68: Chapter 68 Shocking! Former Cultivation Master Plants Trees in the Desert

At the edge of the Taklamakan Desert, the midday sun was as scorching as a multi-hundred-thousand-watt light bulb.

The surface temperature had exceeded sixty degrees, and the air shimmered like water ripples.

A group of old men, dressed in gray prison uniforms with heavy black electronic shackles locked around their ankles, were sweating profusely on this barren land.

If this scene were to get out, it would absolutely make the entire Cultivator world drop their jaws in shock.

These prisoners, covered in dust and exhausted like old dogs, were the once world-renowned high-level members of the Kunlun Sect.

That scrawny old man, swinging a hoe and huffing and puffing as he dug tree pits, was Sect Leader Xuanjizi, a half-step Soul Transformation expert who, just a month ago, had wanted to sacrifice the entire city's population.

"Crack!"

A specially made nano-material whip lashed hard across Sect Leader Xuanjizi's back. Although it didn't draw blood, it made him shiver all over in pain, and his hoe nearly flew out of his hand.

"What are you dawdling for! How many trees have you planted so far?"

The supervisor was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, holding a thermos and tucking a tablet computer under his arm, with an expression of disappointment at their lack of progress.

He was none other than the "Great Sage Equal to Heaven," Great Sage Equal to Heaven, who had caused a scene in the Heavenly Palace a while ago.

Now, he had secured a stable government job and become the temporary captain of the Bureau of Anomalies' Taklamakan Greening Team.

Sect Leader Xuanjizi clutched his back, tears streaming down his face mixed with mud: "This young friend... no, Captain Sun, this old man really cannot dig anymore. These electronic shackles weigh five hundred jin, and they've sealed my Qi Sea; I'm just a bag of old bones now..."

"Cut the crap!" Great Sage Equal to Heaven glared. "The Bureau Director said that since you Cultivators pride yourselves on being Heaven-Defying, then you can grow a forest in this desert. Your Physique is over ten times stronger than an ordinary person's; this little bit of work is nothing! If you don't meet your KPI today, your dinner buns will be canceled!"

Hearing "dinner buns will be canceled," several former Golden Core Elders nearby were so scared that their hoes struck the ground, sending sparks flying.

Under the Bureau of Anomalies' reform, notions like fasting or having an immortal demeanor were all nonsense; now, being able to eat a hot, steamed bun was their lifelong pursuit.

Far away in Yanjing City, three thousand kilometers away.

On the large screen in the command center of the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs, Director Gu watched the real-time surveillance of the desert, taking a sip of tea with a blank expression.

This was the best outcome a society ruled by law could arrange for Cultivators—labor reform, benefiting the environment.

"Beep—! Beep—! Beep—!"

Suddenly, the soft blue light in the command hall instantly turned into a glaring deep red.

The siren's wail tore through the air.

"Warning! An extremely high-energy spatial fluctuation has been detected in the center of Yanjing City!"

"Coordinates locked: Chaoyang District, The Place!"

"Energy level assessment: S-Rank! Non-local energy reaction!"

Director Gu's teacup froze in mid-air, his gaze instantly becoming sharp as a knife.

The Place.

As one of the most prosperous business districts in Yanjing City, it was always teeming with people.

Under the giant sky screen, young couples were taking selfies, children were playing by the fountain, and everything appeared so peaceful and beautiful.

Until the space shattered like a mirror without any warning.

Five figures appeared out of thin air in the center of the plaza.

They wore exaggerated dark alloy battle armor, covered in sci-fi weapons that simply did not belong to this era.

The leader was a man as burly as a bear, with a centipede-like scar across his face, and one eye replaced by a red mechanical prosthetic.

Reincarnator team— "Devil Team."

The captain, "Tyrant," raised his left hand and glanced at the holographic text appearing on his tactical watch.

[Main God Space Mission Issued]

[Current World: Low-Martial Arts Urban Plane (No. 9527)]

[Mission Objective: Within 24 hours, plunge Yanjing City into an S-Rank state of panic.]

