Otherworldly Desert Dust

It's obvious that Ruan Muhuan actually wants to see what kind of power these Immortals truly possess.

But such things can only be truly felt by personally engaging in combat with them.

The battle Wu Hen just had with that Immortal couldn't really be used as a reference. For all we know, that Snow Eyebrow Immortal Wu Hen treated like a ball might cause the entire Martial God Institute to break out in a sweat if they had to face him collectively.

"Well, this works too. Peaceful now," Ruan Muhuan said.

His people finally seemed to understand how to show respect to other members of the Human Clan.

The True Martial Continent was relatively semi-isolated compared to the entire Cang Chu Divine Realm. You could tell just by looking at the agency set up in Martial God City to accommodate foreigners. People from the continent always felt that their cultivation method was superior, and often sought a sense of superiority when dealing with foreigners. In truth, even figures like Fei Que Martial God, who maintained dominance on the True Martial Continent, would only be a marginal character among the gods in the Cang Chu Divine Realm…

Likely, after enduring considerable frustration during interactions with other Human Clans, they vented their resentment on their own kind instead. Fei Que Martial God, of course, refused to listen to advice and insisted on messing with Nuwa God End.

"This place here seems a bit dull; want to go cause some trouble elsewhere?" Wu Hen raised an eyebrow and asked Ruan Muhuan.

"Sure," Ruan Muhuan replied, fully understanding Wu Hen's temperament.

Simply put, he was also the kind of person who would resolve disagreements with fists if reasoning didn't work—beat them until they didn't dare argue.

The difference was that Wu Hen wouldn't provoke enemies he wasn't confident about defeating.

Back when he roamed the chaotic Jianghu, there were many people he had to keep an eye out for. But now, in Infinite City, there were likely few he couldn't handle.

Ruan Muhuan was about to lead Wu Hen to the busiest part of the city—an area where Human Clans competed daily—but after taking a few steps, Wu Hen suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed on the empty sky.

Ruan Muhuan's icy eyes followed Wu Hen's line of sight, faintly capturing an elusive outline. This silhouette was unique and mysterious, at first glance resembling an ordinary floating cloud, shifting shapes with the breeze. Upon closer inspection, however, the cloud appeared like someone sitting there…

It was likely another Immortal.

The realm of this individual clearly surpassed that of Snow Eyebrow Immortal Shang Hu. It was unclear whether this Immortal had been observing everything from the beginning or had only appeared after the Snow Eyebrow Immortal suffered that humiliating strike from Wu Hen.

"Do you understand human speech, or something else entirely?" Wu Hen spoke directly to the figure seated on the cloud.

"Rules must be established in Infinite City, and once established, someone needs to enforce them. You chased away the junior from our ranks assigned here, so wouldn't this area become chaotic? Besides your Nuwa Lineage and True Martial Lineage, there are many other invited Human Clans. Not all of them are courteous and well-mannered; some are even bloodthirsty and worship violence to resolve everything…" said the Immortal sitting on the cloud.

"So you still want to kill a chicken to scare a monkey, showing every Human Clan that they mustn't defy the intent of your Immortal Lineage? I didn't even sweat earlier—come practice with me," Wu Hen interrupted, already gearing up for action.

As expected, the age-old rule of the Cultivation Realm and Immortal Cultivation World remained unchanged: once you defeat the junior, the elder steps in!

"No, no, no, you've misunderstood," said the Immortal seated on the cloud.

"No misunderstanding at all—let's fight first and talk later. It's been a while since I sparred with you Immortal Clan folks!" Wu Hen charged straight toward the cloud.

"Calm down and let me finish!" The Immortal on the cloud became anxious, seeing Wu Hen's berserk Divine Fist heading his way, accompanied by the mighty force of the Cangxia. His voice even wavered.

"Fine, say your dying words," Wu Hen halted in front of the Immortal seated on the cloud, separated only by a faint layer of mist.

"Rules need to be set, and enforcement is required. Since you've chased away Shang Hu, this city area might easily breed conflicts. Nuwa God End won't be in trouble anymore, but what about the other Human Clans? We Immortals don't have enough personnel, and this massive Infinite City requires management… So my point is, could I trouble you to take charge of this city area? Your fists are big enough to silence the unruly Human Clans, and your sense of justice will guide the reasonable ones to follow the rules. Wouldn't that bring peace here in no time?" The Immortal on the cloud spoke quickly, clarifying his intent.

Behind Wu Hen, the faint outline of Cangxia shimmered, ready to crush the Immortal at any moment. Yet after hearing his statement, Wu Hen relaxed his tightly clenched fists slightly.

"You want me to be a city management officer?" Wu Hen asked.

"Someone has to do the work. We've already invited Human Clan geniuses to help manage Infinite City—after all, it has many Human Clan residents. Most of us in the Immortal Lineage prefer seclusion and solitary cultivation. Honestly, seeing so many people tires us out. Managing a few disciples is exhausting enough—they often run off to the Mortal World to throw their weight around. Let alone managing this vast Infinite City," explained the Immortal on the cloud.

Huh… This Immortal really sounds like a modern person.

Wu Hen had completely unclenched his fists now, scratching his head.

This type of Immortal—if he really hit him—would make Wu Hen seem utterly unreasonable.

"See? Some Immortals are reasonable. That Snow Eyebrow guy earlier was definitely too pretentious," Wu Hen said.

"It's normal. Our Immortal Lineage avoids contact for centuries, and the moment we do, we automatically assume an air of superiority. Also, Shang Hu's eyebrows and hair—both dyed using a paste made from Snow Silver Immortal Grass. I've seen his hair and eyebrows before, and they look just like yours," said the Immortal on the cloud.

"…" Wu Hen didn't even know how to respond.

Seriously? And this Immortal was so down-to-earth he exposed his fellow Immortal's embarrassing secrets?

"Are you sure you want me to act as Infinite City's city manager?" Wu Hen asked.

"Yes. I only understand cultivation, not how to govern people. Look at Shang Hu's arrogant attitude—it's typical of someone we elders didn't discipline enough and let grow unruly," the Immortal on the cloud replied.

"You make a good point, but honestly, I'm not great at managing either. However, there are many in my clan who used to be senior executives in large corporations back on the Mortal World. They're pros at fostering teamwork and coexistence. How about I let them host meetings to educate surrounding Human Clans about the principles of harmonious and friendly coexistence?" Wu Hen suggested.

"Sure, whatever you arrange. As long as everyone peacefully gets through this Human Clan summit," agreed the down-to-earth Immortal.

Clearly, this Immortal was genuinely troubled. For a recluse who avoided worldly matters, presiding over such a large Human Clan affair and maintaining steady order was tougher than Crossing Tribulation!

"Are you socially anxious?" Wu Hen teased with a suspicion.

"Huh?? How'd you guess!" The down-to-earth Immortal was visibly stunned.

Yep. He had social anxiety!

In fact, many Immortals suffered from this…

But his case was particularly severe!