Knowing now that this Death Qi is a form of the Dark Law, Ye Luo felt at ease.

After all, what the Dark Law fears the most is naturally the Thunder Principle.

Immediately, the law seed of the Thunder Principle within him quietly activated, a trace of thunder law enveloping his physical body. Now, his understanding of the Thunder Principle had deepened quite a bit, to the extent that even though his body was wrapped in these thunder laws, no sign could be seen from the outside.

Of course, as long as Ye Luo wished, these thunder laws could immediately devour a cultivator! After all, the Thunder Principle is an offensive law, immensely violent and powerful.

Sure enough, once the Thunder Principle appeared, those Death Qi instantly retreated far away, not daring to approach at all.

Moreover, the Thunder Principle actively devoured the surrounding Death Qi, which for the Thunder Principle, was a kind of supplement.

Of course, these Death Qi were still very thin, and had no short-term effect on the Thunder Law Seed.

However, Ye Luo was not in a hurry, after all, it seemed he would be here for a while, and with daily absorption, quantity would accumulate and eventually lead to a change.

He actually thought of giving some thunder laws to this senior, but if his Thunder Principle was exposed, his danger would significantly increase.

After all, surely he wasn’t the only one who knew about this Death Qi here, and even if others knew, they had no effective method to counter it.

There are very few cultivators who grasp the Thunder Principle, and ordinary thunder laws are useless against this Death Qi. Ye Luo’s Thunder Law Seed was extracted from Heavenly Punishment.

It is the purest Thunder Principle under heaven, and only such a thunder law can counter the Dark Law.

Thinking of this, he didn’t ask around anymore and went straight toward the Patrol Envoy’s encampment.

After all, the Patrol Envoy was considered a king in this space, and his encampment was indeed something.

Moreover, as he approached, he heard the sound of musical instruments coming from inside. Soon, Ye Luo saw a large courtyard outside the encampment, which was almost spotless. More than ten female cultivators were dancing gracefully there; evidently, these female cultivators had taken on the role of dancers.

In front of these dancers, there was a middle-aged man with a burning gaze. Around him were several young people, somewhat resembling the middle-aged man, both male and female, all looking at the dancers with various smiles. Among them, only one was a woman with an absolutely beautiful appearance, completely unlike any woman existing in this space.

Soon, Ye Luo discovered that these dancers were using a cosmetic similar to rouge, which was why they looked so glamorous. This made Ye Luo feel a bit strange, as cultivators usually have an exceptionally fresh appearance, yet here they relied on this rouge, which made them look extraordinarily gaudy, even more eccentric than makeup on Earth.

It seemed the cultivators here were truly bored to the extreme.

However, the cultivation base of these dancers wasn’t high; not a single one had even reached the Earth Martial Realm. Some dancers were even ordinary people who knew nothing of cultivation.

Then Ye Luo thought, these people might be the indigenous people here.

After all, there were many cultivators here, just within this area, there were countless cultivators. Among them, there naturally were female cultivators, and since there was little fun, human nature should manifest.

Men and women coming together naturally led to offspring. These dancers were probably the offspring of those without talent, who didn’t understand cultivation.

The number of such descendants in the Martial Realm was not small either. Outside, these ordinary people who didn’t understand cultivation were at the bottom tier of the entire Martial Realm.

But as descendants of cultivators, even if they couldn’t cultivate, they lived honestly by their skills. This behavior of pleasing cultivators was looked down upon the most, especially by female cultivators.

However, here, if these women didn’t cater to the Patrol Envoy, they would face an even more tragic fate.

But one thing, even without cultivation talent, body refinement is always possible. With the ability to endure hardship, one could achieve something, at least be able to escape a bottom-tier fate.

However, clearly, these women couldn’t endure such hardships at all.

"How dare you! Who dares intrude into the Patrol Envoy’s great hall!"

Immediately, several young people surrounded him.

Could this place really be called a great hall? At best, it was equivalent to a village committee hall in rural Earth.

"Is it you?" Suddenly, a young man recognized Ye Luo, as he was one of those who had previously sought trouble with Ye Luo.

Ye Luo, of course, recognized him as well, "Brother, I want to meet with the Patrol Envoy!"

"You want to see the Patrol Envoy?" The young man immediately frowned, "Do you think you can see the Patrol Envoy at will? What is your status, get out of here!"

This made Ye Luo immediately displeased, as this young man’s strength was far inferior to his. In the Martial Realm, strength had always been respected, which meant that although this young man was older than him, in terms of strength, he was Ye Luo’s junior.

How could he tolerate a junior speaking to him like this?

"Who is making noise outside, disturbing my royal amusement!"

A rumbling voice suddenly resonated above them.

Instantly, caution filled Ye Luo’s heart, as this Patrol Envoy’s strength was indeed formidable, perhaps even a bit stronger than when he used his armor’s power.

Of course, wanting to kill him was almost impossible; even defeating him was unlikely. This slight difference in strength would hardly affect actual combat.

"Reporting to the Patrol Envoy, it’s the disciple of that madman!" the young man quickly responded.

"Oh? Interesting. Let him in!" the Patrol Envoy said at once.

Ye Luo understood that the people here were truly bored to the extreme. Even things that seemed meaningless to him were, to the cultivators here, quite amusing.

Without hesitation, Ye Luo strode inside.

"Are you the disciple of that madman?" The Patrol Envoy’s eyes burned as he looked at Ye Luo, enveloping him with a vast aura.

Of course, Ye Luo showed no discomfort. He had already decided that, at worst, he would just fight it out.

"I don’t know which madman you’re referring to," Ye Luo replied calmly.

"Oh? Haha, interesting. To withstand my aura, not bad. A talented young man indeed. How about it? If you give up that madman, you can come to me, and I’ll give you a decent position!" the Patrol Envoy laughed.

Ye Luo’s expression remained unchanged, "Patrol Envoy, I wish to go outside to guard the Gold Silk Forest!"