Observer from Another World!

Inner Sect.

The broad streets were packed with extras.

Having stayed here for so long, they had naturally grown accustomed to life here.

They strolled around in their spare time, occasionally pretending to argue with others. However minor characters were supposed to act in novels, that was how they acted.

The clamor of voices made the place seem especially lively.

Yet one person moved through the crowd without saying or doing anything.

He wore a short black robe, had an ordinary face, and carried a sword at his waist as he secretly observed everything around him.

A sect?

The more he observed, the deeper his frown became.

He discovered that these people, as well as this place, were extremely strange.

In particular, these so-called sect disciples gave off no spiritual energy fluctuations whatsoever.

Could this be a concealment technique unique to this world?

With doubts and suspicions in his heart, the man in the short black robe continued toward the inner sect's main hall.

He needed to confirm more things.

"Inner Sect Elders' Hall."

Standing at the entrance of a hall, the man in the short black robe glanced up at its name.

He could not sense any pressure emanating from it.

That was quite different from his own world.

"Why are you standing here, kid? What's with those clothes? The new inner sect uniforms were only handed out yesterday. Why aren't you wearing one?"

Just as the man in the short black robe was thinking, a voice came from behind him.

Is he talking to me?

The man turned and looked at the other person, his gaze settling on him.

Still no spiritual energy fluctuations.

An ordinary person? Or is his cultivation realm too profound?

The man found nothing unusual in the other's eyes.

Moreover, his demeanor did not resemble that of a cultivator in the slightest.

Combined with what he had seen before, could this sect...

A thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.

"I don't know where I misplaced my clothes. I was just about to get another set."

With the sect's concealment talismans, he naturally was not afraid of anyone discovering that his cultivation technique came from another world.

The only unlucky thing was that the other side of the passage had turned out to be a sect from another world. Fortunately, none of this sect's experts had discovered him.

After all, he had come here on a mission.

For the sake of his sect, he needed to gather more information about this world.

"They just handed them out, and you've already lost yours? You extras don't know the value of things because you don't run a household. Come with me."

The man looked somewhat angry and spoke with a hint of reprimand.

After scolding him, he still led the black-robed man away.

I haven't been discovered?

The black-robed man relaxed slightly and closely followed behind him.

They passed through the streets and entered a room.

There was actually a basement beneath it.

In the basement.

Quite a few people sat around chatting, with footage from the Azure Mountain Sect livestream playing in front of them.

They ate sunflower seeds as they talked.

"That Lin Hao really is hilarious. He imagined some cultivation technique for himself and has kept practicing it for so many days."

"Yeah. But I still think Shen Yunfei is the funniest. That elder actor fooled him so thoroughly that he doesn't even know what level his cultivation is at."

"All I can say is that our show is realistic enough."

"I'm impressed with the director for managing to put together a Cultivation World Show."

As he entered the basement.

The black-robed man's heart stirred as he listened to their conversation.

Why is there a glowing orb up there?

How can it emit light without spiritual power?

And that thing in front that makes sounds—it should be something like an image projection, yet it still has no spiritual energy at all.

This world truly is strange.

"These are all spare clothes. Pick a set for yourself. This is the only set you'll get. It won't be so easy to get another one later."

"Right, what's your name?"

The staff member seemed to remember something and asked the black-robed man's name, though his tone was very casual.

A name?

"My name is Zhang Ding."

Naturally, that was a false name. His real name was Zhang Fan.

Who would use their real name while traveling in another world?

"Xiaoding, these clothes were supposed to cost money, but seeing how hard you all work, I won't charge you if you clean up this place."

So that was what the staff member had in mind.

Clean up?

Zhang Fan nodded and did not refuse.

He needed to hear more information here. Only after obtaining sufficiently comprehensive intelligence could he allow his sect to make preparations.

After changing clothes, he picked up a broom.

And began eavesdropping.

"Do you think cultivators really exist in this world?"

"Have you gotten so immersed in the role that you've gone stupid? You believe in cultivation? If immortals really existed, wouldn't our show have been finished long ago?"

"That's true. We can only experience what a cultivation world is like through the show."

There are no cultivators?

A show?

What does that mean?

It should mean acting.

Acting... a play?

So it's all fake?

As he cleaned, Zhang Fan pricked up his ears and listened to their conversation.

That explanation did make sense.

After all, among all the so-called sect disciples he had seen, not a single one possessed cultivation.

He needed to observe a little longer.

He could not act rashly.

Cautious by nature, Zhang Fan did not believe them simply because of their conversation.

A short while later, the room had been cleaned.

Zhang Fan had also obtained more information from their conversation.

This was a fake cultivation world, where tens of thousands of people accompanied ten people in putting on an act.

In the outside world, there were livestreams in many places, meaning many people could watch.

Was it real? Or fake?

Bearing his sect's mission, Zhang Fan decided to observe a little longer.

After leaving.

With the intention of conducting an on-site investigation, Zhang Fan spoke with several extras.

He probed indirectly.

In any case, he asked about many things.

As he spoke with more and more people, Zhang Fan became increasingly convinced about the Cultivation World Show.

There were no formations in the halls.

There were no formations in the sect either.

The so-called forbidden grounds were places these disciples could enter and leave freely.

It was nothing like a sect should be.

Not a single spiritual energy fluctuation could be sensed along the way.

If this isn't fake, then what is?

It can't be that some great expert is just playing with me, can it?

No one would be that bored.

A complete world without cultivators would be quite suitable for the sect's rule, so long as it was properly controlled.

These people are actually rather fortunate.

Once the sect comes to establish itself here, why keep acting out a cultivation world? As long as their aptitude is decent, they can enter our Nine Cauldrons Sect.

How can fake cultivation compare to real cultivation?

This time, I've rendered great service to the sect. The rewards when I return should be substantial.

Zhang Fan walked into a corner and found that there was no one around, nor were there any suspicious objects.

He then took out a stone and recited the contents of his investigation.

This included the basic information about this world—not only the so-called Cultivation World Show, but also the actual state of its society.

Its so-called technology, as well as its so-called firearms.

In short, he packaged and sent everything he knew.

The mission was complete.