All of us are one

Chapter 17 The Witcher's Trouble

Cultivators possess a wide range of abilities, including killing enemies, trapping enemies, stealth, escape, flight, and defense, making them all-rounders.

Jiang Yanming's memory of "himself" shows poor cultivation talent, but by relying on the inheritance of a Nascent Soul cultivator and accumulating resources, he managed to raise his cultivation to the late stage of Qi Refining in just a few years.

"So now, besides a flying sword, I only have a few protective magic artifacts used by Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators. The only things I can connect with that Nascent Soul expert are a storage ring and a protective jade talisman?"

After sorting through his memories, Jiang Yanming felt that he had been too extravagant in his memories, selling off most of the treasures in his storage ring, only to end up cultivating to the late stage of Qi Refining.

"It's a miracle that he didn't lose his life after selling so many treasures." Jiang Yanming shook his head slightly and closed his eyes to carefully sense the fluctuations of spiritual energy in the world.

In just a brief moment of realization, he discovered that this world still possessed spiritual energy, albeit a very thin one.

"Although this world has little spiritual energy, it is not a place devoid of spiritual energy..." Jiang Yanming breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

He had heard other cultivators say that there was once a forbidden land devoid of any spiritual energy. If a cultivator were to fall into that forbidden land, it would be an absolute disaster, because the spiritual energy within the cultivator's body would involuntarily dissipate and eventually vanish into nothingness.

"The spiritual energy is scarce, which means that if I use spiritual power to fight, I can only rely on spirit stones to replenish it. Otherwise, it would take years just to recover my spiritual power."

Jiang Yanming frowned in thought, "I still have more than three thousand low-grade spirit stones. If I use them all to replenish my spiritual power, it can probably support me to use my full strength about ten times."

"Sigh, it's all because of my poor aptitude." He shook his head helplessly.

If it weren't for poor aptitude, the "self" in my memories wouldn't have sold so many treasures and relied on numerous resources to cultivate to the late stage of Qi Refining.

If one's own aptitude is better, even if it's just a true spiritual root from memory, with so many treasures and resources, one can most likely break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

"A dozen or so full-force attacks should be enough; at least it will give me the ability to protect myself."

Jiang Yanming comforted himself, looking at the antique silver ring on his right index finger, and thought to himself, "A storage ring with an internal space larger than a shipping container is enough to help me do a lot of things, such as transporting those weapons and equipment."

He turned to look out the window, where a truck parked below contained weapons and equipment to be used in Professor Tarot's final moments.

The world where cultivators live is rich in spiritual energy. Even in remote and desolate places, the spiritual energy is more abundant than in this world, so he is not worried that his identity as a cultivator will bring him trouble.

Jiang Yanming got up and dressed, preparing to continue being a good student, occasionally discussing his thesis with the professor.

Although he now has the ability to protect himself, he doesn't believe that he can easily eliminate Professor Tarot, a shareholder of the Victoria Group, by relying on his own strength alone.

Therefore, he needed help, and the mercenary team that his senior brother belonged to was a good choice.

"Next, we just need to wait for news from the senior brother's team."

……

Five days later.

January 19, 348 Gregorian calendar.

Jiang Yanming is still writing his thesis at home. After so many days of contact and discussion, this "good student" has successfully annoyed Professor Tarot. Most of the emails he sent to the latter are read but not replied to.

jingle……

A slightly jarring ringtone sounded, and Jiang Yanming looked expectantly at his phone, which was face down beside him. Today marked the 10th day since he placed the order.

Jiang Yanming picked up his phone and saw it was an unfamiliar number: "Hello, who is this?"

"I'm President Fu Lun," the other person introduced himself, then anxiously cut to the chase, "Jiang, we're in big trouble!"

Jiang Yanming was taken aback upon hearing this, and the other party's message instantly flashed through his mind.

President Furen is the current president of the Witcher Guild. It's worth mentioning that this president is a few years older than him and is the only remaining official Witcher of the Owl faction.

"What's the trouble?" Jiang Yanming leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples as his head throbbed with pain.

"One official Witcher each from the Bear Faction, the Serpent Faction, and the Hawk Faction has died. When their bodies were found, their internal organs had been removed," Guild Master Furen said painfully. "With the loss of three official Witchers, our guild's strength has been reduced by nearly 20%!"

"How many?" Jiang Yanming was taken aback. It turned out that the entire Demon Hunter Guild only had about twenty official Demon Hunters.

"Three of them!" President Furen's voice was heavy. "Through the investigation of the scene, we can confirm that this was the work of the monsters. What worries me is that their purpose in collecting the demon hunters' internal organs is unknown."

"I have a bad feeling that their next target should be the Tiger Faction and the official Witchers of the Owl Faction."

"So, the monster's target is you and me?" Jiang Yanming asked.

"That's right, I suspect the monsters are collecting the Witcher's internal organs to perform some kind of ritual, such as an advancement ceremony!" Guild Master Furen said seriously. "I plan to go to the Witcher headquarters to investigate. Be careful of monster attacks while you're out there alone."

"I'll be careful. If you find out, contact me as soon as possible," Jiang Yanming sighed. "I don't want to live a life of constant anxiety."

"No problem, I'll notify you immediately once I find out," Chairman Fu Lun said solemnly. "Jiang, please don't die!"

"Don't worry, I'm not that easy to kill." Jiang Yanming hung up the phone, placed it on the table, and began to think carefully.

According to the Witcher's memories, monsters gradually perish as magical energy disappears, leaving only intelligent monsters to lurk. In modern society like the Four Kingdoms Alliance, monsters are rarely seen.

"I forgot to ask where those three witchers died..."

Jiang Yanming rubbed his temples and thought to himself, "With the decrease in monsters and demons, most demon hunters rely on odd jobs for a living. The Demon Hunter Guild is located in the Democratic Republic of St. Petersburg, which is part of the Four Nations Alliance. So, the three demon hunters were probably killed within the territory of the Four Nations Alliance."

The four-nation alliance consists of capitalist societies where the living environments of the rich and the poor are vastly different, even to the point of physical and informational isolation, with the rich and the poor having no contact with each other at all.

In Jiang Yanming's memory, most Witchers were not very educated, and the jobs that the Witcher Guild helped them find paid only average incomes. Therefore, the living conditions of Witchers who came to St. Petersburg to make a living were definitely average, and they might even live in areas with poor security.

In areas with poor security, deaths are commonplace, even though most are caused by drug use and gang fights.

"Heh, I thought a demon hunter who's never even killed a monster wouldn't cause me any trouble," Jiang Yanming sighed inwardly. "But reality has taught me that trouble doesn't necessarily come knocking right away; it might erupt at any moment."

"But you want to kill me..."

Jiang Yanming smiled dismissively, thinking to himself, "I'm afraid these demons aren't strong enough!"