In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park

The sun shone onto the seemingly simple and desolate town, making the group of strangers look around in sheet confusion.

Was this truly the place?

Both Tsongai's disciples and Elder Kadiri's disciples looked around in wonder, thinking they might have stepped into the wrong place instead.

Kadiri was the calmest amongst them.

She was very certain this was the place.

So there was no need to doubt it all.

It was just that she couldn't lie about her being disappointed as well.

Goul, who was one of Nianzu's disciples, had been the one tasked with endorsing that the letters make it to one of her brother's many people.

As sect Leader, he couldn't very well see Goul or just about anyone for that matter.

There were channels and routes one had to go through to get information to him.

That said, after Goul had done what he had to do, he had also given elder Tsongai's head disciple a letter.

Nianzu and Tsongai had a great friendship, so their disciples also knew each other.

That said, after the head disciple read things through, he did as he was told and selected a few other disciples to go with him to Wenji town.

They couldn't all go since some people had to stay and look over their things.

Within the sect, elders sometimes went against each other, and their disciples would in turn fight against each other.

So Nianzu and Tsongai had their fair share of elders they hated.

So even with their numerous protective formations around their abode, if a stronger elder or person wanted to set their masters up to do something despicable, then they at least needed to defend and see who the person was before escaping away as fast as possible.

Not knowing the enemy was never a good thing.

It was better to know who to go after and slowly plan revenge.

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After Goul had informed them about Tsongai's orders, he painfully stayed in the set under Nianzu's orders.

His expression looked so painful that they were all too confused about what was happening here.

Only Goul knew that he couldn't talk about the matter in the sect yet until the Sect Leader made a decision.

If word went out and some greedy passerbys heard things, they might start looking for trouble in Wenji town instead.

A cultivator could hear whispers from miles away.

So forget about talking about it.

And he didn't want to write it down as well.

He would need to write an entire book to express himself when it concerned Wenji Town.

All he could do was painfully cry, feeling that his master hated him.

Why?

Why couldn't he stay there longer with Bho Su and the rest?

Funny enough, himself, Bho Su, and the rest were all supposed to be preparing for the inter-sect competition.

But because he was typically in charge of preparing everything on his master's side, he was asked to return earlier.

Sigh... For the first time, Goul hated his diligence and leadership abilities to always put things in order.

And that's how Goul and a few others stayed back, after like zombies in agony.

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As for Tsongai's disciples, they were now accompanied by Elder Kadiri and a few of her disciples, who were mostly females.action

They also came along to see their little sect sister Lulu, the little princess of the Profound.

Sect.

Everyone wondered what this Wenji town that kept so many people here would look like.

But now standing outside its gates, only disappointment could be seen on their faces.

Kadiri's expression turned grim.

What was written on that letter better be true, or she wouldn't fail to remind Nianzu and Tsongai about the consequences of their little deceitful play.

With that, Kadiri led the gang in.

"Everyone. Stay alert."

"Right." They replied, even though they thought it was useless.

But when they stepped in, they were immediately baffled and confused by the conversations around them.

God of war?

Sandovia?

New York bank Heist?

Sengoku Period?

Eh?

... Where the hell were these places?

And who the hell were these strange seniors they heard about?

Senior Luffy, Senior Kitana, Senior Kratos, Senior Oda Nobunaga... Who the hell are they?

Everyone looked at each other in more confusion before looking at Elder Kadiri as if asking for some clearance on the matter.

She must know of these people, right?

[Kadiri]: "_"

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Kadiri, the cold elder, was now speechless by the conversations she heard.

And the disciples beside her also found that this place might not be such a disappointment after all.

He held a subtle fear of the unexpected instead.

One of the girls thinned her lips vigilantly: "Master... I just heard a mortal say that they had just completed their Mission. This one is very suspicious.”

That is? What sort of mission can a mortal complete?

Sending them to any mission would be akin to sending them to their deaths.

So how could they be on any missions?

“Master. There are too many weird things about this town. So I think something is wrong with this town and their people… Could it be that they had been transformed into puppets?"

Everyone thought the same as well.

For one, for a desolate town like this, they seemed awfully excited, as if they were about to ascend the Lower realm instead.

Anyone who saw this would definitely think there was something wrong with these people.

Even the mortals were doing countless chores, like picking low-grade satoe grass, clearing the streets, planting flowers along the roads, farming, and choosing wood as if possessed by some happy puppets.

And from time to time, they would yell that they were about done with their missions.

But what bloody Missions were these?

Everything was just too confusing right now.

No! They had to find Nianzu, Tsongai, or even Lulu or Bho Shu to properly understand things.

And Kadiri knew just where they could begin their search.

The letter did say she should go to the Registration office before heading to the Gaming Hall.

So, Nianzu and the rest should be there, right?