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Chapter 408 Collecting Intelligence
Sanfeng Village is a very inconspicuous small mountain village located in the eastern part of Huojing. It got its name because there are three connected hills behind the village.

Today, Sanfeng Village, which has rarely been visited by outsiders, welcomed a young guest with extraordinary appearance.

The guest was tall and handsome, dressed in green, with a sharp sword on his waist, and riding on the back of a chestnut-red horse with an outstanding appearance. He attracted the attention of everyone in Sanfeng Village, young or old, regardless of gender.

"Jun Housheng, I don't know what you are asking about the Demon Realm. I have never been outside of the area of ​​100 miles in my life, so how can I know what you are talking about..."

At this time, Wang Zhifan, riding on a red deer horse, listened to the white-bearded old man at the door of a house ten feet away on the side of the road answering his questions, and immediately realized that this old man who seemed to have a lot of life experience was just a facade.

"Excuse me, old man."

Failing to obtain the required information, Wang Zhifan had to respond politely to the other party, and then drove the red deer horse under him to continue on his way.

In fact, the old man just now was not the first person he had asked in this village, but the others were in the same situation. They were all unfamiliar with the concept of the Demon Realm, and some of them didn't even know that this world was called the Realm of Disaster. This really made him realize that this seemingly prosperous village was just a remote place in the mountains.

"Let's go find a big, prosperous city and ask."

Without much hesitation, he decided to ride his red deer horse across the stone bridge in front of Sanfeng Village and rush to the densely populated city. As for the location of the city, he had already inquired about it just now. The distance was about sixty miles.

Humph~
The red deer horse walked with steady steps, and like an ordinary horse, its hooves collided rhythmically with the hard stone slabs of the stone bridge, creating a sound that was pleasing to the ears.

Wang Zhifan sat leisurely on the horse, looking around at the surrounding villages, rivers, stone bridges and farmlands. He felt as if he had become a wandering knight in ancient times. He couldn't help but become interested. He took out a pot of fine wine from the Wuji Sect world from his personal space and took a sip.

"Tsk tsk~ Good wine tastes best in an environment like this."

He sighed, and then saw two children with pigtails skipping towards him in front of the stone bridge. They were staring at his red deer horse in amazement, and it was obviously the first time they had seen such a majestic horse in their lives.

"Ah! What a tall and handsome horse! I'll ask my dad to buy me one later!"

"Silly peach! This is something only the nobles in the big city can afford! Besides, can you ride a horse?"

"Humph! I can learn if I don't know how to do it! Even if my father doesn't buy it for me, it won't be too late to buy it for me when I grow up and enter the Confucian Academy and become a high-ranking official!"

"Tsk! How dare you say you can get into the Confucian Academy with your brain? Shame on you!"

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The two half-grown children quarreled and fought and quickly passed by Wang Zhifan. Wang Zhifan took another sip of the wine in his hand, then accelerated the red deer horse and headed for his next destination.

He would be relatively low-key in the area around Sanfeng Village, only letting the Red Deer Horse show its ability to run on the ground, but when he was a little further away, he would let the Red Deer Horse take off into the air to show the posture of a Pegasus, greatly speeding up his journey.

Soon, as the red deer horse flew across the sunny blue sky and landed in the soft and clean white clouds, Wang Zhifan arrived at his first target location, the disaster city called "Shuqiu" that he had inquired about from Sanfeng Village.

According to the villagers of Sanfeng Village, Shuqiu City is the largest city in the area that they know of, but Wang Zhifan feels that it should not be considered a true disaster-prone city.

Because from his observations from the sky, he found that this city was not particularly large and prosperous, especially the buildings in it looked relatively new, as if they had been built not many years ago, and lacked the historical heritage that a big city should have.

But Wang Zhifan was not so picky at the moment. He quickly descended from the sky and rode his red deer horse towards the city gate.

The gate of Shuqiu City was not particularly wide, but fortunately there was no one guarding it, so people were allowed to come in and out freely, so he did not encounter any situations such as being exploited by the guards.

After entering the city, what comes into view are rows of ancient houses and streets, as well as residents coming and going in decent clothes. Overall, it is very clean and orderly, giving people a good initial impression.

It is particularly worth mentioning that Wang Zhifan found that there were many people who looked like Confucian scholars wearing high hats and wide belts in his field of vision. When he rode his red deer past some specific courtyards, he could hear the sound of people reading, but he could not quite understand the chapters they were reciting.

