What’s the situation? A robbery? Mu Yanxin watched as numerous Cultivators riding on Divine Artifacts rushed toward that rusty, dilapidated Flying Ship, recalling what his father had mentioned about Robber Cultivators during their call.
In his original world, Robber Cultivators were not a rare phenomenon.
On the contrary, many Cultivators built their fortunes through robbery, and it was common to see people coming to blows over a specific treasure.
But he had never seen a scene where hundreds of Cultivators charged at such a dilapidated Flying Ship at once to rob it. Were Robber Cultivators this blatant nowadays?
Moreover, in Mu Yanxin’s impression, those who could afford Flying Boats and Flying Ships were either from great Sects or were wealthy individuals. Every Flying Boat was magnificent, with a luxurious and beautiful appearance.
The unique Flying Ship before him, however, was rusty and covered in stains.
It looked no different from the Junkyard below; it wouldn’t even seem out of place if it were thrown directly into the trash pit. Which Sect would be so careless with their own Flying Ship?
Just as Mu Yanxin thought these people would attack in a swarm, the scene he imagined did not occur. Those Cultivators merely stopped around the Flying Ship, watching it like hawks.
What now? Do they think they can’t win, so they’re waiting for others to make a move?
Mu Yanxin watched the Flying Ship, which continued at an unhurried pace; it didn’t seem to have any intention of escaping or counterattacking.
As Mu Yanxin decided to watch the event unfold, the Gliding Board automatically slowed down and hovered in mid-air, allowing him to observe the situation.
When it reached the space above a massive pit, the Flying Ship finally stopped.
Then, the bottom of the ship opened, and countless pieces of trash poured out—Waste Pills, Wasted Talismans, various Divine Artifacts and Divine Treasures, broken Marionettes, Demonic Beast bones, and more.
Instantly, the hundreds of surrounding Cultivators swarmed forward, beginning to scramble for the falling trash. It turned out that this had been their goal from the start.
“Haha! Snowflake Powder produced by Yangxin Hall, and it only just expired!” an old man laughed loudly as he grabbed a medicine bottle.
“These Divine Artifacts from the Ten Thousand Treasures Sect can be used after some repairs. The Young Masters in the Upper Zone are truly wasteful,” a beautiful female Cultivator said.
After snatching several Divine Artifacts that still emitted spiritual light, she immediately fled into the distance.
“Get lost! These are all mine!” A Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator released a powerful aura, blowing away the surrounding Cultivators.
Simultaneously, he threw out a golden net-like Divine Artifact, capturing a large batch of seemingly valuable trash in one go.
Mu Yanxin was dumbfounded by this scene, yet he found it incredibly bizarre. On one hand, he felt it was normal to scramble for these valuable things; he had previously wondered why they were being wasted.
On the other hand, seeing dignified Cultivators fighting over a pile of trash, even coming to blows over items they set their sights on, felt indescribably strange and comical.
Especially since there were Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators among them; it was simply improper.
At the same time, he understood how this Junkyard spanning dozens of miles had come to be. It was formed by the trash dumped by this Flying Ship, and most of it was likely just the leftovers that people didn’t want.
Once the trash that wasn’t severely damaged or could be easily recycled was snatched away, those Cultivators retreated to various parts of the Junkyard to continue searching for waste that was useful to them.
Meanwhile, the Marionettes from before carried the large Iron Boxes they had sorted and moved them onto the dilapidated Flying Ship in the sky.
Once full, the Flying Ship closed its hatch, turned around, and headed in another direction.
Mu Yanxin finally understood. This Flying Ship likely transported trash from the Great City to this location, dumped it, and then carried the trash sorted by the Marionettes elsewhere. However, exactly where it was taken or how it was processed remained unknown.
Mu Yanxin also observed that these oddly shaped Marionettes seemed completely unpiloted.
After the Flying Ship left, they continued their repetitive tasks in the Junkyard: sorting trash, preliminary disassembly, and moving items into the Iron Boxes.
In his original world, Marionettes had to be controlled by a Cultivator’s Spirit Sense. While there were indeed advanced Marionettes capable of automatic patrolling, they relied on instructions pre-programmed into Formation Arrays and Forbidden Wards, and they mostly appeared in Cultivators’ Cave Dwellings or Sects.
But this was just a Junkyard. Mu Yanxin didn’t see any grand Formation Arrays or Forbidden Wards. How did these Marionettes move on their own? Had a small Forbidden Ward been placed inside each one?
But the cost of doing that would be too high, especially for Marionettes that merely recycled trash.
While Mu Yanxin was still puzzled, he suddenly felt several ill-intentioned gazes fixed on him. He realized he had stayed in the air for too long and had already attracted the attention of this bunch of “colleagues.”
“Go!” Mu Yanxin whispered. The Gliding Board instantly turned into a flash of light, rushing toward the Great City at full speed and quickly shaking off those hostile gazes.
Mu Yanxin felt the convenience of this Divine Artifact. He didn’t even need to use his Spirit Sense to control it; it could fly on its own. This allowed him to concentrate his Spirit Sense entirely on investigating the surrounding scenery.
Speaking of Spirit Sense, Mu Yanxin discovered that his Spirit Sense range was quite large. Although he had reached Foundation Establishment a hundred days after his birth and had almost no memory of the Qi Refining stage, as a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, he still had some understanding of a Qi Refining stage’s Spirit Sense range—it shouldn’t exceed one mile.
But now, he felt that if he exerted his Spirit Sense to the fullest, he could clearly perceive every plant and tree within a range of about three miles.
This was definitely not a range a Qi Refining stage Cultivator should have; even a Cultivator in the early Foundation Establishment stage might not possess such strong Spirit Sense.
Just what kind of inexplicable Cultivation Method did this Original Host practice? Both his physique and Spirit Sense were abnormally strong. Could it be some very obscure Cultivation Method?
Relying on this abnormal Spirit Sense, Mu Yanxin noticed many things along the way to the Great City.
First, there was more than one of those rusty Steel Ships. On his way to the Great City, at least three more Junk Ships of the same model flew past; they were also heading out to dump trash.
Seeing four transport ships in such a short time, Mu Yanxin could understand how that Junkyard spanning dozens of miles had formed.
At the same time, he marveled at how many Cultivators must live in that Great City to generate so much waste related to the Cultivation Path.
Besides those three Steel Ships, Mu Yanxin also saw many flying objects smaller than a person. They appeared to be Divine Artifacts, but he saw no Cultivators controlling them.
These flying objects looked somewhat like octopuses, with a protruding head and a single eye flashing with red light.
The claws below gripped an Iron Box larger than the object itself. Upon closer inspection, these Iron Boxes were similar to the ones used by the Marionettes in the Junkyard for trash recovery.
Mu Yanxin speculated that these were either remotely controlled Divine Artifacts or automatic Marionettes with pre-set behaviors, tasked with discarding or recovering trash.
It was just that they looked like neither humans nor animals; he didn’t know what they were.