I Am Your Natural Enemy

"Then I don’t know, I just heard it when I was young and found it interesting, so I remembered it.

When I heard this story, my master ancestor also taught me to remember, easy to be soft-mouthed when eating others’ food, short-handed when receiving others’ goods.

As for whether the story is true, how would I know."

"Is that how you interpret your story?"

"Yeah."

Wen Yan glanced at Qin Banliang, thinking, even if the story isn’t true, there’s some truth in it.

This passage money is probably real.

But, can this money even buy passage in Nanyang?

And it directly bought the Nether Path.

That’s somewhat absurd, right?

Moreover, the Black Box didn’t know about this, which proves there’s probably no clear record of it in the Scorching Sun Department’s database either.

The Black Box is far superior to ordinary artificial intelligence, it couldn’t possibly not know about something this important.

So, who is the person arranging this method here?

This guy seems quite capable, and definitely knows about Qin Banliang and the passage money.

First, he tied up several sorcerers at the port, trying to stop them from landing on the island.

After a stretch of the journey, he buried this method on a necessary path.

How much does he not want those lost souls to land on the island?

Since the other side vehemently opposes, and cares so much, then all the more reason to land on the island.

No need to think, it’s the pawnbroker, there are actual assets on this large island.

Wen Yan thought they were like Chihuahuas, the further away, the louder the barking, acting fearless.

Once they get closer, a stick could smack their heads, they’d shut up and play dead immediately.

Now it seems we’ve hit their sore spot, they’re so anxious, daring not to confront directly, yet trying every means to prevent the lost souls from landing on the island.

Thinking of this, Wen Yan took out his phone, issued a task to the Black Box.

"Find all repaired intersections between yesterday and today in Nanyang."

"Your authorization is insufficient, this requires personal authorization and operation from the General Director."

Wen Yan took out his phone and called the General Director.

Is this matter extremely sensitive? Requires such high authorization?

He briefed the General Director on the situation encountered, the General Director simply responded with a mumbled reply.

Ten minutes later, a notification appeared on his phone.

From yesterday to today, throughout Nanyang, there were repairs at twenty-seven intersections.

And among these, there are four that match the repair location of this intersection in front of him.

These five places are all not far from the port.

Each of those ports is slightly larger ports.

And these five places are on five different islands or peninsulas.

Wen Yan is now on one of those islands.

He examined carefully, then contrasted the list, these five islands are also on his intended list.

One of these islands has already been visited by Yan Zhikong, he has transcended the sorcerer there.

Since Yan Zhikong has already visited, why defense?

Defense against what?

Wen Yan thought for a bit, put away his phone, maybe turn the tables on them?

The Yin Qi here is dense, fog thick, outsiders, even if monitoring, likely can’t see through the situation here.

Wen Yan still sought confirmation from a Taoist like Yan Zhikong, who said, definitely can’t see through, this isn’t merely fog, this is Yin Qi combined with resentful energy, excessively dense water vapor formed, thermal imaging can’t penetrate a few meters.

Even for him, opening the magic eye, could at most see through ten meters.

Confirming this, Wen Yan buried the Qin Banliang back into the ground.

He made another call to Feng Wei, sought professional advice, confirmed no problems.

Then bade farewell to Yan Zhikong, asking him to watch this place for reactions.

Issued another task to the Black Box.

Then Wen Yan led the army of lost souls, embarked on this path, all lost souls followed him.

The path indeed started to flicker, the Nether Path aroused, Wen Yan stepped into the Nether Path, the army of lost souls on the road followed and entered the Nether Path, disappearing.

Gradually, the fog covering several miles in radius here began to disperse, celestial phenomena affected the sky, also dissipating.

Tens of thousands of lost souls filled with resentment, all vanished.

In the Nether Path, Wen Yan took out an oil lamp from his backpack, lit it with Yang Energy.

Holding the oil lamp in one hand, the other hand holding the little lost soul, walking in the Nether Path, behind him dense lost souls holding the little lost soul’s hand, one linking another, walking in the Nether Path.

Outside, fog dispersed, news of lost souls disappearing, quickly verified by those monitoring.

Yan Zhikong honestly said, only saw those lost souls walking and walking, then couldn’t perceive them anymore.

When people arrived later, Yan Zhikong was still pretending to calculate something, impressed despite confusion, but claiming nothing calculated at all.

He truly didn’t calculate anything, didn’t know from where Wen Yan found the courage to walk the Nether Path, why must walk the Nether Path.

When he descended, one forbidden thing, was not allowed to walk the Nether Path.

Elsewhere, same room, the elder pushed open the door.

"Boss, confirmed, those lost souls are gone, but the martial artist named Wen Yan also disappeared, it’s somewhat troublesome."

"Don’t worry about the Blood Tree Forest, let it attract everyone’s attention.

Accelerate the construction speed of the key places.

Within three months, must all be built.

Tell Ah Mei’s old immortal, having taken so many benefits, he also needs to contribute."

The young man flicked his finger, a piece of packaging more exquisite than those sent to Divine Land, gold foil chocolate fell into the elder’s hand.

"Did a great job this time, here’s extra bonus."

"Thank you, boss, I’ll get it done." The elder took the gold foil chocolate, eyes clarity brightened, one piece equated to a year, unlike those sent to Divine Land.

Just when they thought everything resolved, starting to wrap up, moving to other matters, forces across places began gathering, Nanyang Union people prepared to haggle with the Scorching Sun Department.

Seventeen hundred kilometers away from Kali Island where Wen Yan disappeared, another large island.

Not far from an intersection on a dim road, a faint but penetrating firelight emerged, with dense Yin Qi arising, the rich water vapor here, stimulated, began rapidly condensing into fog, covering the area.

In the sky, water vapor began converging into clouds, veiling the stars and moonlight.

In the thick fog, Wen Yan single-handedly holding an oil lamp, seemingly appeared out of nowhere on the road.