Striking the Smugglers

At the Instance Entrance of Imperial Mausoleum Adventure Town, the dharma forms of a group of Two Aspects Realm cultivators kept returning.

They lined up one by one and submitted to inspection.

"Raise your arms."

"Mm, lift your legs. Let me scan you with the Eye of Appraisal."

"What? You brought this storage ring in with you? How laughable. Don't you know that entering the imperial mausoleum doesn't allow any weapons or storage artifacts? Only a lone dharma form is allowed inside! Take off the ring. It's confiscated!"

Several blacksmiths took turns inspecting them, working with such meticulousness that they already carried the air of enforcement officers from a major sect.

There was no denying it.

The current blacksmiths were indeed useful.

They threw themselves into one role after another, racing between filming sets and handling more than a dozen jobs each.

They went to Ximen City, Bone Demon Royal City, and the ancient tomb, and occasionally even headed over to Religion of No Life to put on another act.

Ning Zheng had thought about it many times. If these had been ordinary native disciples, that whole bunch of honest cultivators would have been utterly bewildered and exposed long ago!

It still had to be the blacksmiths he had recruited himself!

Each one was fiercer than the last, leaving Ning Zheng staring in stunned disbelief.

Of course, ordinary sects and factions did not pull stunts as shameless as theirs, constantly changing identities without ever getting tired.

Ning Zheng himself also had to run around with them, keeping up with their frantic schedule between sets.

All he could say was that they were a bunch of lunatics.

They dressed outrageously and played even wilder.

Now that Imperial Mausoleum Adventure Town had opened, its daily income was extremely high. At the lowest,