I have a space station

"Sell them? Are you crazy?!" Old Qin exploded.

"I believe that if a large number of cultivators appear within China, then those lurking cult members will no longer be able to do whatever they want within China," Dongfang Chen stated his reasoning.

Currently, these cult members of the Mani Sect are able to successfully control underground bases in China due to two key factors:

First: The silicon-based microorganisms interfere with the mercenary guild's signal towers.

Second: Chinese cultivators are only interested in remaining hidden, and no one is willing to be the first to stick their head out.

It can truly be said that when the tiger is away, the monkeys will play.

"Have you not considered that the genes of cultivators may also have problems, and they might also be potential Mani people? Once they are also controlled by those surviving Sirius remnants, the consequences would be unimaginable," Old Qin reminded.

"I have already investigated this issue thoroughly. I believe that the ultimate trump card of the surviving Sirius remnants is to zombify all human mutants and cultivators. The destructive power caused by high-level mutants or cultivators would definitely be enormous."

"Then why are you still doing this?" Old Qin didn't understand.

"Old Qin, let me ask you, would you take the meat out to eat before it's fully cooked?" Dongfang Chen asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Why haven't the surviving Sirius remnants taken action yet? That's because the time isn't right yet. Low-level mutants have limited strength after being zombified, and they wouldn't cause a devastating blow to human society."

"The same principle applies. Even if I release the drugs that activate cultivators, the surviving Sirius remnants still won't take action. They need to wait, to wait for the pot of meat to be fully cooked."

"And this time is exactly what I need," Dongfang Chen said.

"Wouldn't it be better for us to steadily advance as we are now?" Old Qin asked.

"Old Qin, if sheep have no natural enemies, they will eat the entire grassland bare. If wolves have enough sheep to eat, they will reproduce into a large pack. You should understand this principle. What I'm doing is creating resistance for them," Dongfang Chen explained.

"That's true. However, doing so will inevitably lead to disputes, and I don't know how many people will die as a result," Old Qin said.

"In the face of an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent. This concerns everyone, so who can stand idly by?" This wasn't the first time Dongfang Chen had said this.

"That's right. In the face of survival, everyone must raise the knife in their hands," Old Qin also made up his mind.

"Alright. Since you approve, I need you to cooperate with me in putting on a show."

"Okay, you arrange it!"

… …

Three days later, May 1st, 2057 AD.

In the Kyoto underground base, Bai Li Ji held the document in his hand, trembling uncontrollably.

The ashtray was already filled with cigarette butts.

"Release it!"

"Yes!"

Three hours later, this announcement was transmitted to various underground bases that had not yet been blocked, causing a huge sensation.

"What's going on? Am I seeing things?"

"Quick, slap me to see if I'm still dreaming?"

"This is unbelievable! Is this still the world I know?"

Every corner of the base was discussing one topic:

Cultivators actually exist in this world!

"I don't understand. Since cultivators exist in this world, where are they? These past few years, the virus has been rampant, and everyone is struggling to survive. Why haven't they taken action?" a man said indignantly.

"Didn't you read what it said in the book? The more powerful those cultivators are, the more they treat human lives like dirt. You should burn incense that they aren't riding on your necks and oppressing you!"

… …

People in the streets argued endlessly, each with their own views.

It turned out that what Bai Li Ji released was a "Recruitment Order."

Recruiting cultivators throughout China.

The benefits offered were quite good:

9th-Order Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivators: 10 million crystal cores per month;

8th-Order Great Ascension Stage cultivators: 5 million crystal cores per month;

7th-Order Void Refinement Stage cultivators: 1 million crystal cores per month;

The benefits for other mid-level and low-level cultivators decreased accordingly.

Bai Li Ji knew that this announcement was like poking a hornet's nest with a bamboo pole. Whether or not he could recruit anyone was secondary; the main thing was to bring cultivators, who had rarely been seen in nearly two thousand years, into the public eye.

Dongfang Chen had used a scheme in broad daylight.

He needed some time to cultivate some high-level cultivators, and during this time, he needed to stir up the topic first.

Another aspect was to create an atmosphere of tension, so that those cult members would know to restrain themselves.

This was implicitly telling everyone that China had cultivators, and moreover, it had top-level cultivators. Those who weren't afraid of death should jump out; the higher they jumped, the faster they would die.

Originally, high-level Mani Sect mutants like Sun Zhuo basically knew that China had deep foundations. So all along, they had been very low-key. Now that China had released the message, it was equivalent to directly admitting that China had experts.

After seeing such news, besides burying their heads in their crotches, what other actions would they dare to take?

Therefore, immediately after the announcement was issued, three underground bases with insufficient strength lifted their lockdown and rejoined the embrace of the council.