Setting Up a Formation

A checkpoint warrior clad in grayish-brown leather armor leaned against a wooden table, his cold eyes sweeping over Gu Sheng.

"Token."

The warrior lazily held out his hand without even giving him a proper glance.

Gu Sheng frowned slightly. Before he could move, the Innate Spirit Embryo's dissatisfied voice rang out in his mind.

"This bastard is incredibly rude! He's just a checkpoint guard—how dare he act like this?"

Gu Sheng ignored the spirit embryo's complaints and directly took out three low-grade Spirit Stones from his storage ring, placing them on the table.

"Three-day entry passes."

Only then did the checkpoint warrior glance at the Spirit Stones. He casually pulled three bluish-black wooden tokens from beneath the table and tossed them onto the tabletop with a sharp slap.

"Keep them safe. No replacements if you lose them."

After saying that, the warrior closed his eyes, clearly unwilling to say more.

Gu Sheng reached out and picked up the tokens. They felt slightly cool to the touch, their surfaces carved with intricate patterns.

The instant he put the tokens into his storage ring, one of them suddenly lit up with a white glow, forming an invisible barrier around his body.

"Huh?"

The Innate Spirit Embryo exclaimed in surprise.

"The poisonous miasma in Southern Frontier is really this formidable? They even need special restrictions just to enter the city?"

Gu Sheng did not answer and simply strode into the checkpoint.

As he advanced, the faint green mist in the air was pushed away by the invisible barrier, unable to come near him.

"If I took an antidote pill, its effects probably wouldn't match the city's restrictions."

Gu Sheng finally spoke, his voice low.

"The poisonous miasma of Southern Frontier lives up to its reputation."

He quickened his pace and soon arrived beneath