It was the height of summer, the sun was blazing, and the cicadas were chirping incessantly.
Yin Ming strolled towards the back mountain of the Divine Realm. The patrolling disciples saw that it was him who was changing shifts and immediately waved to him.
"Junior Brother Yin, you've arrived."
Yin Ming smiled back and replied gently, "Senior Brother Ji."
After exchanging a few casual pleasantries, Senior Brother Ji left the back mountain, while Yin Ming sat down at the patrol post, releasing his divine sense to completely cover the entire back mountain.
This is much like a security guard at the entrance of a residential community, constantly monitoring everything within his area on a surveillance computer.
The only difference is that the computer has been replaced by the human brain.
It's said that becoming a security guard at twenty can save you forty years of hard work, but unexpectedly, Yin Ming found himself in a job he hadn't even had a chance to experience in reality after transmigrating into the book.
This feeling, how should I put it, is very novel.
Today was another uneventful day. Yin Ming rested his chin on his hand, bored, and his mind drifted back to the storyteller's tales about the demon race.
I didn't expect Lingyao to unify the demon race so quickly. In the original work, this should have happened after he fused the spiritual and resentful energies.
Perhaps it's because he's now strong enough that the storyline has progressed ahead of schedule.
These things will all happen eventually anyway, sooner or later.
Yin Ming wasn't worried that Ling Yao would immediately march on the God Clan after unifying the Demon Clan. He was certain that he would only take action after fusing his true energy.
After all, there is still a reclusive master in the Divine Realm who has reached the peak of the ninth realm, and Lingyao is not yet able to defeat him.
Speaking of which, Yin Ming has been in the Divine Realm for a month now, and he really can't understand why the gap between the gods and demons is so deep.
After all, the two races look exactly the same; the only difference is the type of true energy they use.
Suddenly, Yin Ming had a flash of inspiration. Could this be the legendary regional discrimination?
But since the two tribes have already used the Wangdu Sea as a boundary and are keeping to themselves...
So here's the question: isn't his patrolling here a bit redundant?
Otherwise, who are they trying to prevent? Given the divine realm's transcendent status among the gods, why would they be afraid of someone sneaking in and causing trouble?
Yin Ming never expected that his criticism would be immediately proven wrong.
In an inconspicuous corner covered by divine sense, a sneaky old man appeared out of nowhere.
A fierce glint flashed across his scarred face, and then he raised the strange magical artifact in his hand and smashed it hard into the air in front of him.
A transparent barrier suddenly appeared, and ripples spread outwards from the spot where he hit it.
The old man increased his strength, but he still couldn't break through that transparent barrier.
A few breaths later, a bright light suddenly flashed across the barrier, and the old man was immediately sent flying two or three meters away as if he had been kicked hard, before crashing to the ground.
The old man struggled to sit up, but suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.
Even so, he still stubbornly got up and continued what he had been doing.
Looking at his swaying body, Yin Ming was even more confused. Why did he still insist on going when he was like this?
"Who dares to trespass on the back mountain of my divine realm?" Yin Ming quickly flew through the air and landed in the area where the old man was.
The old man's eyes instantly turned sinister the moment he saw him.
Yin Ming blinked in confusion. This must be their first meeting, right?
Why does this old man look so bitter and resentful? What did he do to offend him?
The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, muttered a curse under his breath, and then turned to leave.
Yin Ming clearly heard him say, "The people of the Divine Realm are all bad!"
Yin Ming, who was inexplicably scolded, was completely baffled. What was that all about?
If you're so capable, then explain yourself clearly!
The old man was already frail and old, and now he was injured by the backlash of the barrier. When he moved, his broken body was as precarious as a candle flickering in the wind.
Yin Ming couldn't bear to see him like this, so he quickly stepped forward and supported him.
Anyway, this old man is just a commoner with no cultivation, so Yin Ming doesn't need to worry about him doing anything ungrateful.
Furthermore, judging from what he just said, Yin Ming felt that he shouldn't be a bad person.
Perhaps the people of the Divine Realm did something to wrong him, which is why he hates the Divine Realm and consequently has a bad temper towards Yin Ming.
Caught off guard, the old man's arm was grabbed, and he trembled like a startled rabbit, but the words he uttered were anything but polite.
"You beasts, worse than pigs and dogs, what do you want to do to me now!"
Yin Ming raised an eyebrow. "You're cursing so fiercely, do you really have that much hatred?"
The old man struggled to shake off Yin Ming's hand, and Yin Ming, seeing that the other man really didn't want his help, let go of his hand.
Unexpectedly, the old man lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Yin Ming was so frightened that he immediately took a few steps back. It was the man who refused Yin Ming's help, so he couldn't possibly try to extort money from him, could he?
Fortunately, the old man only paused for a second, muttered another curse, and then struggled to stand up.
Yin Ming sighed, feeling rather apologetic, and took out a bottle of low-grade Soul Nourishing Pills, tossing it in front of him.
"You were just attacked by the backlash from the barrier. This is medicine that can heal your internal injuries."
"Hmph, what a hypocrite." The old man didn't appreciate it at all, and instead said this.
"Oh, so be it. Anyway, I've given you the medicine. Whether you take it or not is up to you."
Yin Ming crossed his arms and said leisurely, "If you leave this injury untreated, it will only get worse. And this bottle of pills is probably worth about five hundred jade stones on the market."
Having said all he wanted to say, Yin Ming turned and walked back to the area behind the mountain.
The waist tag he wore flashed a light as he passed through the barrier, allowing him to penetrate it.
A hint of hesitation flashed across the old man's fierce face. He looked up at Yin Ming, who was walking away with his back to him, and clenched his fist.
The old man reached out and put the bottle of Soul-Nourishing Pills into his pocket. He then staggered to his feet and slowly walked away from the place along the mountain path.
Yin Ming, who had sensed everything through his divine sense, chuckled and shook his head helplessly. This old man was a bit stubborn, but he was also quite pragmatic.
As for why Yin Ming brought up the price of the Soul Nourishing Pill at the end—the old man's clothes were tattered, so where would he get the money to buy more?
***
As night fell, Yin Ming greeted the disciples who came to relieve him and then headed towards his residence.
The sticky feeling on his body made him very uncomfortable. Yin Ming fetched some water and washed up in the room, which made him feel a little refreshed.
Just as he was sitting at the tea table drying his hair, Long Cheng burst in.
"Brother Ming, I'm back from training. Let's go eat!"
"Wait, didn't you see my hair is still wet?" Yin Ming retorted with dissatisfaction. This guy, all he does is eat all day long.
"Oh, then go after you've finished getting your hair done," Long Cheng replied, sitting down opposite him.
But even though that's what he said, after sitting down he tapped the table lightly with a slightly anxious look, making a series of 'knock knock knock' sounds.
The sound annoyed Yin Ming, and he immediately glanced at Long Cheng with a disgruntled look, without interrupting.
"I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush. Even if you're late, you'll still get some food. You won't starve."
Long Cheng was about to say that if they went too late, there wouldn't be any good food left, when he suddenly looked up and saw Yin Ming's face, and was immediately stunned.
Yin Ming looked back at him, puzzled, while Long Cheng looked away, somewhat embarrassed.
"Ming-ge, has anyone ever told you that you're quite delicate?"
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