President Wang Guofeng

After returning home, Zhang Yuhe logged on to Skynet again. He hadn't had time earlier to check the replies to his post.

He also hoped to glean some useful information from other players.

He couldn't work with the He and Li families, nor with the Hyacinth Building. A breakthrough had to be found—and soon.

Zhang Yuhe had a nagging feeling that something was off about those three powers.

He couldn't pinpoint the problem yet, but if he didn't investigate, he wouldn't be able to cultivate in peace.

He found the post he had made and saw that the reply count had already exceeded 99+.

"Damn, you're awesome! Is the town guard still recruiting?""You're incredible! Take me with you!""The Liu family in Qingshui City is arrogant and overbearing. Does that kind of info help?"

...

Zhang Yuhe skimmed the replies. Most of them were useless.

Some were players looking to ride coattails, others were complaints about the arrogance of local native powers—none of it valuable.

Wasn't it normal for native powers to be arrogant?

Even on Blue Star before the portals opened, there were always people flaunting their connections—"My dad is Zhang Erhe," or "My father is Li Gang," and so on.

Such people existed everywhere. But in Yu Fantian, such behavior wasn't even illegal.

Even if it were, it wasn't his job to handle it.

As a town guard overseeing a mansion's territory, he didn't have time to meddle in trivial matters.

As long as the locals didn't cross the Dao Holy Sect's taboos, everything else was beneath his concern.

Zhang Yuhe had hoped for meaningful intelligence, but after reading all the replies, he found nothing useful.

"Hmm? A private message?"

Though he logged into Skynet often, Zhang Yuhe had never really posted before, so no one had ever messaged him directly.

"This must be from someone who saw my post. Hopefully, it's worth something."

He opened the private message:

[I know a place in Yunzhong Mansion that may be a secret base of the Demon God Sect. Can we meet face-to-face?]

The sender's name was Wang Guofeng.

Zhang Yuhe paused in thought.

He recognized the name—Wang Guofeng was the president of the Blue Star Immortal Cultivation Alliance.

Rumor had it that Wang came from a military family and awakened a Ninth-Grade Spirit Root when Yu Fantian first opened.

Later, under the Second Federal Security Bureau's guidance, he helped establish the Alliance and became its president.

Zhang Yuhe wasn't concerned about Wang's status. What mattered was the message—was it true?

A secret base of the Demon God Sect in Yunzhong Mansion? That would be a serious issue.

If true, it could shake all of Yu Fantian.

"True or not, I should meet him first."

After thinking it over, Zhang Yuhe typed out a reply:

[Noon on the first day of Yu Fantian. Private Room 101, Feixian Tea House, Cloud City.]

The meeting location was, of course, in Yu Fantian. If Wang Guofeng wasn't in Cloud City already, it would be his responsibility to get there.

After sending the reply, Zhang Yuhe lay back on the bench, closed his eyes, and quietly rested.

At the Wangjing headquarters of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, silence filled the conference room.

Everyone knew what it would mean if natives from Yu Fantian truly began appearing on Blue Star.

Compared to Yu Fantian, Blue Star was as fragile as a piece of thin paper.

If Yu Fantian's true power descended, even a single punch might be enough to obliterate Blue Star.

The idea alone silenced the room—no one dared speak. It was too terrifying.

Suddenly, President Wang Guofeng's phone lit up. He glanced at the screen, took a deep breath, and spoke.

"Don't speculate further. Treat it as if nothing happened. Keep it confidential—no leaks, no panic."

"Also, take down the announcement on Skynet. Disperse. Focus on cultivation. Strength is our foundation."

With that, Wang Guofeng left the room.

Outside, he pulled out his phone again and frowned as he saw the reply.

He'd first noticed the post on Skynet—someone claiming to have joined the Yunzhong Town Guard Mansion and offering a reward for information on the Demon God Sect.

He hadn't believed it at first.

While many players had spent centuries in Yu Fantian and joined various native factions, none had ever joined the town guard.

And the town guard wasn't just any faction.

It was the highest authority under the Dao Holy Sect, responsible for suppressing an entire region.

To join, one needed not just strength, but also impeccable background and loyalty.

Players, being outsiders of unknown origin, shouldn't have qualified.

Still, out of curiosity, he'd sent a private message—and now, unexpectedly, had received a reply with a meeting time and place.

But the meeting location was in Cloud City, deep within Yu Fantian. To reach it, he'd have to teleport several times.

Teleportation wasn't cheap. It would cost a good number of spirit stones.

"What if the guy's joking? That'd be a waste."

Wang Guofeng hesitated.

He wasn't bluffing—he truly suspected a certain location in Yunzhong Mansion was a secret base for the Demon God Sect.

But it was only a hunch. He had no proof.

If he did, he would have already reported it to the local town guard.

"Once I log in again, I'll check it out myself."

He made up his mind. Worst case, he'd lose a few spirit stones.

But after everything that had happened recently, he felt uneasy.

That flying sword from the other day—whether it came from the ethereal Ancient Immortals or Yu Fantian's natives—it was a bad sign.

These were variables outside his control. And uncontrolled forces led to instability—and potential disaster for Blue Star.

Could it really have been a player?

He had never considered that.

Despite his Ninth-Grade Spirit Root, he had only reached the Golden Core stage.

No matter how talented other players were, they shouldn't have been able to surpass him so dramatically.

The realization left him feeling immense pressure.

He had to grow stronger—fast.

And if the person behind the post wasn't bluffing, this could be a real opportunity.

Joining the town guard?

That would change everything.

Night fell.

At 8:00 p.m., Wang Guofeng logged into Yu Fantian.

He quickly arrived at a prefecture-level city and used teleportation arrays three times before reaching Cloud City.

When he arrived at Private Room 101 in the Feixian Tea House, he gently knocked on the door.

Inside sat a young man, refined and striking in appearance, quietly sipping tea.

His cultivation wasn't high—only mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

Wang Guofeng examined him closely. He was sure he'd never seen the man before.

As the president of the Blue Star Alliance, he didn't know every player in Yu Fantian personally.

But most players who had reached Foundation Establishment were at least on file somewhere—if not in person, then in reports or images.

But this young man? He drew a complete blank.

If it weren't for the appointment on Skynet, Wang might have mistaken him for a native of Yu Fantian.