[Mission Reward: Two A-Rank side story plots, 5000 reward points.]

[Failure Penalty: Total annihilation of all members.]

"Heh, another mowing mission with newbie-village difficulty."

An alluring woman standing beside Tyrant stuck out her scarlet tongue and licked the corner of her mouth. She was holding a Gauss rifle that was still charging, the muzzle emitting a faint blue light.

Codename "Demon Fox."

She scanned the passersby who had stopped in astonishment, her eyes filled with a sense of superiority, as if looking at a group of pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"In this low-level plane that doesn't even have Spiritual Qi, we are gods."

Demon Fox sneered and placed her finger on the trigger. "Captain, I'm almost falling asleep. Let's just start, shall we? Once we finish the mission early, I still need to return to the Main God Space to strengthen my bloodline."

The surrounding citizens were still dazed; some raised their phones to take pictures, thinking this was another film crew doing a flash mob or cosplay.

"That big guy's special effects makeup looks so good..."

Tyrant coldly glanced at the group of "ants" holding their phones, a cruel arc forming at the corner of his mouth.

"Do it."

"Remember, don't kill them all at once. You must slaughter them brutally; the more miserable, the better, so the panic value will rise faster."

Just as he finished speaking.

"Whoosh!"

Demon Fox raised her hand and fired a micro-plasma grenade.

She didn't even aim, just casually threw it into the most crowded part of the crowd.

The blue orb traced a parabolic arc and landed at the feet of a group of female students queuing for milk tea.

"Boom!!"

The blinding blue light instantly swallowed everything within a ten-meter radius.

The high-temperature plasma instantly vaporized the people in the center, and the shockwave, mixed with severed limbs and boiling hot blood, splashed in all directions like raindrops.

The passerby who had just been praising the "special effects makeup" lost half of their body in an instant, their remaining hand still tightly gripping the phone.

"Ahhhhh—!!!"

After a brief silence, the screams almost shattered the sky screen glass.

The once-orderly plaza instantly turned into a living Hell.

The crowd fled frantically like ants whose nest had been bombed, trampling over each other.

"Hahaha! Run! Scream! Your fear is my best stimulant!"

Another member of the Devil Team, holding a six-barreled rotary machine gun, began strafing the fleeing crowd.

The metal storm tore through flesh, and blood stained the white floor tiles red.

This was the rule of the Main God Space.

For Reincarnators, the indigenous people in the mission world were not considered humans at all; they were just moving NPCs, walking reward points.

Bureau of Anomalous Affairs.

Director Gu stared fixedly at the hellish tragedy on the screen.

Watching those innocent citizens dying tragically, watching the wild laughter on the faces of those thugs who treated murder as a game.

"Crack!"

The porcelain cup in Director Gu's hand was crushed into pieces.

The shards pierced his palm, and blood mixed with tea dripped onto the table, but he seemed completely unaware.

Since taking over this mess, he had caught posers, sentenced Cultivators, and fought against those with "middle school syndrome."

Although those "protagonists" were all lawless, at least they were still people of this world and still cared somewhat about Karma and interests.

But this group was different.

This was pure evil.

It was the wanton trampling of low-dimensional life by high-dimensional beings.

"Director Gu, the police have arrived, but the enemy's firepower is too strong. Ordinary bullets can't penetrate their shields at all..." the liaison officer's voice trembled.

"Have the police pull back and evacuate the crowd on the perimeter."

Director Gu pulled a tissue from the table and slowly wiped the blood off his hand, his voice so calm it was chilling.

"This is not a public security case."

"Classify it as: Major external armed terrorist attack."

He turned around and strode toward the equipment room, every step making the floor emit a dull thud.

"Notify Special Service Teams One and Two to carry heavy anti-materiel weapons and deploy all personnel."

"Also, activate the city-wide 'Spatial Anchor Generator'."

Director Gu walked to the door, paused slightly, and looked back at the still-laughing "Demon Fox" on the screen.

"Since you've come, don't even think about leaving alive."