The Taste of Freedom...

"What do you mean you can't produce it?" Wang Teng frowned.

"All Planetary Level and above cultivation methods and combat techniques in the Federation are monopolized. Soul Contracts are signed upon purchase, and anyone who spreads them privately will die immediately," Sadidi said fearfully.

"Why is it Soul Contracts again?" Wang Teng frowned even more deeply and asked suspiciously, "Don't try to deceive me. According to you, the Orlant Federation has countless races and a population in the hundreds of millions, if not more. How could every single person have signed a Soul Contract? That isn't realistic!"

"No, you don't understand how terrifying the Federation is. No one can escape it. Only privately owned cultivation methods or combat techniques can possibly be passed on in secret, but those are all controlled by the major powers. Small fry like us can't get our hands on them," Sadidi said solemnly.

"Even Planetary Level warriors are just small fry?" Wang Teng suddenly felt rather insignificant.

Sadidi did not seem to be lying, but to be safe, he used Bewitch Heart again and confirmed that Sadidi had indeed told the truth.

After using Bewitch Heart, Wang Teng's expression grew somewhat grave.

What Sadidi said was actually true!

Was the copyright awareness of that Orlant Federation really so strong?

Put simply, it was not hard to understand. The Orlant Federation had adopted a mechanism similar to the copyright system on Earth Star, forcing all martial warriors to purchase cultivation methods and combat techniques if they wanted to learn them, unless they created their own. Those who violated the rules would not face legal punishment—they would simply lose their lives!

Very good. Very powerful!

Wang Teng felt that if he created his own cultivation methods and combat techniques in the future, he could probably make a