Song Jiao held a long sword and killed the guard who was blocking her way with one sword.
The sword flashed, blood splattered everywhere, and the man fell on his back before he could even scream.
She walked into the city gate without hesitation, looking at this seemingly prosperous but strange city with a stern expression.
On both sides of the street, there were ragged civilians everywhere, their faces were pale, and there was a bit of numbness and despair in their eyes.
However, when she turned her gaze to the tavern nearby, she saw a completely different scene: the guests sitting inside were all wearing gold and silver jewelry, and some were even surrounded by several cultivators, their expressions full of pride and arrogance.
Song Jiao frowned. She was unhappy about the extreme gap between the rich and the poor and the chasm between cultivators and ordinary people.
It’s really a world of shitty things, and it didn’t disappoint at all.
It’s bad enough that they draw a line to create a prison. They’ve already divided the territory between the void and humans, yet they still do this?
She slowly looked around, and suddenly, a burst of orderly footsteps broke the silence of the street.
A fully armed army came from not far away, led by a burly and menacing man.
Unlike the previous guards, this leading man did not attack immediately after seeing Song Jiao.
He looked Song Jiao up and down with sharp eyes, then revealed a respectful look and said in a deep voice: "My fellow Daoist, if you want to enter the city, you only need to demonstrate your cultivation. Why hurt others' lives?"
Hearing this, Song Jiao glanced at him coldly, with an unquestionable domineering tone: "Ordinary people, who have nothing, are just waiting to die outside?"
The man seemed to be surprised by Song Jiao's direct questioning. He was stunned for a moment, then explained, "Fellow Daoist, you have misunderstood. We have always respected cultivators and have no demands on them. However, the city's resources are limited, and we are also trying to protect the city's order and stability."
"Protection? Stability?" Song Jiao sneered. "Look at these ordinary people struggling to survive on the streets, and then look at those cultivators enjoying themselves in the tavern. Is this what you call protection and stability?"
The man was speechless and the atmosphere became tense for a moment.
The surrounding soldiers clenched their weapons, but no one dared to act rashly.
Song Jiao's cultivation was unfathomable, and they knew they were no match for her.
This world has stopped functioning now. The thought of turning such a world into a world of faith gives me a headache!
She ignored him and turned around and left.
The guard beside him looked at Song Jiao walking away, then turned to look at his commander and asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Boss, are we really just going to let her go like this?"
The commander glared at him and said solemnly, "Are you afraid of dying? That woman exudes the aura of the Void Demonic Land. To have traveled back from there, it would be impossible without some real skills."
After hearing this, the guards exchanged glances with each other and tacitly chose to remain silent.
After all, the immortal cultivators are now the masters here.
At this time, Song Jiao had already found an inn. She glanced around indifferently, then walked straight into the inn.
After entering the room, she immediately began to meditate and regulate her breathing, while using her spiritual sense to explore the current situation of this world.
She discovered that the world seemed to have stopped turning, and was divided into two extremes by a mysterious force: one side was eternal night, and the other side was eternal day.
Places without sunlight have become the nests of void monsters. These terrifying creatures roar in the darkness, making people shudder.
Human beings are squeezed between these two extremes and are struggling to survive.
Song Jiao also discovered that the human area of this world has been divided into five parts, each controlled by five powerful immortal alliances.
These immortal alliances check and balance each other, forming a delicate balance.
However, the cultivators in this world seem to have lost their former pursuits.
In the past, cultivators practiced hard just to be able to ascend to the immortal world one day.
But now, with no way to ascend to heaven, cultivating immortality seems to have lost its meaning. People have begun to pursue immortality, just to enjoy the pleasures of this world.
Song Jiao couldn't help but sneer. She knew in her heart that the world had become distorted and decadent.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Song Jiao frowned and asked coldly, "Who?"
The person outside the door seemed startled by her tone, but still replied respectfully: "Sir, I am the waiter of the inn. I would like to bring you some tea."
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao stood up.
She opened the door and saw a timid waiter standing at the door with a pot of tea in his hand.
She took the hot water and said lightly, "Thank you."
Then he slammed the door.
The waiter stood at the door for a long time before he came to his senses.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and thought to himself, "This guest is really scary!"
In the early morning of the day, the sun shone through the mist and the whole town was still immersed in tranquility.
Song Jiao plans to find something that can repair the world today. Although the world is very garbage, there are also innocent people.
However, as soon as she stepped out of the inn, she ran into five or six people in different clothes.
They were obviously from different immortal alliances, and each of them looked at Song Jiao with anticipation and scrutiny.
"Miss, you seem to be very powerful. How about joining our Immortal Alliance?" A middle-aged man in a blue robe spoke first, his tone revealing a hint of pride.
Song Jiao just raised her eyes slightly, glanced at these people, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Not interested!"
She turned around and left without hesitation, not giving these people any face at all.
These people were annoyed by Song Jiao's indifferent attitude. They thought that with their reputation and strength in the Immortal Alliance, they could easily convince this seemingly powerful woman.
However, Song Jiao's refusal made them feel humiliated.
"Stop!" a woman in red clothes shouted sternly. She flashed and stood in front of Song Jiao. "What's your attitude? We in the Immortal Alliance think highly of you and invited you to join. Don't be ungrateful!"
Others also gathered around and stared at Song Jiao with unfriendly expressions, as if they were going to take her away by force if she didn't agree.
Song Jiao faced the siege of the crowd without any fear.
She was about to teach these people a lesson, but suddenly she felt a gentle force coming from the side, pushing everyone away.
A gentle woman appeared in front of Song Jiao. She was wearing a green long dress and looked at Song Jiao with a smile on her face. "Sister, don't be so cold. As long as you are willing to join our Immortal Alliance, you can choose anything in our Immortal Alliance! You can also choose anyone you want!"
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