When Wang Zhifan saw a young man wearing a loose silver-white Confucian robe and a black scholar's hat on the street looking at him curiously, he took the opportunity to greet him:

"Sir, I am new here and I have a few questions to ask you. Is that convenient?"

"You are so polite, sir! But you can ask!"

After hearing this, the Confucian scholar immediately bowed to him with a solemn attitude.

So Wang Zhifan got off his horse and started a conversation with this native Confucian scholar whom he met by chance, to learn about all the things he wanted to know.

Of course, he didn't ask others those sharp questions right away, but started with the most basic local conditions. After both parties had a harmonious chat, he would further deepen the topic.

For this purpose, Wang Zhifan specially took out the fine wine stored in his personal space as a gift. The other party tasted it twice and felt it was good, so he simply pulled him to a small tea stall on the street to sit down and chat.

"My vision is right! Young Master is truly a visitor from the realm of Taoism! It is said that the three worlds of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism are not something that can be found in the human world. Is this true or false?"

The Confucian scholar in front of him was named Zhang Siqian, who was slightly younger than Wang Zhifan, just in his early twenties. He was a native of the Disaster Realm and a Confucian monk. He said that he had noticed Wang Zhifan on the street before and found that Wang Zhifan carried the aura of the Dao Realm, one of the upper three realms.

"The rumors are indeed true, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. The Dao realm has its own wonders, and the calamity realm also has its own advantages."

Wang Zhifan had never been to the Dao Realm, so he could only turn a blind eye to this aspect, but the initial identity given to him by the Extraordinary Game made the indigenous young man in front of him not suspicious.

"Since Young Master Wang is from the Taoist Realm, why don't you go to a city where Taoism is flourishing first? Are you coming here specifically to travel around the Huo Realm?" Zhang Siqian asked him curiously. The main reason was that Shuqiu City, where they were currently, was undoubtedly a Confucian territory. Even if the relationship between Taoism and Confucianism was not bad, it was a bit abrupt for a visitor from the Taoist Realm to choose this place as his first stop.

"That's right. This time I came to the Disaster Realm for two reasons: one is to travel, and the other is to investigate the movements of the Demon Realm..."

Following this topic, Wang Zhifan began to really get into the topic he wanted to know most. After all, he and Zhang Siqian in front of him had been chatting for so long, and both sides were no longer as restrained as they were at the beginning.

"The Demon Realm? What can they do? With the protective formation set up by the three great saints of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, even if the Demon Realm has any bad intentions, they can only hold them back!"

Finally, Wang Zhifan met a local who knew about the demon world and began to obtain relevant information.

Just as he had expected at the beginning, as far as Zhang Siqian knew, there had been no unusual movements in the Demon Realm. They were blocked by the saintly formation between the Demon Realm and the Disaster Realm, and even if they wanted to get their hands on this priceless world, they were powerless.

But Wang Zhifan knew very well that since the copy objective said that the Demon Realm would invade the Disaster Realm, this would definitely happen. Moreover, according to his understanding of the Extraordinary Game, it would not take too long for the invasion to begin. The Demon Realm might break in tomorrow or even today.

"Mr. Zhang, you don't know. I heard a fortune teller in the Dao Realm. He said that the evildoers in the Demon Realm are still determined and will definitely find ways to invade the Disaster Realm..."

Wang Zhifan then began to make up stories. Although he did not know the specific situation of the Taoist realm, since it was the base camp of Taoism, there must be many masters there, and it was not surprising that there were people who were good at divination.

He then discussed the issue further with Zhang Siqian, and learned more information from him indirectly, such as where the saint formation that blocked the demon world was located, which powerful beings there were in the demon world, and where the nearest Taoist city was.

The power of the Demon Realm really frightened him. He learned from Zhang Siqian that according to Confucian historical records, there were at least 10 billion demons in the Demon Realm. Among them, there were no less than one million demon generals whose strength was comparable to that of the innate cultivators of Taoism, Buddhism and Confucianism, and there were at least eight hundred demon lords who were comparable to the super-innate masters of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. There were even five demon lords whose strength was said to be no weaker than that of the three saints. They were definitely extremely terrifying potential enemies.

"There are so many powerful people in the demon world. No wonder the three Taoist saints joined forces to set up a blockade formation. But I'm afraid that Taoist is right. The demon world will have evil plans. We must be prepared to resist the invasion of the demon world at any time..."

