However, it profoundly influenced the broader low-level battle lines and grassroots lines!

The Sequence Nine members of the Committee are generally weak; they can’t defeat the Sequence Nine of the Dark Side.

But they have numbers!

In addition, with mass-produced firearms and Immortal Elixirs, they arm countless special operations personnel who have nothing to do with immortals, the numbers grow even larger!

With their presence, the scattered small cities on this land are all safeguarded and can withstand the threats of darkness.

This North Suburb Base serves as a powerful, beating heart, energizing and supplying the grassroots lines!

"Therefore... the North Suburb Base, this heart, preserves the scattered small cities, preventing the low-sequence disciples of the Ancient Immortals from wreaking havoc and stunting their growth!

"At this moment... it’s a thorn in the eye of the Ancient Immortals, a thorn in their flesh.

"And I..."

Bai Mo grinned, looking at his own hands.

With a thought, the Fire Toad Balloon, twenty thousand meters high in the night sky and hundreds of miles away, suddenly accelerated, pushing through the night wind, breaking through the clouds, flying away like a shooting star...

"I just need to guard this North Suburb Base, waiting for the Ancient Immortals to lose their patience, waiting for them to send their strongest Sequence Seven disciples.

"Just need to wait!"

...

Huff...

The Fire Toad Balloon traversed the vast night sky, gradually braking, hovering over the North Suburb Base.

A pair of eyes glanced downward, seeing through the vast night, the night wind, and the flowing clouds. They saw workshops seeming quiet but actually bustling with activity, and office buildings no longer hidden, shining bright despite their worn condition, tirelessly working.

...

Poison Master Wang E cautiously pretended as if nothing happened, continuing to review the materials.

After a while, he felt a slight drowsiness, noticing something strange in his mind.

The Ancient Immortal has arrived!

Sure enough, his eyes darkened, and he slumped over the computer desk, deeply asleep.

"How’s it going? 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Did you find out anything?

"Is that North Suburb Base truly making guns? Bullets and guns that can kill Sequence Nine?"

Wang E opened his eyes and found himself sitting cross-legged before the chair of the Ancient Demon Monkey Immortal.

He promptly replied.

"I checked the intelligence in the Dark World and also looked at some rumors online... It should be quite likely."

The Ancient Demon Monkey Immortal glared, nostrils flaring.

"Annoying!

"A bunch of bugs that’s eventually going to be wiped out, still out to disgust people!

"No wonder your fellow juniors, who helped me gather materials, got their heads blown off.

"They were killed by these guns, right?"

With his head lowered and eyes rolling, Wang E replied quickly.

"Master!

"How about letting me help solve your problems by destroying that base?"

The Medicine Monkey Ancient Immortal paused for a moment, then smiled, patting Wang E’s head.

"I am happy that you have this intention!

"But you can’t go; you’re not experienced enough.

"You’re only Sequence Eight. The current priority is to cultivate quickly, learn swiftly, and advance promptly.

"That damned base doesn’t only annoy our clan.

"There are other Immortals, more annoying than our Meat Bottle Mountain!

"There’s no need for us to expend effort. Let them go and destroy that base, and we’ll just enjoy the benefits."

Wang E’s eyes widened, smiling broadly.

"Master, you’re brilliant!

"Hahaha!

"Aren’t you also worried about me, afraid I’ll be killed by that Alchemist in the West State?"

The Medicine Monkey Ancient Immortal nodded, stroking Wang E’s hair.

"Yes, you’re my personal disciple. Of course, I must consider you."

Wang E frowned again.

"But with that Alchemist present, will the other Ancient Immortals’ disciples succeed if they go?"

The Medicine Monkey Ancient Immortal waved dismissively, disinterested.

"If one Sequence Seven is not enough, send three, five, ten there!

"If they still can’t win, turn them all into puppets, and operate them personally!

"He’s just a small Sequence Seven Alchemist. Can he really overturn the heavens?"

With crafty eyes, Wang E continued his probing.

"Master, what do you mean by turning them into puppets?

"Is it very powerful?

"Is it your specialty?"

The Ancient Immortal looked toward the distance, grinned, seemingly reminiscing about the past, recalling the years gone by.

"Yes... It’s a specialty I’ve played with for hundreds of years! Hehehe!"

