Chapter 110: Calculations on All Sides

“How do we send warmth? Where should we send it? There must be a place, right?” Wang Tingting asked.

“Who here doesn’t have a few forbidden lands in hand? Let’s discuss and pick the one that’s the least dangerous. We’ll go there. But remember, whoever’s land is chosen, the main credit goes to them, no objections,” Daoist Chongming said seriously.

“In that case, my Demon Sect can contribute one. I guarantee it’s the safest and best for communication,” Wang Tingting offered.

“That’s not necessarily true. I have one too, and it belonged to our Daoist sect’s founding ancestor. I even know their preferences,” Chongming replied proudly.

“I know one as well. Though it’s of a higher level, the higher the level, the greater the feasibility,” added the young man from the Bone Sect.

“You’re acting like my Gu Sect doesn’t have one,” Li Xiaoxian said softly.

“Enough, you all. What’s the point of arguing? We agreed on peace, but look at yourselves—infighting. Is this peace? It’s laughable,” the old fortune teller said irritably.

“Brother Zhou, we’re all sensible here. No need to pretend to be confused. Nowadays, is peace more important than points? Without points, how do we improve our cultivation? Enough said. Since we can’t agree, let’s split up and act separately. Whoever has the ability takes first place,” Daoist Chongming calmly declared.

“Then I’ll take my leave,” the young man from the Bone Sect said, standing up and leaving.

The others exchanged glances and decisively left as well.

Having just earned points from Earth’s Home, no one wanted to miss the opportunity. The first to venture would all claim the main credit.

“Hey, what are you all doing…” The old fortune teller was infuriated.

A bunch of bastards—first they wrecked my plan, now they’re stealing my chance. They’re all beasts.

Soon, only Zhang Kai remained.

“Why don’t you leave?” the old fortune teller asked grumpily.

Zhang Kai replied calmly, “I can tell you already know the situation. I bet you’re just hoping they leave soon so you can make your move.”

The old fortune teller raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Zhang Kai said, “Fine, seeing how things stand, you don’t need my help. I won’t disturb you.” He then stood up.

“Wait.” The old fortune teller stopped him and looked deeply at Zhang Kai. “Boy, you’ve improved a lot. Can I still trust you?”

“At least I won’t steal your chance and can even offer help. But I expect benefits too, don’t I?” Zhang Kai smiled.

The old fortune teller said, “You’re cunning. Tell me, everything’s still uncertain. How will you handle it?”

“Peace needs a foundation—cooperation and mutual benefit. If all the benefits go to one side, that’s not peace, it’s exploitation. So with a foundation, making targeted concessions becomes easier. After all, even gods rely on human faith,” Zhang Kai said meaningfully.

The old fortune teller’s eyes brightened. “Not bad. I’ll take that advice. If I gain something, you won’t be left out.”

Zhang Kai said, “Then I’ll wait for the big shots to succeed.”

With that, he left.

This process of developing forbidden lands and creating harmonious coexistence always involves choosing one’s own reserved forbidden lands. Naturally, no one likes others meddling or taking a share of the profits.

Zhang Kai didn’t need those profits. His actions were all tests—testing what consequences any slight change might bring. Based on those outcomes, he could devise countermeasures.

After all, he had already seized the initiative. What he needed wasn’t to be the vanguard but to plan thoroughly and act strategically, reaching the goal before others.

His real opponents were not mere mortals but the taboos hidden in fate and possibly the true forms of gods and buddhas lurking in the shadows.

At this time, it wasn’t just the old fortune teller and his circle—countless others worldwide were plotting this peaceful coexistence.

After all, this was a sustainable path that could also bring benefits from Earth’s Home—a win-win scenario. Who wouldn’t want that?

However, contact with forbidden lands wasn’t something to be taken lightly; meticulous preparation was essential.

Two days passed. In the human world, though bustling, two young female martial heirs from Japan emerged, undefeated and famous.

In China, a gluttonous young girl began attracting attention in a small circle, targeted by several internet celebrity groups.

The Buddhist sect also spread news of a little monk who had inherited their tradition and was undergoing trials in the human realm.

But these were isolated cases. Everyone’s attention was fixed on the forbidden lands, eager to see which country, which lucky person, would first establish diplomatic ties and successfully build harmonious coexistence.

Wushan.

Outside a canyon water cave, Wang Tingting had been struggling here all day, her lips chafed, yet without any response, her face full of frustration.

In a mountain forest sinkhole in the southwest, Li Xiaoxian was loudly chanting an unintelligible language, her expression sincere and tone passionate.

Yet, no response came.

Wudang Mountain, underground cave.

The old fortune teller knelt before a sacred altar, surrounded by fine wine and dishes, chatting with several somewhat aged elders.

The elders appeared excited and enthusiastic, exchanging cups in a lively atmosphere.

“So, the outside world is different now. The times are changing. We have a chance to openly recruit followers among humans?” a dignified man in a long robe asked.

The old fortune teller hurriedly said, “Patriarch, how could I trick you? The human world now is unbelievable—Ultraman has appeared. Oh, you don’t know Ultraman? It’s a powerful cosmic race with lifespans counted in tens of thousands of years, capable of destroying planets and crossing universes. Our gods in the Three Realms are mighty, but only within those realms. The Ultraman race breaks cosmic laws, spreading through countless worlds. Their power is unimaginable. Yet, they love peace and never interfere with other species. This time they appeared to guide humanity to grow strong and resist the alien threat.”

“Not interfere? Yet they guide? You’re still naïve, boy,” the dignified man sneered.

The old fortune teller awkwardly said, “But the trend is unstoppable. Everyone’s doing this. We can’t just hide away. If we miss this chance, when will Wudang rise?”

“Envious?” an old Daoist glanced at the fortune teller.

“Master, you jest. I’m just unwilling to accept it.”

“Unwilling or not, you must obey the Patriarch. You’re no match. One wrong step and Wudang’s years of effort will be wasted,” the old Daoist scolded.

The old fortune teller shrank back in silence.

“Alright. This matter can be discussed, but the most important thing is that rumor—the division of faith, the true forms of gods. How did humans learn and spread such top secrets? What’s the purpose of revealing this secret existence?” the dignified man said solemnly.

The old fortune teller couldn’t help but ask, “Patriarch, could it be true?”

The dignified man replied, “I can’t say, but you’d better investigate. This isn’t simple. If it escalates, we’ll be caught in a dilemma. Being stuck in the middle will be troublesome.”

The old fortune teller looked puzzled. “Why wouldn’t it please anyone?”

The dignified man said, “If by procedure, I’ll undergo the tribulation to eliminate cosmic karma. Wudang can then continue its legacy. But if I fail, the true form will suffer. Two Patriarchs—who will you listen to then?”

The old fortune teller: ???