Intelligence Bureau

WHEN MORNING CAME, Yang Lujia stretched his body out. He had a good sleep while he left his disciples to train themselves in their own worlds.

The inn unexpectedly made him sleep well. It went against the principles of cultivators. However, it didn't matter to him at all. Besides, the scripture he practiced required him to do leisure things such as sleeping in order to advance his cultivation level.

"Hey, Lu Dianne? Lu Daily? What's your name again?" When Yang Lujia went down the inn's stairs, he was supposed to greet Lu Daiyu but he surprisingly forgot her name. He wasn't bothered, nevertheless. "Never mind, I'll stroll around the city first thing in the morning. I want to see what it looks like during the morning."

As Lu Daiyu opened her mouth, she found out that Yang Lujia had already disappeared in front of her on a whim. It was such an unprecedented sight that it made her gasp. In fact, it could be said that Yang Lujia subconsciously activated some of his understanding of the time rules and didn't notice that he froze everything around him momentarily.

Walking outside on the streets, Guile City was still as bustling as it was before. He thought that such a sight would never appear in Da Sishen. After all, this realm was abundant with death rules.

Soon enough, he heard footsteps synchronically sounding in his ears. When he leaned his eyes in that direction, he saw youths who looked slightly older than him marching on the street while shouting some words he didn't understand. They were also people who wore the same clothes. All of them were wearing white robes with red belts wrapped around their waists. Each of their belts seemed to be embroidered with a symbol that resembled a crescent moon with a 'loli' riding on it. When he read out the words, he was slightly surprised.

"There's actually an academy in this city," he muttered. "Guile Magus Academy, huh? Why does it sound like they're magicians and not cultivators? Never mind, cultivating is already magical in itself, anyway."

When he tried to pass by them, he stared at the faces of these youths. Certain women had chests as flat as the city's fortress, while some were as bulky as mountains. Putting that aside, some men also had brusque physiques, while the rest had slimmer bodies that even wind could seem to blow them away like paper.

It was such a nice sight to behold. Even the bystanders were enthralled by their march. As Yang Lujia thought, they were like soldiers in this city, ready to fight for the sake of the people who live here.

"Hey, aren't they our senior brothers?" a childlike voice of a girl rang in Yang Lujia's ears. However, he didn't pay attention to it. Soon enough, this childlike voice noticed Yang Lujia's face and posture while walking. She got star-struck. Her mouth involuntarily drooled a drop of her saliva. "What a handsome guy! What the hell!"

When some people saw Yang Lujia after hearing her voice, they couldn't help but become mesmerized. It was the same when Yang Lujia had a great time with his disciples the day before. His exquisite looks, laced with his otherworldly bearing akin to a detached immortal, attracted almost everyone around him. Even the parading students of the academy leaned their gazes on him.

As soon as Yang Lujia noticed this abnormality, he clicked his tongue. 'What the fuck are you all staring at? I'm trying to keep a low profile here. I really guessed it right before. I should've just altered our appearances. Being handsome attracts too much trouble. On Earth, pretty boys like him could become sex objects for people who have high-level sexual desires.

When he saw the little girl drooling at him, he felt like a thunderbolt struck his bowels. Although the little girl was cute for her age, from her appearance, he didn't have a good impression of her. Oddly, she also came from the same academy. Although she was wearing a white robe like the rest, she had a different belt color. It was actually green.

Absentmindedly, she paced toward his direction. However, before she could reach Yang Lujia, she was blocked by someone as tall as Yang Lujia. Her eyes immediately turned bloodshot as she glared at the man in front of her.

"What do you think you're doing, ugly baldheaded donkey?!" the girl said, gnashing her teeth. "Don't block my view of the pretty brother in white robe I saw!"

"What pretty brother? Am I not pretty enough?"

Yang Lujia heard what the bald guy said. He was somewhat dumbfounded. Unexpectedly, he was also one of those academy students who were marching in the streets. In fact, it was like he was acting like their commander.

'But what's pretty about his face? In addition to his flat nose, he actually smelled shit.' Yang Lujia put some distance from this guy and sprinted away from the scene. Thinking about gathering intel regarding the Echinemon Race and their whereabouts, he forgot about the matter that transpired.

"Hello, little brother, what are you trying to find in this vast city?" The woman with bunny ears, Lu Daiyu, approached him again in the middle of the street. Yang Lujia had the urge to punch her in the face for appearing out of thin air.

"Lu Daizhan? Eh, what's your name again?" Yang Lujia asked out of nowhere.

"Huh? Little brother, did you forget about this lady's name already?"

