Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don t Call Me a Demon!

Chapter 99 - 15: Dong Hongtian (50,000 words, please subscribe)

Chapter 99: Chapter 15: Dong Hongtian (50,000 words, please subscribe)

When all the Spiritual Power within the body compressed from gas to liquid, it ultimately triggered a qualitative change.

The Sixth Level of Yunling Realm was achieved.

Su Jie slowly opened his eyes, and in a flash, the Spiritual Energy Divine Light flashed through his eyes and shot meters into the void.

Feeling the booming Life Force inside him, which was seven to eight times stronger than before, advancing from the Fifth to the Sixth Level of the Yunling Realm was the cultivator’s first qualitative change.

The next qualitative change would have to wait until the Ten Levels of Yunling Realm, when advancing to the Secret Realm.

Reaching the Sixth Level of Yunling Realm also meant that Su Jie’s cultivation had reached the entry standard for an inner disciple of Ghost Ridge Palace.

“Taking off now,”

Su Jie’s lips curved into a smile. He wasn’t just saying it—his body actually took flight, quietly floating in the air.

Flying without the aid of any external items is generally something only the Secret Realm Elders could achieve, but through sharing the abilities of the Thousand-Handed Centipede, Su Jie had also mastered flying.

However, Su Jie’s flight should be called hovering or gliding—he could freely hover off the ground and also glide swiftly from high places, controlling his posture in the air.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t fly, but his flying speed was only a pitiful ten meters per second, which compared to the soaring of the Thousand-Handed Centipede was virtually crawling.

“At least it’s a flying ability,”

Su Jie comforted himself. Against enemies who couldn’t fly, even though it was slow, he could still leave them staring.

He was satisfied with the gains from this breakthrough.

The Thousand-Handed Centipede had advanced to Mid Grade Four Refinements, and he had successfully broken through to the Sixth Level of Yunling Realm.

Although his cultivation was just the entry standard for an inner disciple, in a real fight, there probably weren’t many inner disciples at Ghost Ridge Palace who could defeat Su Jie.

He got up, packed up the White Bone Tree, and walked back toward Zhenning City.

…

“Boss, bring on the good wine and dishes,”

Inside an inn in Zhenning City.

Having just broken through, Su Jie was somewhat hungry and it was a good time to eat something here.

“Right away, young master, please wait a moment,”

The waiter hurriedly wiped clean the table and chairs, smiling as he went to the kitchen to pass the order.

Because Su Jie had worn some makeup, and the wanted poster was not very accurate, he was not afraid of being recognized.

Soon, dishes and drinks were served.

Su Jie sat by the window on the second floor, pouring and drinking by himself, when suddenly he heard several noisy shouts coming from the street.

“Catch him, don’t let him escape,”

A few beggars scrambled out from a street corner followed by a group of constables chasing to capture them.

“The beggars are being driven away… Hmm, that’s not right,”

Su Jie’s eyes shifted slightly, not noticing in his earlier rush, and now he realized that the migrants who had stopped in the city had vanished without a trace.

Several days ago, there were a large number of refugees in the city.

“Waiter, come here.”

Su Jie waved to call the waiter over, threw a few copper coins, and asked, “I’ve been away for a few days. Why are there so few refugees in the city now? Could it be that some wealthy family has opened their granary to distribute food and porridge, and the refugees have all rushed over there?”

The waiter’s eyes lit up as he quickly collected the copper coins and replied, “It’s not as you think, young master. These days, who would distribute porridge? The rich families would rather hoard all the grain and wait for the prices to rise before selling.

This follows the great victory at the Golden Sand River, where multiple Righteous Sects collaborated to defeat the Ghost Ridge Palace’s slave trading fleet. Later, investigations revealed that those human slaves were refugees.

To prevent the refugees from being sold again, these Righteous Sects came forward together, pressing the local government to gather the refugees, so they wouldn’t be captured by Ghost Ridge Palace again.”

“The government is involved in this?”

Su Jie, incredulous, considering the current administrative level of the Da Li Dynasty, those officials didn’t seem the type to manage refugees at all. If they wanted to manage, they would have done so long before now.

“Several Righteous Sects, especially the Guan Chao Pavilion, intervened. Even in Qingzhou, this sect is extremely prestigious, so the government has to give them face.”

Su Jie furrowed his brow and asked, “How does the government manage the refugees?”

The waiter looked around cautiously, lowered his voice, and said, “Jingzhou has been severely affected by disasters. The government has mobilized the army to send all the captured refugees back to Jingzhou. Once the refugees are in the Jingzhou area, Qingzhou no longer has jurisdiction over them. To prevent them from coming back, the Qingzhou Army has set up quarantine walls at the state border. Anyone who dares to force their way through is shot with arrows.”

“So despicable.”

Su Jie furrowed his brow again. Such measures were akin to treating human lives like grass, and it was hard to imagine that a dynasty would do such a thing to its own people.

“Isn’t that the truth?”

The waiter also sounded indignant, “I heard that because of this, Jingzhou has also started mobilizing its army, standing off against Qingzhou, unwilling to receive these refugees.”

“Truly shameless, acting like irresponsible landlords.”

A cold snort, not from Su Jie, but from a nearby dining table, broke the silence.

A man in a blue long robe with a sword at his waist and a beard around his jaws slammed the table and stood up, his voice booming like thunder.

The waiter was so startled he nearly fell to the ground.

“This brother, I accidentally overheard your conversation, and it’s truly infuriating. The current court is utterly decadent and certainly not worthy of our allegiance as chivalrous warriors of Jianghu.”

The bearded man looked at Su Jie, took the initiative to clasp his fists, his face still flushed with anger.

Su Jie also stood up and clasped his hands in return, saying, “It appears you are also a man of great generosity. The Da Li Dynasty has accumulated too many vices, five hundred years of reign fallen to this day, akin to the slowly setting sun heading towards its final descent, pitiful are the common people of this realm.”

“It seems there are still many perceptive people! Haha, how should I address you? I am Dong Hongtian, hailing from Lanzhou, passing through this place in my journey.”

Dong Hongtian, sensing a kindred spirit in Su Jie, took a seat at Su Jie’s table and said to the waiter, “Bring some good wine and dishes, it’s rare to meet a confidante, today I shall treat you, and we must drink to our hearts’ content.”

“Xu Changqing, also on a journey here, quite the coincidence.”

Su Jie did not reveal his true name, as he was still wanted, and if his identity as a member of Ghost Ridge Palace ever leaked, at least he wouldn’t be suspected.

“So, it’s Brother Xu, pleased to meet you.”

Dong Hongtian, clearly a straightforward man, sat down, clinked glasses with Su Jie, and boisterously said, “You must have also heard about the recent battle at the Golden Sand River and came here on purpose. It’s a pity I missed that major event; even if I wasn’t strong enough, I would have drawn my sword to slay demons and exterminate those slave-trading Demon Cultivators.”

Su Jie smiled, his expression full of longing, “Yes! Recently, the biggest matter in Qingzhou is this event, the battle at the Golden Sand River where the Demon Cultivators fled in disarray, truly exhilarating.”