...

In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

The West State Committee had already completed its focus shift, deploying heavy troops outside the North Suburb Base.

Moreover, it no longer hid, moving various instruments and office equipment here, intending to reside permanently.

Yet, the attack from the Ancient Immortals never materialized; the entire base remained calm, as if the Ancient Immortals had forgotten about this matter.

Twenty thousand meters high in the sky, the Fire Toad balloon kept its eyes wide open, monitoring every grass and tree of the base.

In his dreams, Fox Mountain, Bai Mo temporarily set aside this matter.

"...No need to rush; this thing isn’t like a courier where you can track its progress. It’s uncertain when it will arrive.

"When it’s finally delivered, I’ll go pick it up; it’s not too late."

In the valley, the "Eighteen Layers of Hell" had been excavated by the foxes into a massive pit.

Currently, the excavation had reached the fifth underground layer, with fiery red figures swinging little shovels, digging vigorously.

Bai Mo walked around the excavation site, carefully reading every unearthed broken wall and the words carved on them.

At this level, there were no Celestial Laws. Instead, there recorded the accumulation of Immortal Techniques gained by the Celestial Immortals in prolonged battles with Ancient Immortals.

"Is this... a prescription to counter the Sumeru Illusion Realm?"

Bai Mo simply sat cross-legged in the muddy ground, pulled out a tablet, and began transcribing the prescription.

As he transcribed, he pondered and marveled.

"Quite wonderful!

"Truly a prescription from the Celestial Immortals.

"Minimal use of medicine, high output, ingenious conception.

"Probably revised many times over millennia?"

Beside him, the fox disciple Big Flower Arm, hearing the master’s admiration, looked at the wall again with renewed appreciation!

It extended its fox claw, gently wiping away the dirt from the wall.

These are the valuable knowledge of Fox Mountain, and must be treated with respect!

As it was wiping, it suddenly sensed the master coming behind, promptly making room for him.

"Ying ying ying!"

Bai Mo patted his disciple’s head, grinned, and looked at the freshly cleaned wall.

"Huh? This is..."

[Marquis Qing Yue once served as a Celestial Immortal in the Celestial Palace, fighting for a hundred years, achieving countless victories, and earning widespread fame, impressing the entire court]

[The Marquis spent thirty years pursuing the Puppet Immortal Pi Fu, diligently studying the art of breaking puppetry]

[Today the Marquis records the Immortal Technique here, for future generations]

"Is it something else left by Marquis Qing Yue?

"Constantly taking advantage of her, it’s kind of embarrassing."

Bai Mo smiled, took out his tablet, and started transcribing.

While transcribing, he skimmed through Marquis Qing Yue’s Immortal Technique.

"Is this a prescription?"

The document recorded this as a self-created prescription by Marquis Qing Yue, named "Doll Burning Soup," specifically for treating various puppets with excellent results!

Having roughly understood the used ingredients, Bai Mo clicked his tongue.

"A bit extravagant."

Thinking carefully, it’s understandable.

In Marquis Qing Yue’s era, the Immortal Realm was not yet ruins, with countless pavilions and towers, the Immortal Dynasty thriving and prosperous. There were innumerable Immortals and slaves laboring endlessly in boundless medicinal fields, producing a variety of Immortal Grasses.

She battled with Fallen Immortals, and even everyday Fallen Immortals not yet polluted, were dangerous life-and-death contests. In such times, using a more lavish prescription to boost combat power and win chances was certainly justifiable.

Only, placed today...

"Even for Fox Mountain, this prescription has a somewhat low cost-effectiveness."

Bai Mo smacked his lips, temporarily transcribing the prescription, preparing to make some optimizations and improvements later.

He wandered in these ruins, continued transcribing and studying each document on the walls.

Most of these documents are signature techniques left by renowned Ancient Immortals for future generations, with low cost-effectiveness. But, interestingly, a large part discusses how to counter Puppet Immortal Techniques. Presumably, in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, puppet theaters were a widespread issue, a major source of business for Celestial Immortals.

Bai Mo transcribed while pondering, delighting in his work.

"Haha, once I’ve absorbed it all and understood, let’s see who dares use Puppet Immortal Techniques in front of me!"