Ning An's Wild Wish System

"Old man, aside from her, there should be a male trafficker too, right?"

The old man shook his head, "I don’t know, I’ve never seen him."

Damn!

The lead police officer immediately felt that something was wrong and quickly looked around.

Everywhere his gaze landed, villagers were scratching their heads and smiling innocently, as if that person didn’t exist at all.

Some bold villagers even spoke up with a simple-minded demeanor.

"Officer, don’t joke with us. We’ve never seen any man; only this woman came here."

"Yeah, that’s right. With so many of us here, would we really be lying?"

"Officer, you’re wronging us. If a man really came here, how could we not know? Would we hide it from you?"

"I testify that only one woman came here; I haven’t seen any man. If you don’t believe me, ask her."

The villagers were referring, of course, to the female trafficker who had been out and about less recently.

The lead officer turned to look, only to see that she had already been tortured into unconsciousness, even with half her tongue missing.

What the hell is she supposed to say!

"Alright then, since it’s like this, I’ll leave for now."

Naturally, the lead officer understood what was going on, but she was helpless.

She could only call her team members to lift the woman into the car, then step on the gas and leave the village.

As the police car drove away, the naive expressions on the villagers’ faces disappeared.

The smile on the old man’s face turned sinister, and he rasped, "They won’t let this go easily. Make sure you deal with that man thoroughly."

Immediately, a strong man patted his chest, "Don’t worry, Uncle. Our village’s two fish ponds and that pigsty will ensure he disappears without a trace, leaving no evidence for the police."

"That’s good."

The old man nodded, his expression unchanged, as if this sort of thing was all too common.

"Alright, nothing to see here, everyone go home."

Despite the bright sun overhead, the village felt no warmth.

...

Mountain and Sea Mountain Range, Shaoyang Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there’s a town with several thousand people, still the same as before.

Like other places, the locals here also live off of the mountains.

With the local thriving tourism industry, the whole village has prospered.

Such days have lasted for over a decade, and while the town’s residents aren’t wealthy, they are free from worry about food and clothing.

However, these good days in the town came to an end last month.

Officials suddenly announced that Shaoyang Mountain, which they relied on, would be designated under military management.

Apart from specific areas, town residents could still go up the mountain and gather herbs.

But aside from the town residents, no other individuals were allowed in the mountain; otherwise, they would face a military court!

This move undoubtedly cut off the town’s source of income.

Everyone was outraged, organizing several petitions whether to the town, the county, or even the city, seeking an explanation.

But no matter where they went, local officials received them politely and escorted them away with equal politeness.

These officials were powerless too; the policy came straight from the Capital City. They weren’t even provincial officials, how could they do anything!

A red-tape document, was it even within their purview!

...

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

On Shaoyang Mountain, in a quiet room, Zhang Yuanyi was debating Daoist Skill with Lin Nanbei.

Hearing the bell, Lin Nanbei paused the debate, bowed, and said, "Daoist friend, let’s break for dinner and resume afterward."

"Alright, it should be so." Zhang Yuanyi returned the gesture politely.

Zhang Yuanyi himself is a true member of the Zhengyi Sect, a Celestial Master from Dragon Tiger Mountain, highly skilled in Daoist Arts, and of noble status, beyond question.

Although Lin Nanbei is a younger generation, he has been nurtured by the officials and advanced no less in Daoist Arts, making them good friends despite the age gap.

Of course, Zhang Yuanyi knew he was an official plant to ensure the Daoist School here was under governmental control.

Not only the Zhengyi, but the Quanzhen also had an official plant, that being Li Jingye.

The two walked out together; this area was filled with quiet rooms.

Soon after they left, another quiet room stirred, and two old Daoists with youthful vigor emerged.

The relatively younger one had wrinkled skin but keen eyes, with an air of presence in his every movement. He was the Sect Leader of the Celestial Heart Sect, Song Liang.

"Elder brother."

Although he was older, his status was automatically a step lower than the Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain. Upon seeing Zhang Yuanyi, he bowed immediately.

"You’re too kind, younger brother. We’re all family. How go your Daoist practices lately?" Zhang Yuanyi responded with a question.

"I don’t dare say I have insights. Coming here, I feel like a fleeting mayfly in the presence of the sun and moon, small at heart."

Exchanging simple pleasantries, the group headed to the dining hall together.

Along the way, many Daoist Masters in robes passed by, a contrast of yin and yang, fullness and emptiness.

Although it appeared bustling, a closer look revealed a clear division into two sects.

Distinctly, the Zhengyi Sect and the Quanzhen Sect.

Shortly after the cultivation of mutated fruits and vegetables, the officials took immediate action.

A document was sent out to all Daoist Sects, requiring each to send outstanding disciples to the Capital City for official training.

After a brief orientation in the Capital City, they were all sent to the Mountain and Sea Mountain Range, using Shaoyang Mountain as their retreat.