America's No.1 Demon Cultivator

Body Refining Third Layer.

This is the speed of a Demon Cultivator.

Xiu Nuo calculated, in total, fifty or sixty lives, right?

No wonder those who practice Blood Magic make such rapid progress in their cultivation.

All they need is a small town of a few thousand people, enough for a Demon Cultivator with little talent to enter the Qi Refinement Realm. And entering the Qi Refinement Realm really does make one a Cultivator.

One really shouldn't get too intoxicated with this.

Why does the Demon Path deal with Evil Cultivators? It's because once these guys truly seek the Way, they don't care at all about who they kill.

When their cultivation is low, they dare to massacre a city; when it's high, they would annihilate an entire sect or clan.

Shaking off the chaotic thoughts in his head, Xiu Nuo opened his eyes.

"Where are we?"

"Almost at the border." Wang Fugui responded immediately.

Seven days had passed by quickly.

But to Xiu Nuo, it felt like nothing, since when Golden Core or Nascent Soul cultivators closed up for cultivation, blinking and finding several years had passed was quite the norm.

Jonas had already approached. His expression was hesitating as if he was struggling with whether or not to say something to Xiu Nuo.

"If you have something to say, just say it." Xiu Nuo moved his stiff body.

Over the past few days, Jonas had also been observing Xiu Nuo, and he had confirmed once again that his boss was definitely not a normal person.

What normal person can sit there "asleep," not eating or drinking for a whole day?

This boss's level of composure was definitely beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Jonas organized his thoughts before speaking, "Boss, here's the thing, we are almost there. My guys have arranged a place for us to climb over the wall, but you might have to endure some hardships. Once we land, you'll need to make a call to turn yourself in."

Xiu Nuo raised an eyebrow: "Turn myself in?"

"Please rest assured, boss, you won't be in there for long. In fact, I can get you out very quickly. And even if I run away, the Border Administration won't keep you for too long because they are already overcrowded. They don't have that many spaces."

"So, why turn myself in?"

"You need a legal identity, right?" Jonas said awkwardly, "Although you'll still be an illegal immigrant after you come out, at least you'll have left a trace. Next, you just need to wait for your immigration court date. Before the day of the hearing, you are a legal illegal immigrant."

You've got to be kidding me with these words!

Seeing Xiu Nuo's furrowed brow, Jonas spread his hands and said, "You can try to understand, although I also think it's bullshit, but this is the United States. You're an illegal immigrant, but as long as your immigration court hasn't convened, you're a legal illegal immigrant, you even have the right to vote. And just this right gives you a legal reason to stay in the United States."

"The downside is, you can't take on legal and decent work; you'd have to do under-the-table jobs. And there's no insurance."

Xiu Nuo somewhat comprehended this tongue-twister-like thing and roughly understood the situation.

"Sounds like a serf, doesn't it?"

Jonas looked puzzledly at Wang Fugui: "What do you mean?"

Wang Fugui's expression was playful as he replied: "Boss says it sounds like those folks who picked cotton two hundred years ago."

Jonas's face turned pale immediately: "I didn't mean that at all! Damn it! We abolished slavery two hundred years ago!"

Wang Fugui was laughing merrily: "But twenty years ago you could still kill them at will."

"Damn it, Wang! You're spreading rumors! Rumors! That was forty or even fifty years ago!"

"You just said abolition was over two hundred years ago."

"Wang! You shouldn't do this! Didn't you come here because you longed for the United States?"

"There are no outsiders here, guess why I became a guide? Have you heard the saying? The more central the clergy, the stronger their atheism."

"Fuck! You'd better give me some time to think about how to refute that!"

"Okay, have you two said enough?" Xiu Nuo, feeling confused, listened from the side: "So what next? Tell me about after turning myself in."

"I'll find someone to get you out as soon as possible, and then I can take you to Los Angeles, the second-largest city in the United States! Of course, if you prefer a bit more chaos, you could also go to Detroit, but I still suggest you stay in Los Angeles for a while. I'll find a way to get you a legal identity so you can move around in the United States more easily."

"After all, California is quite lenient towards illegal immigrants. It's not like thirty years ago, everyone is kind there. If you accidentally go to a Red State, like Texas, without a legal status, oh, where those white trash gather, you might end up in jail."

Xiu Nuo furrowed his brows: "What do you mean, one country, two laws?"

Jonas was startled: "You mean the law? Uh, it's not two, it's...many. Each state has legislative power. So many things that are fine in one place are illegal in another. It's not just the law, there are also some unwritten rules, like some things Black folks can do, Asians cannot. That's America."

Although Xiu Nuo still didn't fully understand, he still nodded: "I'll adapt quickly."

"Praise your tolerance." Hearing Xiu Nuo's words, Jonas visibly relaxed.

"Many precautions, Wang will tell you later, I'll try to arrange for you two to be in a jail cell together."

"Leave it to you."

Jonas then left, while Xiu Nuo turned to look at the scenery outside the window.

The closer they got to the United States border, the more people gathered.

Xiu Nuo saw more than twenty people sitting in the back of a pickup truck, all huddled and cramped together.

With every bump, cries of pain escaped from the people in the back.

Their faces were pale, lips chapped, clearly having suffered all along the way.

However, having been through the rainforest, Xiu Nuo knew that compared to the journey before, these guys, who seemed squashed in a suitcase, were already lucky.

At least they weren't dead.

As the sky gradually darkened, the endless border wall had already appeared in Xiu Nuo's field of vision.

For regular people, this wall was indeed a problem, but he should be able to climb over it easily.

The vehicle no longer traveled on the main road but entered a bumpy side path.

About half an hour later, the vehicle stopped in a desolate place.

Everyone got out and saw a tall ladder already propped against the border wall in front of them.

Jonas stood by Xiu Nuo and said, "Boss, see you in the United States."

Xiu Nuo shrugged nonchalantly but still asked, "That thing over there, any news?"

"Oh, the boss over there has already contacted me, but I've taken care of it. They only think it's a conflict between local organ traffickers and Diego, and those who know the truth..."

Jonas's eyes turned cold: "They can no longer speak. Please trust me, boss, compared to you, I am even more afraid of retaliation from that side."

"Then that's settled." Xiu Nuo said and turned to Wang Fugui, "So, we can begin."

Wang Fugui, looking at the ladder in front of him, remarked, "Boss, do you know? I don't know how many people I have sent across every year, and I never thought that one day, I would take this road myself."

"Oh? Do you have another way?"

"I have a Green Card." Wang Fugui looked at Xiu Nuo as if proclaiming his loyalty: "Actually, I could wait inside just like that white guy, but... I know you need me, right?"

Xiu Nuo frowned deeply: "Speak properly, Fugui. I'm already finding it hard to talk with Jonas; I don't know why they need so much verbosity to express one thing."

Wang Fugui immediately chuckled: "Can't help it, that's their language. Grasp two thousand common words, and you can communicate. But we're different, we need eight thousand. So, they might need a whole sentence to express an idea, whereas we just need to find the right word."

"Okay, no more rambling." Xiu Nuo adjusted his clothes: "Let's go and take a look at this amazing place."