Chapter 812 - 431: Methods for Acquiring Primordial Immortal Qi in Immortal Martial, [Bu Wu Slave Soldiers]

Chapter 812: Chapter 431: Methods for Acquiring Primordial Immortal Qi in Immortal Martial, [Bu Wu Slave Soldiers]

"Hello?"

Huang Sitong’s expression was peculiar as she answered the phone.

She heard a woman’s gentle voice on the other end.

"Hello.

"This is the Public Opinion Monitoring Center of the Immortal Committee.

"Our public opinion monitoring system just captured a travelogue you posted on the West State University campus network.

"We would like to inquire about some matters regarding this travelogue.

"It is of great importance, and we earnestly hope you can cooperate.

"Are you able to speak now?"

Huang Sitong was stunned for a moment and instinctively nodded.

"I am, please go ahead."

She heard the voice on the phone, still gentle and professional.

"In your travelogue, you mentioned that at the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple, monks were teaching martial arts to tourists..."

Outside Huang Sitong’s bed curtain, the other three girls had their gossip-loving nature triggered, temporarily quieted down, stopped denouncing the jerk, and pricked their ears to listen to the call.

On Huang Sitong’s desk, a small basin of aloe, with black eyeballs at the leaf base, quietly opened and blinked.

...

Whoosh...

A cold breeze blew in.

Only Bai Mo was left in the Bronze Hall.

Those two, Small and Big Eyes, and Butterfly Knot, were assigned to the side hall’s warehouse and were busy every day, having no time to be his secretary.

Bai Mo lifted his eyes to look at the empty hall, suddenly feeling quite empty.

"Let’s check on Huang Sitong."

To solve the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple’s issues, not only do monitors need to be installed, but Huang Sitong must also be helped! After all, she is the rightful owner of that Immortal Grass!

Bai Mo’s heart thought moved, and fog rose on the table, images appeared within the mist, and sounds broadcasted from it... This was all transmitted through the Ghost Eye Machine Room, unlike before, no longer consuming his energy and Divine Sense.

"Hey, this is really good."

Bai Mo leaned back on the sofa, struck a comfortable pose, drank hot tea, and began watching the image.

The call with Huang Sitong had just started.

"...Yes, the monks over there line up to practice martial arts, and tourists join in, with monks adjusting tourists’ movements..."

As Huang Sitong spoke, the other end of the phone recorded.

Bai Mo found it very puzzling.

Why is the Immortal Committee managing this?

Teaching martial arts violates their regulations?

Is there such a regulation?

...

In the dormitory, a few of Huang Sitong’s roommates, while eavesdropping, googled on their phones.

"Wow, there really is such a regulation!"

"It’s a rule from two years ago; any martial arts schools, martial arts halls, martial arts associations, etc., related businesses, civilian organizations, or official organizations wanting to teach martial arts must undergo inspection and approval by the Immortal Committee. Moreover, it’s not a one-time check, but periodic inspections!"

"The Immortal Committee has such operations?"

"How many operations do they have that we don’t know about?"

"No wonder they always seem so busy."

The girls sighed.

But amidst their sighs, there was some grumbling.

"Isn’t this a little too controlling?"

"Why manage others teaching martial arts?"

"Feels quite bizarre."

"But have you ever heard the saying that the more peculiar the regulation, the more likely it is built on painful lessons?"

Inside the upper bunk bed curtain.

Huang Sitong finished answering a few questions.

"...Ah, I don’t know traditional martial arts."

"Hmm, hmm, I heard it’s taught daily."

The gentle female voice on the other end thanked her in the end, exchanged a few polite words, and hung up.

Leaving Huang Sitong with a confused look.

"What does it mean?

"Is teaching tourists martial arts against the rules?"

In her mind, two Ancient Immortals also recalled something at this moment.

"If you think about it, is it possible that the Immortal Committee is preventing the ’Bu Wu Slave Soldiers’?

"Have they been preventing ’Bu Wu Slave Soldiers’ since two years ago?"

...

In the hall, Bai Mo took out his phone.

Though there was no internet in the dream, there were many non-networked materials on the phone that could still be viewed.

"Not allowed to privately disseminate martial arts? What’s this all about?"

Bai Mo searched the local cache, searched "martial arts," and immediately a long list of various files popped up.

"There’s a lot of Immortal Committee documents."

He clicked to sort by time, rummaged through, and found an early document.

"Control the Spread of Martial Arts, Prevent Bu Wu Slave Soldiers"

He clicked inside.

"The special Immortal Technique ’Bu Wu Slave Soldiers’ can turn others into an Immortal Technique Master’s ’Martial Slaves’ through martial arts teachings.

"An Immortal Technique Master invests special resources in Martial Slaves.

"If a Martial Slave has exceptional talent and diligence, the resources will grow.

"If a Martial Slave has limited talent and slacks off, the resources will gradually diminish.

"And the Martial Slave’s physical strength, Blood Qi, mental will, and special resources are all within an Immortal Technique Master’s single thought, capable of being extracted in one thought, capable of being taken completely in another..."

Ah?

Bai Mo pondered.

This "special resource," is it referring to Primordial Immortal Qi?

An Alchemist obtains Primordial Immortal Qi by cultivating Super Immortal Grass.

Immortal Martial obtains Primordial Immortal Qi by cultivating Martial Slaves?

And this so-called ’Bu Wu Slave Soldiers’ is the basic Immortal Technique for obtaining Primordial Immortal Qi through the Immortal Martial path?

...

In the dormitory.

Huang Sitong huddled inside the bed curtains, hugging her laptop.

"So... can I still post my thread?

"If I don’t post it, can the West State Boss notice me?"

She contacted the forum admin.

"I just got off the phone with the Immortal Committee, can you unlock my thread now?"

The admin replied instantly.

"Sorry, can’t unlock it."

"Suddenly, ’Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple’ has become a banned word."

"Not just your thread, but old threads others posted before have been swallowed by the system too."

Huang Sitong pouted.

"Is it really that serious?"

She picked up her phone and searched "Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple" on platforms like Xiaohongshu, Bilibili, and Kuai Dou.

The temple’s popularity was usually not high, but there were still a few guides and some videos.

But when she searched at this moment, she couldn’t find a thing; the phrase "Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple" had disappeared on major platforms!

"The Immortal Committee acts so quickly."

Though she couldn’t post, she inexplicably felt a bit at ease.

"The Immortal Committee, so many people, are working with me to save the world."

But her heart was still in chaos.

"Will the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple be dealt with by the Immortal Committee?

"The materials for repairing the Treasure-Seeking Rat are still out of reach.

"The search for Super Immortal Grass is still a mess, and even more complicated.

"Oh god, save me please."

She hung her head, dejected, just about to close her laptop when suddenly the computer screen, seemingly infected by a virus, opened a notepad window on its own, and the keyboard seemed possessed, autonomously started typing "clack clack clack."

"What do you need? Tell me, maybe I can help you."

...

Sitting in the Bronze Hall.

Bai Mo glanced at Huang Sitong’s side while he saw, in front of the Immortal Committee building, several off-road vehicles parked!

And inside the building, each Immortal Technique Committee member, wearing Exoskeleton Armor, carrying assault rifles and Rune Military Daggers, rushed down the steps and into the off-road vehicles.

Among them was even Zhang Shan, wearing an earphone and AR glasses, a signal relay device hanging from his waist, evidently in the role of a commander.

"Is the Immortal Committee going to storm the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple?"

Bai Mo took a sip of tea, soothing his throat.

"The situation at this temple is changing quickly, and it’s even a bit magical."