Alien Science Cultivation

Chen Ying and Zhang Qiang didn't respond, their gaze fixed on the cave entrance ahead. This one was only ten feet wide, but compared to the entrance to the underworld, it was guarded by two late-stage Feather Transformation Realm masters, one on each side. This momentarily left the three of them perplexed. "Three young demons, quickly leave... If it weren't for the weight of your flying boat... you would have been completely annihilated by now..." a middle-aged, one-eyed, bearded ghost cultivator on the left side of the cave entrance declared loudly. A beautiful young woman on the right, her almond-shaped eyes awestruck, regarded the three on the flying boat with amusement. "It seems they mistake us for descendants of a powerful family..." Wang Yan transmitted. The woman seemed more interested in the cultivation level of Zhang Qiang and the other two, which made her feel a faint sense of fear. "Two seniors... isn't this a bit overbearing...? Why can't we use this cave entrance...? Are you so sure you can take us out...?" Wang Yan, fearless, stepped forward and responded loudly. The one-eyed ghost cultivator flew into a rage upon hearing the sound and was about to attack Wang Yan, but the beautiful young woman dodged and stopped him. Wang Yan and the other two didn't intend to be so aggressive, but since the cave entrance held the honor of being guarded by two powerful ghost cultivators, it was likely the information Chen Ying had obtained was true. The two at the entrance would sooner or later face a battle with Qingshan Exchange. "Haha... you little guys... you're truly extraordinary... I wonder where you intend to use this entrance? What are your intentions? If it doesn't conflict with our duties, it's not a problem to borrow it..." The beautiful young woman said with a smile, comforting the one-eyed man. "I suppose you're from the Xinghai Exchange... It seems the elves enter and exit through this cave..." Zhang Qiang replied, taking over the woman's words. But before he could finish, the one-eyed man flew into a rage again, breaking away from the woman's grasp and charging towards Zhang Qiang. He clearly considered Zhang Qiang Wang Yan's lackey. He knew his master couldn't afford to bully him, fearing the elders of the clan would return to cause trouble. But the fact that a follower had so blatantly speculated on their secrets instantly infuriated him. Zhang Qiang, watching the rapidly approaching one-eyed ghost cultivator, became even more certain of the three's suspicions. He instantly flashed in front of Wang Yan, sensing that the one-eyed cultivator was only using about 10% of his strength, perhaps hesitant to injure Wang Yan. So, Zhang Qiang flashed to the front of the three, meeting the one-eyed cultivator's attack head-on. This startled the one-eyed cultivator, but then a murderous look flared in his eyes, and he increased the force of his punch. As the one-eyed cultivator's fist rapidly approached, Zhang Qiang slowly moved, his hand forming a palm to meet it. When his palm and fist collided, the one-eyed cultivator felt with horror as if his fist had struck an infinite spring: the force he thrust out was absorbed, then rapidly rebounded. Just as he was about to use the momentum to retreat, he found himself restrained for a moment. In that brief moment, the rebounding force instantly reduced his right hand to smithereens. "Young friend, please show some mercy..." The swift-eyed and beautiful ghost cultivator quickly soared into the air to intercept the one-eyed ghost cultivator, desperately begging for mercy. Zhang Qiang didn't want to make a big deal out of it; after all, he still had some ties to the Xingluo Exchange.

"Young friend, calm down... It's us who are shortsighted... As this fairy's protectors, how could you possibly take us seriously..." The beautiful young woman helped the terrified one-eyed man to his feet. They both apologized respectfully, the young woman speaking with even greater sincerity. "We are merely using the cave entrance to teleport. We have no interest in the elves... You have your responsibilities, and ours has our mission... We hope everyone will live in peace from now on. This is our clan's action badge... Everyone should avoid unnecessary trouble... Otherwise, your Xingluo Exchange would have no need to exist..." Zhang Qiang said, casually throwing the trading card Chen Ying had created. The beautiful young woman took the card and examined it, a complex expression on her face. She had naturally seen all the information on the Qingshan Trading Network. The one billion top-grade spirit stones listed, along with countless mid-grade and low-grade spirit stones, suggested to her that the family of the tycoon before them might be even wealthier than they had imagined. The authenticity of the information was undeniable. After all, she was a true expert. If they didn't have this kind of discernment, their lives would be in vain. She clearly sensed this was a transaction from the Yang Realm, but at that moment, the passage between the Yin and Yang Realms had been opened, connecting them. Such a force was no longer a match for the Xingluo Exchange. Furthermore, a year ago, the true body of Ksitigarbha had been killed, and now the young man before her was so brazenly revealing his true identity, her fear intensified. "I understand..." the beautiful young woman replied softly, bowing respectfully once more.

A moment later, Zhang Qiang and the other two passed through the turbulent flow of Guixu Qi and emerged from an oasis. The oasis was surrounded by endless golden sand, with only the vast expanse of green covering hundreds of thousands of square kilometers. Even at night, the oasis's scenery could be fully admired from high above. The spiritual energy in the air was several times higher than that of Qingshan Sect. "Such a blessed and blessed land, yet it appears in this desert, is truly bizarre..." Chen Ying couldn't help but sigh. Following Chen Ying's sigh, Zhang Qiang and Wang Yan also began to wonder. "Guess we need to get some information here... We can't go back empty-handed..." Zhang Qiang softly echoed. The three of them then moved towards the center of the oasis, where several modest palaces began to become increasingly visible. Various cave-like houses were increasingly visible on the tree branches. On one large tree, several circular houses of varying sizes appeared, resembling caves woven from branches, coated with an unknown gray waterproof material and fixed to the branches on both sides. The house appeared simple, but after scanning it with their spiritual sense, the three of them were struck by its sheer opulence. Gold-foiled and jade-embellished household items were everywhere, and even the humblest of houses boasted a few impressive decorations. These few ornaments seemed to be found in every household. A mural depicting a sun woven from gold foil depicted a middle-aged elven man, slowly approaching with the sun behind his back. Countless elven men and women knelt in worship below. "Could this man be their king? Or the founder of this oasis..." Wang Yan couldn't help but wonder. There was also a mural depicting an elk, seemingly galloping through the endless void toward the oasis. On its back, countless elven men and women, also clad in what looked like animal skins, gazed eagerly into the depths of the desert. Both murals were crafted from pure gold, demonstrating remarkable craftsmanship. There was also a green jade cushion, engraved with the same elk head as in the mural. As the three approached a palace complex, two golden figures emerged from one of the palaces at lightning speed to meet them. The three weren't surprised. After all, flying over so openly and directly was a way of telling the other party that they had no hidden agenda. "Three distinguished foreigners, what brings you to our sandbar..." A female voice rang out, and two elves, a man and a woman, instantly appeared before the three, four deep blue eyes fixed on them.