I have a space station

Gu Qingyi also wanted to inject a dose.

If the medicinal effects described in the announcement were real, then in a year, Huaguo would be full of Rank 9 cultivators.

By then, she would be trash, easily killed by anyone.

She had to inject it, whether she wanted to or not.

"Could this be the council's plan? Could this medicine have any side effects?" Gu Qingyi thought of a possibility and began to hesitate again.

If they were trying to lure everyone into the game with this, wouldn't it be tragic after the injection?

Once controlled by others, there wouldn't even be a chance to regret it.

She spent a month in this dilemma.

On July 26, 2058, the first Golden Core cultivator appeared, and the situation in Huaguo finally reached a critical point, unable to hold on any longer.

Outside the Kyoto base.

"Baili Ji, come out!" Someone shouted outside the base, their voice extremely penetrating.

"Who is it? How dare you call the Speaker's name in public?" The soldier on duty at the gate ran out to question.

"Huh? Rank 3!" The person in the air was shocked.

Even a gatekeeper had advanced to Rank 3. How were they, these veteran cultivators, supposed to compete?

"Tell Baili Ji to come out. I have something to discuss with him," the person said.

"Who does the Speaker think he is? Someone you can see whenever you want? If you know what's good for you, leave immediately!" The soldier knew the person's realm was higher than his, but he wasn't afraid at all.

"How dare you!" The person swiped down with one hand.

A wave of energy slashed towards the soldier.

"Buzz ~"

The energy wave hit the protective shield, emitting ripples of blue.

"Crap! I was reckless!" The person's heart sank.

He had been lying low for over a thousand years, and now he had cultivated to the Rank 5 Nascent Soul stage. He originally thought he was very talented, but he didn't expect that after the council launched this potion, a large number of Rank 3 experts appeared in a matter of days.

If this continued for another month or two, wouldn't they all surpass him?

If that were the case, what was the point of his painstaking cultivation for over a thousand years?

What made him unable to help but expose himself was that he was worried about being tricked and didn't inject it at the time.

Now, even if he wanted to inject it, it was impossible. The chamber of commerce told him that sales were over, and there were no more goods.

Who could tolerate this?

He had to get a dose.

So, today, he came.

As a result, he kicked a steel plate.

"Who's causing trouble here?" Suddenly, someone shouted.

In an instant, they had already appeared outside the base.

"Rank 5? Are you the one causing trouble here?" the soldier asked.

"Mis... misunderstanding." The person quickly changed his tune.

He had already sensed a strong killing intent. If he continued to be stubborn, he would surely die.

"Considering this is your first offense, we won't pursue it. If you dare to cause trouble again, don't blame us for being impolite! Leave immediately!" the special operations member threatened.

"This... this comrade, I... I want to apply for a dose of God... Godly Water, I don't know if it's... possible?" The person was so scared that he couldn't speak properly.

"It's out of stock! Keep an eye on the official announcements for when it will be available next!" the special operations member replied.

"Okay! ... Okay, okay! I will definitely pay attention at all times!" the person replied, bowing and scraping.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" the special operations member squinted.

"I'm leaving now! Leaving now!" The person ran away in a puff of smoke.

"You guys listen too. The medicine is gone! It's not certain when it will be available next! If you want to fight, keep an eye on the official announcements at any time. But let me say this first, if anyone dares to cause trouble, don't blame me for being impolite! Get lost!" the special operations member shouted into the distance.

As a late-stage Rank 9 expert, he was already at the peak of cultivators.

This shout scared all the lurking monsters and demons out of their wits, and they quickly turned around and ran.

This was just the beginning.

From this day on, many cultivators came to Kyoto every day. Then they scurried away with their tails between their legs.

...

During this time, Gu Qingyi repeatedly urged the communication team countless times, demanding that they contact Liu Feiying immediately.

But the communication team always gave the same reply: Councilor Liu cannot be reached temporarily.

This made Gu Qingyi as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

In the past few days, other closed bases had begun to contact her one after another, inquiring about the Godly Water.

As expected, you can't wrap fire with paper. Now, even within the closed bases, everyone was talking about the magic of the Godly Water.

Gu Qingyi couldn't answer them now and could only deal with them perfunctorily.

Another month passed like this.

In the dozens of open bases, most people had already entered the Golden Core stage, and a very few had advanced to the Nascent Soul stage.

Everyone couldn't sit still anymore.

The council said in the announcement that it would establish a cultivator academy in Kyoto: the Hongmeng Academy.

This was what they needed most now.

Who understood the distress of having talent but not knowing how to cultivate?

Therefore, the temporary command posts in the bases were surrounded.

Everyone wanted to register in Kyoto as soon as possible, worried that if they went late, the quotas would be full.

Cultivation is something where if you are one step slow, you are slow every step. Moreover, if you fall behind, you will be beaten.