Alien Science Cultivation

After a moment, he seemed to notice something and glanced back, staring at Zhang Qiang. Zhang Qiang was stunned, and everyone started to get nervous.

"You are the boss of Qingshan Exchange, right?" the middle-aged cultivator asked doubtfully. He seemed to look exactly like the boss of Qingshan Exchange, but Zhang Qiang's cultivation level made the middle-aged cultivator doubt.

"I am Zhang Qiang, one of the cultivators of Qingshan Sect and the boss of Qingshan Exchange." Zhang Qiang did not hide anything and responded politely.

"Impossible... With your level of cultivation, you absolutely can't be the boss of Qingshan Exchange. Tell me... why are you going to the human race...?" the tall, thin, middle-aged cultivator shouted, retreating rapidly to the front of the rear. As the middle-aged cultivator's roar faded, the entire army of cultivators on the scene rapidly converged on the group, surrounding them. They were so swift that they barely had time to speak a word. Helplessly, they stood there, daring not to move.

Then, a blurry figure flashed, revealing an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face. Dressed in a white robe, he squinted his eyes as he surveyed the crowd surrounded by the army. He approached Zhang Qiang, paying no attention to anyone else present, even Wu Yong, a mid-stage Divine King. As he approached Zhang Qiang, the army rapidly dispersed to the sides, clearing a path for the elderly man.

“It is said that the boss of Qingshan Exchange has amazing spiritual awareness, and he got an opportunity from a secret realm and built Qingshan Exchange in one fell swoop. As long as you can guess the item in the sphere in my hand, it is enough to prove that you are the boss of Qingshan Exchange.” The old man smiled and said softly, and raised a small black sphere in his hand, and shook the sphere, which made strange noises. Obviously, there was something shaking inside the black sphere, and the strange noises occurred when it touched the inner wall of the sphere.

Zhang Qiang didn't respond, but he was speechless. "It seems celebrities have their troubles. I never expected Qingshan Exchange to become so well-known in just over a year under Wang Ling's management. I'll have to change my appearance when I go out," Zhang Qiang thought, then glanced at the shiny black sphere in the old man's hand. The sphere was a dozen centimeters in diameter, devoid of any pattern or color. Zhang Qiang's consciousness moved, enveloping the sphere, and he was stunned. "Solid..." Zhang Qiang understood, but he didn't say it out loud. He couldn't help but ponder.

"Is he letting me off the hook...? Or is there some other agenda...? This sphere is made of a strange material, impenetrable to ordinary spiritual sense. This means ordinary people truly cannot see what's inside. Without being able to see what's inside, guessing what's inside is impossible. This undoubtedly puts those who speculate on two extremes. One is to be unable to guess, but unwilling to surrender, and desperately fight their way out. Or they can give up futile resistance and allow the enemy to manipulate them. To trespass into a strategic military area like this during a war is certain death... The other option is to go against the grain and take a gamble..."

"Then why did he do this? Is it because he himself doesn't know the situation inside... It seems impossible. Although this sphere is strange, it is not difficult to open it... Did he let us in on purpose...? What's his intention...? Is he a spy and thinks we are spies too...? He sensed the aura of Guixu on me. Letting me into the human race... Behind the human race's seemingly ending the war... Is it possible that they fell into the trap of the Yin Realm to lure the tiger away from the mountain... In fact, it is very serious..." Zhang Qiang thought while looking at the old man in front of him with his spiritual sense, but the old man did not have any expression.

"That's normal. Even if the old man is a spy, this kind of God-King-level spy will never reveal any clues. My life is more important..." Zhang Qiang thought again and sweated. The old man didn't seem to be in a hurry and waited quietly for Zhang Qiang's answer.

"Replying to you, Senior... this black ball is solid..." As Zhang Qiang finished speaking, bursts of laughter filled the air. In their opinion, a solid ball couldn't possibly make any unusual noises. A few soldiers even began to stir, but the old man didn't speak, so they wouldn't act.

The old man looked at Zhang Qiang and couldn't help but show an approving look in his eyes. He nodded slightly and his smile grew a little.

"Haha... yes, this is called the Wind-Singing Stone. It makes sounds with the wind, as if coming from within. It seems that you are indeed the boss of the Qingshan Exchange, and not a spy who pretends to be a spy and enters important sects and trading companies of the human race. Everyone, please disperse. The Qingshan Exchange is currently the largest exchange in the Eastern Region. Thousands of transactions are carried out on the trading board every day. Its strength has vaguely surpassed that of the Holy Land. Even if it is a spy, it is impossible to sneak in..." The old man spoke loudly and cut the Wind-Singing Stone on the spot so that everyone can see clearly.

After the soldiers dispersed, Zhang Qiang and his team respectfully thanked the old man again. Wu Yong exchanged a few pleasantries with the old man, then paid the fee of 10,000 top-grade spirit stones. Then, the team leisurely entered the teleportation array. The old man with white hair and a youthful face stood still, watching Zhang Qiang and his team enter the array, seemingly very interested in him.

A flash of light flashed, and a quarter of an hour later, everyone appeared at the other end of the teleportation array. When the array gate opened, Zhang Qiang's eyes were greeted by the long-lost land: mountains, water, flowers, and grass. Everything seemed so familiar. After taking a deep breath of fresh air, he followed the group out of the array.

Just as he stepped out of the formation, Zhang Qiang, as he habitually spread his spiritual sense, spotted the presence of ghosts—more precisely, human cultivators possessed by ghosts. "What a strange possession method! Aside from the faint aura of death lingering in their souls, it's exactly the same as a normal human cultivator's. If it weren't for my unique spiritual sense, even a Divine King-level expert wouldn't be able to detect the ghosts among these soldiers..." Zhang Qiang speculated, glancing at Elder Wu Yong. Sure enough, even with Wu Yong's mid-stage Divine King cultivation, he didn't react at all to the sight of the several groups of cultivators outside the formation.

"It seems they're trying to control the formation and prevent external cultivators from coming to support them. It's truly a strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain..." Zhang Qiang pondered, then sent a message to Wang Yan and Chen Ying to explain the situation. The elves always maintained a neutral stance, and Zhang Qiang didn't want to involve them, so he didn't send a message to Elder Wu Yong. He simply instructed Wang Yan to quickly send a message to headquarters and await instructions.

Elder Wu Yong glanced at the soldiers outside the magic circle, but found no one to speak to. He then leisurely led the group out of the square where the magic circle stood, flying towards the mountain peak directly ahead. Along the way, several young elven monks curiously observed the new discoveries of this world. After all, the prosperity here far surpassed that of the desert. However, the surrounding ground and hilltops bore traces of destruction, with large and small rubble and dead trees scattered everywhere. Some peaks were practically flattened, while others had deep pits of varying sizes carved into the earth, gradually forming puddles. Although some areas, ravaged by time and covered with weeds and small trees, still conveyed the horror of the battle.

"It seems the teleportation array is located at the center of the battle between the two armies. If the array is controlled by the enemy, the consequences will be disastrous, like having your own front door controlled by the enemy. Rebuilding this kind of long-distance teleportation array is extremely difficult, otherwise there wouldn't be so few of them, and they wouldn't be so heavily guarded." Zhang Qiang glanced back at the teleportation array behind him, then looked at Wang Yan, as if waiting for her to convey a message from headquarters. Wang Yan naturally noticed Zhang Qiang's worry and couldn't help but keep a close eye on him. She immediately understood Zhang Qiang's meaning, but all she got was Wang Yan's helpless shake of her head.