Chapter 1592: Frequent Thefts

Yongye's people didn't come, so naturally it became internal competition within Dao Yi Shengdi.

To get this little stove meal, everyone also went all out.

Anyway, for the people of Dao Yi Shengdi, whether facing Yongye's people or their own, the goal is just one: I want to eat.

So the breakfast competition remains fiercely intense, with no one holding back.

And in the backyard, Eternal Night Old Ancestor naturally also knew that the people hadn't come, but regarding this, he said with a full-face smile.

"Not bad."

The praise in his words is easy to hear; it's clear that he is very satisfied with Yongye's people's choice.

Facing competition, not afraid; if defeated, also not afraid, just start over.

If you don't know the techniques, start cultivating from scratch; if you temporarily have no chance of victory, then choose endurance.

This is their Yongye's way of survival, and also the foundation of Yongye's development to the present.

If Yongye's people still come today, then Eternal Night Old Ancestor would only feel it's overreaching.

Clearly they haven't even entered the entry level of control-type techniques, yet they still want to try their luck; that can only be called naïve.

What difference does such a naïve idea have from those childish kids?

However, fortunately, Yongye's people didn't disappoint him; they all made the correct choice.

Not being able to eat temporarily is not scary; temporary failure is not scary; what's scary is clearly having failed yet still refusing to face reality, not knowing how to change, not understanding effort—this is just stupid.

Not long after, Lin Potian and the others from Dao Yi Shengdi walked into the backyard.

This time, Eternal Night Old Ancestor, including the Vermilion Bird Hall Master and those Emperor Sovereign assassins, all smiled and greeted everyone.

Still, no one from Yongye entered the backyard, but the Vermilion Bird Hall Master and them seemed not to care at all.

The four Vermilion Bird Hall Masters looked at their own old ancestor who still had no proper conduct, and for a moment seemed to understand the old ancestor's painstaking intentions.

Did the old ancestor already think of this place earlier?

The breakfast was equally abundant, Ye Zhangqing also didn't go back on his word; even for breakfast, there were still ten dishes.

Today they ate buns and dumplings, ten different flavors; everyone feasted happily, eating to their heart's content.

Over the next few days, Yongye's people seemed to have vanished completely.

They always stayed in their own dwellings, never showing up at mealtime, as if they had given up on eating.

However, in the Dong Fu where Yongye's people reside, training sounds could be heard every day.

From the moment they selected the techniques, the Yongye assassins never stopped, constantly painstakingly cultivating.

Regarding external affairs, they also cared not at all, focusing wholeheartedly on improving their control over the techniques they held.

For them, such matters had long become habitual.

It was like this since their youth, and back then it was even more exaggerated.

Because if you don't strive, you might die the next moment, so each day the only thing they think about is how to make themselves stronger.

Only by becoming stronger can one guarantee their own survival.

At this moment, these many assassins who had already cultivated successfully and become the elite force of the Yongye organization seemed to have returned to their youth, that tireless period.

And in their hearts there was only one thought: to eat, they must eat as soon as possible.

After days of arduous cultivation, naturally there were also gains; some people, while practicing, suddenly showed a smile on their faces.

"Haha, I've achieved minor accomplishment, I broke through to minor accomplishment."

"I already achieved minor accomplishment yesterday."

"So what, let's compare who reaches the Transformation Realm first."

"Afraid you won't make it."

Indeed, given Yongye's people's current cultivation and experience, cultivating these control-type techniques is indeed much easier.

But even so, in just a few short days they crossed the entry level and directly reached the minor accomplishment stage; this speed is also not slow.

This is only a few days.

Yongye's people immersed themselves in cultivation, and Dao Yi Shengdi up and down was as usual, a peaceful cultivation life.

Only Shi Song was busy to the point of being overwhelmed.

At this moment, Shi Song sat in the Law Enforcement Hall's main hall, looking down at more than ten figures.

These people were not from Dao Yi Shengdi, but rather the sect masters or presidents of more than ten major sects and merchant associations in Haotu Shijie.

Today they came by appointment, mainly because recently many things have happened in Haotu Shijie.

Furrowing his brow, Shi Song asked in a deep voice.

"You say your sect's treasury has been completely emptied?"

"Yes, Elder Shi Song, our sect's treasury was directly taken away, not even a hair left."

"And our sect is the same; I don't know which damned thing, not even a single spirit stone left."

"And our merchant association, several treasuries are like this; if this continues, our merchant association will be done for."

"Our sect can't even distribute cultivation resources to its disciples now."

Everyone chattered in turn, lamenting; as Shi Song listened to their accounts, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

According to them, it's just been about the past seven or eight days.

Many sects in Haotu Shijie have encountered thieves, and these thieves are not merely bold.

Those sect treasuries were directly moved out empty, not a single spirit stone left.

If it were just one or two sects like that, it would be fine, but now more than ten sects and merchant associations have encountered this.

Moreover, even the sects and merchant associations that didn't come are also in the same situation.

All together, the number of sects that have encountered thieves is already twenty or thirty, with varying strengths.

After a moment of silence, Shi Song asked.

Didn't leave any clues?

Elder Shi Song, this is really strange; the Sect's treasure vault's defensive grand formation wasn't destroyed either, and we have no idea who did it.

Those Xiūliàn resources seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Many disciples in our Sect say this couldn't be demonic mischief; otherwise, how could it happen without anyone noticing?

Damn demonic mischief—even demons would leave something behind; besides, are you afraid of demons?

Hearing these guys even bring up demons, Shi Song snapped angrily.

We cultivators, afraid of demons? What bullshit 'unbeknownst to gods and ghosts'—even if the Ghost King, Ghost Emperor, Ghost Sovereign came, they'd still have to notice!

Something feels off; this has never happened before.

Moreover, the affected area keeps expanding; as the dominant power of Haotu Shijie, having come this far, Dao Yi Shengdi cannot just stand by.

After thinking, Shi Song said.

You go back first; later I'll send people to inspect your Sect's premises—these treasures couldn't just vanish into thin air; even if spirits and gods were behind it, I will surely ferret out the culprit.

Hearing Shi Song's words, the crowd gradually calmed, each clasping their hands in response.

Yes, we will dutifully obey the Sect's law.

They had no choice; they had investigated before but found nothing; now they can only pin their hopes on Dao Yi Shengdi.