unlike other white robed people eager to be sent to remote mountains to play lord all the ti.
Qin Lang, this loyal white robed individual, did not want to leave Dubhe City illuminated forever by the Divine Monarch’s radiance.
"Sad, why can’t they be as loyal as I am."
Qin Lang maintained a calm face, pondering strategies to remain here.
"Ah, if it truly doesn’t work, maybe I should rescue the old turtle and then run away and hide?"
Of course, though Qin Lang considered such things, he did not act impulsively, arriving at No. 351 Phalu Street, planning to first see what happens.
He did not wait long before receiving new tasks.
"Qin Qi, the Divine Monarch commands you to guard the pavilion at the Thirteenth Water Gate, assist the black-robed upper servant, inspect Dao Kou from Jia 20 to Jia 30, and ensure nothing goes wrong!"
Qin Lang hurriedly accepted the decree, overjoyed, indicating his love for being a security guard.
...
Outside Dubhe City.
Zhang Ze stood atop the mountain, suddenly feeling a sense of disorientation.
It seed as though he were playing Journey to the West, except this Journey to the West was dark, and he wasn’t aiming to beco a Stable Master nor to retrieve any True Scripture.
His sole objective was to lift the magnetic field to spin a million horses’ fists and smash that wretched hall.
Eliminating the false emperor was the ultimate goal.
As for himself, it felt like he wasn’t Sun Wukong, but the White Dragon Horse.
Yet the White Dragon Horse at most only carried Tang Sanzang and his three disciples in the song.
Whereas the people he now carried seed quite a lot.
Everyone, even including the bear who knew too much, and the shattered Valley City, had been packed away by Li’s divine techniques, carried along.
Moreover, Li hid inside Zhang Ze’s body.
Therefore, theoretically, Zhang Ze, being the boss now, had three stages.
Stage one was the Sword Sect youth, stage two was a square pig, the third stage was a busload of bread people...
Zhang Ze shook his head, ceasing to think about these random things, retreating from the mountaintop, heading toward another mountain slope.
After interrogating the surviving white robe from Valley City, he had grasped Dubhe City’s peculiar deanor, knowing entry required certain maneuvers.
Heading downhill, stood a small city, unmarked except for numbers beginning with Jia, known as Dao Kou.
Its main function was to distribute for Dubhe City, performing preliminary checks on returning white and black robes and supplies.
The defenses at these Dao Kous compared to Dubhe City were barely different from none.
Trying to enter the city unnoticed was difficult, but doing so at these Dao Kous outside was simple.
Zhang Ze infiltrated the Jia 25 Dao Kou, dedicated to soaking treasures, hence the entire Jia 25 Dao Kou was clammy, emitting a strange odor.
What Zhang Ze needed to do involved finding one person to substitute within the Jia 25 Dao Kou, joining the seafood conveyor team, entering the void exterior Dubhe City through the Thirteenth Water Gate.
"Delivering takeaway... I wonder, hmm, wonder if the security at the Thirteenth Water Gate is botherso,"
Rubbing his small hands, Zhang Ze grasped a lone white robe’s neck within a fish and beast processing building, rotating it one hundred eighty degrees.
A flash of starlight in his palm, eliminating the trace of the white robe, the golden Gu insect on the corpse’s neck incapable of reacting, held firmly by Zhang Ze.
Opening his palm, the golden Gu insect assimilated, turning into a viral-carrying, backdoored access badge.
Zhang Ze placed the golden Gu insect on the back of his neck, embedding it beneath the skin, letting it autonomously sing songs of loyalty.
He stepped forward, transforming into the white robe’s form, replacing him.
Quietly, Zhang Ze used skilled movents to handle the knife for slicing fish, deboning for gems, packing with stickers.
Anticipating a showdown with the Thirteenth Water Gate’s security crew.
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