Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

The flying boat took the teleportation array and soon arrived at the border.

The Great Wall at the border was covered with scars, sword marks, knife marks all over the wall, and there were several places with large holes. Many monks were repairing it with their upper bodies naked, panting.

The sound of ping-pong continued one after another.

The charred border wall winds for thousands of miles, shrouded in smoke, and it seems that there is no end in sight. With smoke rising everywhere, a tall wall isolates the demons and aliens from the outside.

The flying boat landed with a bang, and everyone hurriedly carried things out of the cabin.

Wang Wu also hurriedly stood up upon seeing this, but a cultivator quickly raised his hand to stop him, "You don't need to help me today. I won't pay you any extra money."

Subtext: You can get out, we don't need you anymore.

Wang Wu didn't care. He flicked the dust off the corner of his clothes with his hand and looked at Yu Zhao's back as he left with Ling Ling. As if he had found his target, he strode after him.

A cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage will not have a bad time on the border, and not everyone is qualified to get the sect leader's order. Even if it is just a transfer, it must be someone appointed by the sect leader himself.

He may not believe this Yu Zhao who suddenly appeared, but he believed in the Sect Master's Order, which would not lie.

Yu Zhao followed Wang Wu into the border. The surroundings were very desolate, just like a desert. Smoke was rising and sand was blowing. Many monks were squatting outside the border gate with disheveled hair and dirty faces.

Yu Zhao couldn't help but take a few more glances, and then many eyes looked out from the small sand castle, staring at the storage bag on her waist with eager eyes, but after finding out that she was at the Nascent Soul stage, they quickly retracted their gazes.

But there are still many monks who keep their eyes open and do not intend to let go of this fat sheep that has just arrived.

Tattoos were carved on his rough cheeks, covering most of his face. His blood-stained hands and feet were covered in dirt. Around his neck were shackles made of black cold iron, with golden runes engraved on them, glowing from time to time.

These shackles blocked almost all of their spiritual power.

"Master, don't look too much." Lingling tugged at her sleeve and warned, "This is the outer city, the most dangerous place on the border. Most of these are extremely vicious monks, who were sent here because of murderous sins."

"They can only serve as vanguards when alien races arrive. If they are lucky enough to survive and gain military merit, they will be eligible to enter the inner city."

Hearing this, Yu Zhao cast his gaze towards the thick black fog in the distance. Wang Wu took a look and said hurriedly, "That's where the alien races are. No one has ever been inside the black fog, let alone how many alien races there are."

"Anyway, all we know is that there are a lot of them, and there's always a steady stream of reinforcements."

Wang Wu then pointed to the other side, where a rocky mountain peak looked like it was about to collapse. "That mountain is the Demon Realm. Just cross the boundary marker. A little further away, the place with a shimmering purple light is the Demon God Ruins. It's said that's where the Demon God's skeleton was transformed."

"The terrible demon king lives in his palace on the highest mountain."

Yu Zhao silently took note of his words, then walked forward holding Lingling. The little hand under his fingers was cold and the bones were a little uncomfortable. The little girl was very thin, only her eyeballs were big.

The others were not much better, all of them were skinny and their clothes were tattered.

She frowned slightly.

Wang Wu seemed to see the emotion in her eyes and said helplessly: "People without background and family can't eat too much at the border."

Can’t eat too much?

Yu Zhao: "Why?"

Wang Wu sighed softly, his tone steady, "My flesh and blood has been taken advantage of by others."

"Resources are scarce at the border, and some people can't afford the fasting pills. Not even a blade of grass grows here, so how can we survive?"

This is already obvious...

Yu Zhao's pupils trembled, and he couldn't help but clench Lingling's little hand in panic.

"Master, you also need to change your clothes, otherwise you will be easily targeted." Lingling turned her head to look at Mu Tou, lifted part of his bangs, revealing a thin boy's face, full of youthfulness.

She continued, "People like Mu Mu have to dress shabbily and smell bad so no one will look at them."

Yu Zhao also noticed that as she walked along, many people were staring at her back and storage bag, like hungry wolves, as if they would pounce on her at any time.

Just after entering the inner city, which is still on the edge of the inner city, there are already quite a few Nascent Soul cultivators.

The Great Wall at the border is known as a place where gods can be found everywhere and Nascent Souls are as numerous as dogs.

"Hey, Wang Wu brought another pretty girl here?" An acquaintance greeted Wang Wu with a smirk on his face.

Wang Wu kicked the man back several steps with an unhappy kick, raised his fist and solemnly introduced him, "Are you looking for death? If you keep talking nonsense, I will beat you. This is our sect leader."

"Master?"

When several people heard this, they burst into laughter.

"You're still thinking about your beggar sect. You might as well find a sect to join, or go to a big sect and be an outer disciple sweeping the floor. It's better than wandering around with three people like you."

"Get out!" Wang Wu scolded them, "We from the Cold Wind Sect are..."

A monk leaned against the broken wall and scratched his ear impatiently.

"Don't talk nonsense. The Hanfeng Sect collapsed a long time ago. Everyone knows that your leader ran away hundreds or thousands of years ago, abandoning you, the old, weak, and sick, to live a life worse than dogs at the border."

"No one in other sects would be willing to take you in. Just throw those three of you away early, and you'll still have enough to eat."

"Go, go, get out of the way!" Wang Wu bent down and took off his tattered shoes, then took several steps to chase after the men. He even stepped so hard that most of his toes were exposed.

He had to slow down and readjust.

"They are not burdens, they are the elders and disciples of our Hanfeng Sect."

"As long as there are people here, the Hanfeng Gate will not collapse!" Wang Wu shouted loudly, and his voice seemed to pass through the dilapidated ruins and reach farther.

Perhaps he was too incompetent and too pedantic, and always wanted to guard the Hanfeng Gate, which was their last pure land.

If he hadn't brought the other three with him, he would have lived a better life.

Yu Zhao took a look at his tattered shoes, then looked at the old shoes on Lingling and Wooden Feet. Their shoes were a little bigger, but still intact.

Yu Zhao followed Wang Wu into a small alley, then walked through the crowd of beggars and found the ruins of Hanfeng Gate, a broken stone.

That's right...

It's the ruins.

She looked again and again, wishing she could see a flower.

The corners of her mouth twitched wildly, and she asked in confusion, "You live here?"

"No, we live here." Wang Wu retorted subconsciously, then raised his hand and pointed at the thin rope hanging above, "We sleep on this."

Every inch of land here is worth a lot of money. For a Jindan-stage cultivator like him, it's already pretty good that he can support two little brats and an old man.

Yu Zhao stretched out his index finger and flicked the string. His rationality had already collapsed and he wanted to run away!

Why is it called the Cold Wind Sect? Why not just call it the Cold and Desolate Sect? Sleeping on a rope, do you think you're Xiaolongnu?

After looking at it for a few times, Yu Zhao still couldn't accept this cruel fact. She turned around and walked out. Lingling hurriedly hugged her thighs.

"Can you please let go?"

The little girl raised her head and looked at her pitifully, "No."

Just as she was about to lift her other foot, Mu Tou slid over on his knees and grabbed her other leg.

"..."

Yu Zhao happily received two pendants.