Instructor

Tu Shan Jun relied on his superb movement technique and his sensitivity to auras to avoid being blocked by the constables of Heavenly Mechanism City.

Though he did not know why these cultivators were running, as a newcomer who understood nothing, he chose to run as well.

Perhaps the constables of Heavenly Mechanism City now were much like that dreamlike past life of his...

After crossing the alley, Tu Shan Jun's tall figure in an ink-black Daoist robe found two burly cultivators standing before him. Shackles hung at their waists, long and short flails rested in their hands, they wore black official robes, and square bronze-glass mirrors covered their heads.

They had positioned themselves here perfectly, waiting for someone to pass through.

Tu Shan Jun let out a helpless sigh.

This split soul body's cultivation was far too low. It was nowhere near enough for him to fly through the sky or burrow through the earth, and no matter how exquisite a breath-concealing technique was, it still required cultivation to support it.

Not to mention that Heavenly Mechanism City's constables carried instruments.

That thing emitted a faint orange glow, and as it circulated, the talismans of its formation lit up.

Though Tu Shan Jun had not studied the path of artifact refinement in depth, he still recognized those formation-talisman patterns. They were clearly used to enhance the Dharma Eye.

To fool it, he needed extraordinary cultivation, enough to restrain his own spiritual aura so it could not be observed.

Tu Shan Jun looked back. The clerks wielding magical artifacts were like tigers charging into a flock of sheep. Amid cries of "Father!" and "Mother!" the cultivators running stalls obediently submitted to arrest, none daring to use force in resistance.

A wolf stood before him and a tiger behind him. Blocked