Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 508: Fruit City No. 3 (Part 1)

Chapter 508: Fruit City No. 3 (Part 1)

"I have my own plans," Raithwall Yoder replied with a gloomy face.

The steward carefully asked, "Should Miss Yesemia not be allowed to seclude herself for a while?"

He didn’t ask if they should stop providing her with materials for intermediate level spiritual artifacts.

He understood the family head’s thoughts.

Yesemia Yoder was the most outstanding artificer of her generation in the Yoder family.

Suppressing her too much could create a gap between the older and younger generations.

If the human resources fall behind the others, the Yoder family would indeed be on a downward slope.

"Let her face the wall and reflect on how to make a breakthrough. The Yoder family does not raise useless people," Raithwall Yoder said, then got up and left the room.

The steward conveyed this message to Yesemia Yoder.

Yesemia Yoder’s face was extremely grim after hearing it.

Once upon a time, her grandfather had praised her talent as the highest one in several generations of the Yoder family.

Now, compared to Amalia, she had become a "useless person" in her grandfather’s eyes.

"Miss Yesemia, don’t take it to heart. The family head is just angry. Relax and rest well, and strive to be in your best state," the steward consoled her with a smile.

"I understand," Yesemia Yoder said, then turned around and left.

Perhaps she should consider her next steps carefully.

She didn’t want to end up like Rasler Yoder, being discarded by the family once she was no longer useful.

The steward was unaware of her thoughts.

He had conveyed the message, and what happened next was not his concern.

In a large family like the Yoder family, minding one’s own business is the key to survival.

In Fruit Country, there are three main entrances to the central disaster zone, with the third entrance being in Fruit City No. 3.

Fruit City No. 3 is relatively small and located in a remote area, but it is highly dangerous.

It is closer to the ocean than Fruit City No. 1 and Fruit City No. 2, it’s only a few dozen miles from the coastline.

Fruit City No. 3 is guarded by both government and military spiritual cultivators.

General Trueno, the father of Holden Trueno, is also stationed there.

Fruit City No. 3 constantly faces an influx of marine-type mutated creatures and seemingly endless in number.

The spiritual cultivators stationed at Fruit City No. 3 need to have a strong and resilient heart.

Amalia and Kenny Lin did not plan to travel through Fruit City No. 1 or Fruit City No. 2 this time.

Their destination was Fruit City No. 3.

Although Fruit City No. 3 is small, the number of spiritual cultivators venturing there for adventure is no less than that of No. 1 or Fruit City No. 2.

The world is never short of gamblers or people whose willing to take risks for a certain belief or purpose.

The reason so many people come to Fruit City No. 3 is because of the inherent connection between opportunity and risk.

Their arrival did not attract much attention, except from General Trueno and a few other spiritual cultivators who had been informed in advance.

Amalia and Kenny Lin did not even greet General Trueno and the others; they simply passed through Fruit City No. 3.

"General Trueno, are we just going to let them go?" asked one of the spiritual cultivators standing on the city wall, watching the two of them leave.

"What else can we do? This mission is just a probe; they aren’t the main force. As long as they don’t seek their own death, they should be fine," General Trueno replied while gazing out towards the sea.

The vast, unfathomable ocean harbors countless opportunities and dangers.

It is unknown how many spiritual cultivators and humans are hidden within its depths.

In reality, whether those two people join or not makes little difference.

In these times, there isn’t much opportunity to wait for them to mature.

The movements of the mutated creatures are becoming increasingly aggressive.

In past years, Fruit City No. 3 would be attacked at most two or three times a month.

Now, it is almost twice a week, leaving little time for rest.

Human spiritual cultivators are few in first place, but they’re still forced to take shifts to defend the city.

If possible, he hopes this will be the last time.

"I wonder when this will all end," the man sighed.

General Trueno shook his head, "Without any major changes, it’s unlikely to end soon."

The number of marine-type mutated creatures is immense, and combined with those on land, the human population who is mostly just ordinary peopel, stands little chance against them.

Even though the government has been promoting the idea of human cultivation, it’s a long-term solution that doesn’t address the immediate crisis.

At this moment, the two whom General Trueno considered "insignificant" had crossed several miles, arriving at the long, perilous coastline.

The icy sea waves crashed against the rocky shore, with the nearshore waters roiling.

Occasionally, the sharp fangs of sea creatures emerged from the surface, watching the humans on the shore with predatory eyes.

Like Amalia and Kenny Lin, many spiritual cultivators lurked by the sea.

These people were scavengers.

For some reason, the mutated creatures within several miles of Fruit City No. 3 had already been cleared out.

Occasionally, a mutated creature would wander in from elsewhere, but to make any worthwhile discoveries, one had to come to this area.

Mutated creatures, like humans, would also kill each other.

The difference was that some mutated creatures were like a mindless beasts, driven by a primal urge to kill, sometimes attacking each other without any apparent reason.

The bodies of marine-type mutated creatures that were killed and not consumed would often be washed ashore by the waves.

At this point, the scavengers would rush in to take the bodies away.

Within an hour, Amalia witnessed several people fighting over a marine-type mutated creature’s corpse.

But there were exceptions; it wasn’t only humans that was eyeing the marine-type mutated creatures in the sea.

They are also marine-type mutated creature in the sea whose eyed the humans.

When the human spiritual cultivators were focused on claiming their prizes, something from the sea would begin to take action.

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