Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1858 - 1398: Interrogation

Why is forging an ID document such a hefty expense?

It's not merely about slapping on a name or background; it unveils the full spectrum of a person's life history!

That complete record begins with your birth entry, and from age fourteen onward, each annual population tax payment, along with marriage and offspring details, gets logged inside.

Furthermore, individuals from superior backgrounds could have entries starting even earlier, like attending academy to study the Human Dao Hundred Schools, journeying for academic discussions, receiving instructor assessments, taking part in tests, and the like.

To put it simply, an ID document serves as a thorough life biography!

Moreover, this isn't solely the product of Human Dao's Confucian, Legalist, and Mo Family doctrines; it's a unified system queryable not only in the Dayan Dynasty but across various other dynasties as well!

Thus, Li Zhirui grasps the reason behind the high price of forging one—it demands the expenditure of dynastic Dragon energy.

The ID document in his possession now details his birth year, the detection of his Spiritual Root at age six by a particular Immortal Tao sect, followed by his seclusion in the mountains for cultivation, including the year he obtained the ceremonial tablet, periods of intense practice, and finally attaining Individual Immortal cultivation.

Additional specifics cover his journeys and encounters abroad, rendering it indistinguishable from the real thing.

Clutching this ID document, Li Zhirui departed from the Dayan Dynasty, pressing onward without pause toward the Daqian Dynasty!

As he crossed into Daqian lands, he sensed the tighter grip of the Human Daoist magic network, the suffocating legal force like an inescapable jail, and even with the Dragon Qi Jade Seal on him, the pressure remained substantial.

Yet the folks walking nearby appeared completely oblivious.

This makes sense; no matter his disguises or suppressions, he can't erase his core essence as an Immortal Tao cultivator!

"Hoo—"

Releasing a quiet, drawn-out breath, Li Zhirui swiftly tuned his condition to blend into the surrounding magic network's weight.

In just a handful of breaths, drawing no notice, he pushed ahead, wrapped in a soft gust, speeding along rapidly.

Merely two hours later, he arrived at a grand, towering city.

"Bianshan City!"

A plain and direct title for this key frontier hub.

As a result, the checkpoint at the gates differs sharply from the casual checks in that initial minor town; just spotting those alert guards brimming with barely contained aggression reveals that gaining entry will prove challenging.

Everyone has to show their ID documents, plus state their reason for coming to Daqian, and for someone like him—a Human Dao cultivator—they zero in with extra suspicion!

"Immortal Tao Cultivator Wang Qinghe from Dayan Xiao Ming Palace, what brings you to Daqian?"

Li Zhirui replied modestly, "Daqian's flourishing state is clear; I seek Spiritual Objects and cultivation techniques to boost my own progress."

"Here to train?"

"Yes."

The inspecting guard fixed him with a piercing gaze for what felt like ages before stamping an entry note on his ID document and flinging it back.

With a glare laced with caution, he warned, "Stick to Daqian's rules without any tricks! Those harboring bad intentions get executed on the spot, and that's if they're lucky!"

"Thank you." Li Zhirui simulated a faint quiver in his eyes while striving to look composed as he passed beneath the massive, imposing gate.

"Hmph!" A derisive huff echoed from the rear, dripping with scorn and mockery.

"Can't fathom why the dynasty bothers pouring resources into raising these pointless cultivators."

"Right! When it comes to power, they can't match Military Family cultivators; for aiding the dynasty and its citizens, they fall short of the Confucian, Legalist, and Farmer Schools, but the supplies they gobble up are multiples of what others use."

The guards spoke without a care if their barbs reached him, oozing contempt and spite.

Li Zhirui acted as if he caught none of it and quickened his pace away, inwardly musing, "Looks like Daqian harbors deep rifts between cultivators and those of the Hundred Schools."

Otherwise, these sentries wouldn't jeer at an outlander cultivator like him with such venom.

He could only foresee that his time ahead in the Daqian Dynasty would bring no small troubles.

Yet Li Zhirui hadn't anticipated that hostility would strike so abruptly!

During his initial two hours wandering Bianshan City's avenues at a relaxed pace, he paused a moment too long near a modest vendor, prompting a petty bureaucrat to bellow, "You there, cultivator, move aside! You're obstructing the way!"

But truthfully, the street was plenty wide, allowing passage for several people or even a cart without issue!

This fellow merely took issue with Li Zhirui—or more precisely, his status as a cultivator.

He'd never dreamed that someday a low-ranking official, whom he could squash effortlessly, would berate him in public.

The onlookers around treated it as routine, barely glancing over, carrying on with their affairs like it was no big deal.

Even Li Zhirui, who prided himself on his tolerance, felt a spark of fury he could hardly contain; without the heavy atmosphere bearing down, he'd have flattened the man instantly!

In the end, though, he stepped quietly to the roadside, lingering until the petty bureaucrat moved past.

When the official drew right up to him, a faint, barely noticeable dusting of powder wafted onto him carried by the breeze.