Yang Lujia still wore an expressionless face. "Just tell me your name. I want to ask you about something."

"I'm Lu Daiyu, little brother."

"Why do you keep calling me little brother when I am taller than you? Just call me..." Then, he remembered that he had changed his name. "Just call me Nima."

"Alright," Lu Daiyu said as she breathed in a lot of air. She forced herself to calm down despite Yang Lujia's indifferent countenance. "Anyway, let's continue walking while you're at it, little—" She coughed—"I mean, Nima..."

"Anyway, is there somewhere in this city I can find information about something? Like gathering top secret information of some sort?"

Lu Daiyu was quite surprised. "Ah, little brother, you are asking the right person. I actually work there as a manager!"

"Huh? You also work there while you run an inn? And again, just call me Nima."

Lu Daiyu blushed. Calling Yang Lujia, who was taller than her, seemed so incomprehensible in the eyes of others, especially to her. It seemed rather peculiar to call someone a little brother who looked more like his little sister instead.

"Ah, yes, Nima..." But she just couldn't stomach his name. It was just too funny. "By the way, Nima, can you make me laugh for a minute? I really can't take it anymore."

"Why must you laugh?" Yang Lujia found this quite amusing. "Are there any smudges on my face?"

"No, Nima..." Lu Daiyu couldn't take it anymore. She floated in the air and laughed her heart out like a madwoman. After a while of laughing, she stopped and rubbed her teary eyes, straightening her back and solemnly throwing her gaze at Yang Lujia. "So, what do you want to know, brother?"

Yang Lujia's face remained deadpan. "I only want to know all about the Echinemon Race. Do you happen to know anything about them? Can your organization provide me with enough information necessary for me to be satisfied?"

After their talk, Lu Daiyu's face was solemn as she brought Yang Lujia to a large building. Its name board read, "Intelligence Bureau". It somewhat surprised him, but he still didn't forget about the reason why he was here. If this was really the Intelligence Bureau, he hoped they could give enough exclusive information about the race.

"Nima, let's go inside," Lu Daiyu urged. "I will redirect to our First Level Intelligence."

When Yang Lujia heard her, he stopped midway. "No, I want to go directly to your highest intelligence. I want the most exclusive information about the race."

Lu Daiyu wore a strange face. She soon bathed herself in sweat.

'What happened? What's the matter? Did I say something wrong? Why are you sweating so hard?' Yang Lujia panicked in his mind. 'What the hell is wrong with this lady?'

"Uhm, Nima, only guests such as the God Emperors or Tenth Stage God Kings can avail the highest intelligence we offer. Besides, I am only an informant in the bureau."

Yang Lujia pondered about it. Since then, he let the system seal his cultivation so he'd look like a mortal to everyone's eyes. As he thought of this, he asked Fortuniel in his mind about this matter. "Fortuniel, can you reveal at least half of my cultivation? I really want to fish out information now."

"No, Host must not recklessly reveal half of his cultivation. There is a chance that the entire Da Sishen will be alarmed," Fortuniel replied in his mind.

It shocked Yang Lujia to the core as he thought of another thing. 'So, how strong am I? Is it really necessary for me to keep a low profile—no, no!—I need to keep a low profile for the sake of safety. What if someone stronger than me arrives and happens to have the power to kill me? What will I do then? Therefore, I must maintain a low profile.'

"Then, Fortuniel, can you at least elevate my cultivation to Tenth Stage God King for a day?"

"No problem, Host. However, Host needs to be reminded that the cultivation level he will have will only be sealed away again after a day. During the day, people who have the same cultivation level or stronger will notice the Host's cultivation if the Host chooses to flaunt it in the city or reveal his cutlivation level."

"That sounds like trouble. Then, can you do it for at least five hours?" Yang Lujia made a concession.

"Yes, Host."

"Then, go!"

As soon as Yang Lujia said this, his cultivation was revealed and he immediately reached the echelon of the God Kings at the Tenth Stage. When Lu Daiyu sensed the changes in Yang Lujia's body, her face froze. Even if she was already at the God King Realm, she surprisingly felt intimidated by Yang Lujia's aura and gaze.

On the other hand, Yang Lujia just smiled at her amiably. "Can I, now?"

"You hid your cultivation level!" Lu Daiyu was speechless while some of the people in the bureau heard her shout.

Yang Lujia was shocked and immediately tried to refute her. "What cultivation level? I'm only a mortal!"

Lu Daiyu sensed some panic from Yang Lujia's words. This must be a wanted man who pretended to be a little brother with a handsome face. 'That's right. He must be an old man with a withered face! This could explain what happened in the inn earlier!'