Cultivators like Uncle Cheng, who knew little of the Cultivation World's common knowledge, were ultimately a minority.
Anyone who regularly traveled the Cultivation World could tell at a glance that the smoke was yin energy.
In the Cultivation World, the Mystic Sect and the Demonic Path were irreconcilable enemies, and yin energy was generally regarded as something belonging to the Demonic Path.
Soon, a crowd gathered outside He Pingsheng's Alchemy Shop.
Everyone stood there pointing and commenting.
Even Ling Zhiwang from the neighboring Red Moon Trading Company came over.
Looking at He Pingsheng, Ling Zhiwang asked, "Fellow Daoist Xu, what are you doing?"
"Hurry up and get rid of this yin energy!"
"If the people from the City Lord's Manor come over, you'll be in serious trouble!"
He Pingsheng wore a bitter smile. "I... I don't know either. There's a guest inside. He borrowed my cultivation space!"
As he spoke, several streaks of light suddenly shot through the air.
Several cultivators in golden Daoist robes stood above He Pingsheng's head.
Their cultivation might not have been particularly high, but the clothes they wore inspired dread.
"This is bad!" Ling Zhiwang said. "Speak of the devil. The patrol guards from the City Lord's Manor are here..."
He Pingsheng frowned and looked up.
An entire squad had arrived, six guards in all.
Their leader was at the eighth layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
The others were in the early Foundation Establishment Realm.
Their cultivation was low, yet they still inspired dread.
"Is the proprietor of the Taixu Alchemy Shop here?" the captain asked, looking at the crowd.
He Pingsheng hastily raised his hand. "Yes, yes! That's me!"
"You?" the captain asked. "What's going on inside?"
"Why is there so much yin energy?"
He Pingsheng said, "I don't know either. I lent