When Wang Zhifan and Zhang Siqian talked about this, they talked about the topic of how to fight against the demon world. In particular, he asked about Zhang Siqian's current realm. As a result, he was told that he was a Confucian monk of the sixth level of the acquired realm. He was still a long way from breaking through the ninth level of the acquired realm to reach the innate realm. However, according to his age, he was already considered a leader in the Confucian Academy of Shuqiu City.

"Acquired, innate, super-innate, saint... these should be the major realms of cultivation in this world... The one in front of me claims to be at the sixth level of acquired, but I feel that he is quite weak. I don't know what realm my strength can be considered..."

With the general division of strength, Wang Zhifan couldn't help but think about this problem. After all, according to what he knew now, there were about five saint-level people, eight hundred super innate people, and one million innate people in the demon world. If his strength was not enough, that would be fun to watch.

Of course, the war between the two worlds is definitely not just his business. There must be many masters in the Disaster Realm who will come forward, and the three major bases of Taoism, Buddhism and Confucianism in the rear will not stand idly by. The copy arranges their players to come in just to play a small auxiliary role, otherwise with that number of players, it will not be enough to fill the teeth of the Demon Realm.

"No matter how you look at it, this will be a very difficult instance... I'm afraid I'll have to use all my abilities this time."

After talking with Zhang Siqian, Wang Zhifan left him a few small gadgets as gifts, then said goodbye and left, heading for his next destination, Tianyuan City, the closest Taoist city to Shuqiu City.

Even though it is the closest city, Tianyuan City is more than 5,000 miles away from Shuqiu City. Even with the speed of the Red Deer Horse, which is comparable to that of an airplane, it would still take several hours.

But Wang Zhifan was not planning to rush over there. He planned to slow down a bit on the road and experience the customs and habits of this world. Anyway, the demon world had not attacked yet, so there was no point in him being anxious.

"I don't know how much my Dao Realm identity can help me in Tianyuan City. I'm afraid I can only become familiar with the middle-level people there... In this kind of war between the two realms, I really don't know where to start... I can only wait for the war to start and think of a way to make a name for myself."

On the way, Wang Zhifan thought about the next course of action. For him, this copy involved too many people and things, and it was not easy to prepare in advance. It would be more reliable to join in directly after the battle started.

While on the way, he was suddenly attracted by an unusual movement on the ground below. He rode the red deer to temporarily land on the nearby ground and rushed to the scene of the incident.

I saw that this place was a desolate plain. The temperature was a little cold. There was not much vegetation around except sparse weeds. The natural conditions were far inferior to those in Shuqiu City.

But even in this barren land with almost no birds or birds, more than a thousand people gathered.

To be more precise, more than a thousand people formed a huge circle, and inside the circle, two people were facing each other, and it was obvious that they were going to compete or duel.

One of the two men was an ordinary-looking young man in his twenties. He had a grim look in his eyes and held a spear with the tip pointed at a tall enemy standing a hundred meters ahead. Although his figure and appearance did not leave a special impression on people, the murderous aura condensed throughout his body showed that he was a master, a martial arts master.

The other person was a tall, dignified middle-aged monk, wearing a yellow and red cassock, with a string of Buddhist beads the size of a child's fist hanging around his neck. His eyes were neither sad nor happy as he looked at the young man with a spear a hundred meters away. His calmness alone was enough to make people feel terrible pressure.

"Donor, I will ask you one last time, do you really want to start the challenge?"

At this moment, the tall and majestic middle-aged monk opened and closed his lips, making a sound as muffled as a bell. Not only could the young man a hundred meters ahead hear it clearly, but also more than a thousand spectators far away could hear it clearly, which was enough to show how profound his cultivation was.

"Reverend Longshan! No need to say more! I, the Supreme Saint of Spear Dao, will definitely defeat you today! I will break through my martial arts with your defeat!"

The ordinary-looking spear warrior also made a sound of the same loudness, and his momentum was not inferior at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, the spectators around him suddenly became excited and started talking.

"Great! Today I can actually see two Xiantian Realm masters fighting each other!"

"Who is this person who calls himself the Supreme Saint of the Way of Spear? He has a very famous name, but why haven't I heard of him before?"

"Who knows? The name of Longshan Reverend was earned through so many years of fighting! This so-called Spear Saint has no record of any battles. In my opinion, he is just looking for death!"

(End of this chapter)