Chapter 108: A Nation in Arms! (Seeking recommendations, seeking collections!)

And just now that servant mentioned the trade of the Forbidden Zone? What exactly is the Forbidden Zone?

Yang Fan furrowed his brows and asked, “Brother, what is the Forbidden Zone?”

The servant glanced around cautiously, and seeing no one nearby, whispered, “Young master, the Forbidden Zone cannot be spoken of openly here! Honestly, I don’t know much myself—only that there is a Forbidden Zone in our world, but no one really knows what’s inside. All I know is that it must never be casually mentioned! If you truly wish to learn more, ask the clan chief when we return.”

Yang Fan nodded in agreement. Of course, if even a mere servant knew all about it, could it still be called forbidden?

They pressed onward.

Along the way, Yang Fan and his companions took in the vast expanse of the Kunpeng Tribe’s city. Yet what shocked them most was the people they saw—all of them practitioners without exception. Even the small waiters who welcomed them at the door, and the vegetable vendors on the street, were all at least second-tier cultivators!

Everyone was a practitioner!

Though their cultivation levels were generally not very high, the depth of their foundation was unmistakable.

Just consider how many practitioners there are in Huaxia.

There are seventy-two cultivation academies across the nation, each with roughly ten thousand students enrolled. These academies operate under a university system with a four-year curriculum. Each grade level has around two to three thousand students, with little deviation.

In total, there are about seven hundred thousand practitioners studying in academies across the country.

The military itself boasts about a million cultivators, and alongside awakened individuals and those who have already graduated over the years, the total number of practitioners nationwide reaches approximately four million.

That’s four million practitioners cultivated from a population of 1.4 billion.

But within the Kunlun Secret Realm, in the Kunpeng Tribe, every single person they saw was a practitioner.

Yang Fan had no idea how many people the Kunpeng Tribe had, but the sight of an entire city of cultivators left him questioning reality.

Isn’t talent required for cultivation?

On Earth, talent is tested twice yearly to determine eligibility for cultivation.

Could it be that in the Kunlun Secret Realm, talent simply doesn’t exist?

When the group entered a tavern recommended by a servant and sat in a private room, they dismissed their servants and began to exchange thoughts.

“Did you all see that? Everyone here is a cultivator—hell, even the little waiter who greeted us at the door is a second-tier cultivator. This is just not right!” Hu Dao was the first to speak.

“Yeah, I’m questioning life right now. Forget about that little waiter—I saw the vegetable vendors on the street, all second-tier cultivators. I’m only second-tier myself, yet I’m at the same level as those vegetable vendors. At that moment, I just wanted to die!” Among the six men, three were second-tier cultivators. The speaker was Zhang Liang, a military cultivator, whose expression changed as if he had seen a ghost.

The group continued to discuss.

Li Xianyi sighed deeply. “Yang Fan, forget the others. Hu Dao and the others are all military cultivators, always fighting on the front lines of ruins, with no chance or time to receive proper cultivation education. But you’re different—you’re a student of the Magic City Cultivation Academy, andI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.