Outside Qulin City, in an utterly ordinary farming household, faint flecks of gold had already begun to show among the green wheat seedlings.
The young man brought over a chair and sat quietly before the wheat field, gazing at the moon hanging high in the sky and listening to the rustling chirps of insects beside him.
All was still.
A thought suddenly occurred to the young man. If things could stay like this forever... that seemed rather nice, too.
But a moment later, he cast the thought aside.
The young man slowly reached out, as though to grasp the moon, to grasp this world.
After spending so long as a rat, how could he swallow this anger? Hadn't all his efforts been for the sake of turning heaven and earth upside down?
"Watermelon, I'm back," the farmer called from far away.
The young man lowered his hand and shifted his gaze. "What's that group's background?"
"They're from the Evil Spirit Cult." The farmer strode over and stood before the young man. "That man was only at Qi Refining, but he was sharp as anything. The moment we met, he figured out I was different too, and used blood qi to prove his identity."
"Is that so..." The young man narrowed his eyes slightly like an old man, his tone growing a little melancholy. "Then what's their aim? Surely you're not going to tell me the Evil Spirit Cult has switched to doing good deeds to atone for its past?"
The farmer answered plainly, holding nothing back. "He said they're using gold and silver to pave the way and earn people's trust first, so later, when they need living sacrifices or people for other purposes, they won't have to abduct them by force."
The young man chuckled and looked at the