Chapter 1810: The Infamous Dusk Society

The Infamous Dusk Society

South Sea Prison.

Creak——

Mo Yao walked to the window and slowly pushed open the wooden window facing the street. Along with the screeching of old screws, a gentle, warm breeze brushed past his cheeks.

Mo Yao looked at the azure sky outside the window, took a deep breath... and exhaled slowly.

His fingertips reached into his pocket and pulled out a mysterious Playing Card. He looked at the Card Face, a faint smile curving at the corner of his mouth.

—[Eight of Diamonds].

As expected...

It wasn't a dream.

What a truly anticipation-filled piece of news.

Mo Yao seemed to be in a very good mood. He gently pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. Leaving the window open, he walked down the wooden stairs step by step, his pace brisk.

"Boss Lady, give me a cup of tea, make it good tea leaves."

Mo Yao seemingly lived upstairs of an operating teahouse. After going downstairs, it was a bustling teahouse. Although it was early morning, there were already quite a few customers sitting by the windows, drinking tea and chatting.

The Boss Lady sitting behind the counter fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan raised an eyebrow and laughed:

"Oh, the iron rooster is plucking its own feathers? What... Did something good happen?"

"There is." Mo Yao paused for a moment. "But it's a secret."

"Tch..."

The Boss Lady rolled her eyes and lowered her head to look for tea leaves to brew tea for Mo Yao.

Mo Yao found a corner seat and sat down. Immediately after, the conversation from the neighboring table drifted into his ears:

"Hey, have you guys heard? The Ruoshui Bastion was occupied by Calamities and has completely fallen!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I heard it too!"

"Aiya, who doesn't know about this nowadays... The whole street is talking about it, and it's all over the newspapers too."

"But the Ruoshui Bastion was perfectly fine, how did it suddenly disappear?"

"Don't you know? There's an organization called the Dusk Society that collaborated with the Calamities from the inside and outside. They directly opened the Outer Wall of the bastion and let all those Calamities in!"

"It's said that the leader of this Dusk Society is called... Red King Chen Ling. He is a World-Ending Calamity transformed into a human form!"

"Yes, yes, yes! He is the Calamity of Mockery!"

"Nine years ago, he caused a huge ruckus on Xuanwu Great Avenue in the Chengtian Domain, and ended up being suppressed by His Majesty... Later, somehow, he luckily escaped. He's held a grudge all these years, so this time he directly annihilated the Ruoshui Bastion to vent his hatred!"

"The so-called Dusk Society is exactly the undercover agents planted in human bastions by this World-Ending Calamity to bewitch people's minds!"

"This beast truly deserves death!! A World-Ending Calamity actually insisting on pretending to be human..."

"From now on, let's all be more careful. If we find traces of suspicious personnel anywhere, we must report it to the Chengtian Prefecture immediately... They might just be those World-Ending Lackeys of the Dusk Society!"

"It's just a pity for the Ruoshui Bastion... Millions of people were living there."

"Fortunately, His Majesty is wise and divine, and evacuated the populace in time. Otherwise... the consequences would be unimaginable."

"What dogshit Dusk Society, bah. If I run into them in the future, I'll beat every one I see!"

"And that Chen Ling, he better know what's good for him and stop having ideas about other places, otherwise... His Majesty won't let him off."

"..."

The smile on Mo Yao's face gradually vanished.

What kind of existence the Dusk Society was, Mo Yao was clear on. Although he had just joined the Dusk Society, a series of strange things had already happened to him several years ago...

Perhaps others wouldn't believe it if he said it, but he had exchanged letters with himself from the previous world.

He knew what kind of Role the Dusk Society played in this world. The matter regarding the Ruoshui Bastion, he believed it was definitely not as these people were spreading.

But the question was, who spread this slanderous news? Who was smearing the Dusk Society in the hearts of the public?

Mo Yao only thought for a moment before arriving at the answer.

Leaving aside other things for now, the destruction of the Ruoshui Bastion absolutely couldn't be blamed on the Lord of Ruoshui's lifespan reaching its limit. Once that was said, the existence of the other "Lords" would once again return to the public's view, and they would realize a truth...

The bastions they lived in would also perish due to the death of their respective "Lords" from old age.

Once such news spread among the populace, everyone would live in fear and panic. A massive population would blindly want to rush into the Chengtian Domain, and society would definitely be in extreme turmoil.

Therefore, the Chengtian Dynasty definitely needed a more reasonable excuse to explain the destruction of Ruoshui this time.

The Dusk Society was undoubtedly the best target.

But Mo Yao still felt somewhat unwilling. The Dusk Society had become a street rat that everyone shouted to beat, and that Red King had become the target of everyone's resentment and curses.

"Your tea."

At the same time, a steaming cup of tea was handed over by the Boss Lady.

"Thank you." Mo Yao lowered his head to receive it and sighed.

"Why are you so dejected again?" Seeing this, the Boss Lady raised her eyebrows in confusion. "Always sighing will sigh your good luck away."

"...It's nothing."

Mo Yao naturally couldn't tell the Boss Lady what was on his mind. He took a sip of tea alone and fell into silence.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the Boss Lady wouldn't ask for a snub either, turning to leave.

In the next second, she seemed to remember something.

"Oh right, bookworm... Your handwriting is so beautiful, do you want to go try your luck at the Pu Family?" The Boss Lady turned her head and said.

Mo Yao froze for a moment, "Pu Family? Try what luck?"

"Don't you know? That Rank 8 Patriarch of the Pu Family, it seems his lifespan is nearing its end... He left behind a few Talisman Scrolls, and it's said that whoever can imitate the charm of any one of them can get a million in prize money." The Boss Lady said excitedly.

"Now it's not just our South Sea, but people who are good at writing from several other bastions are also constantly coming in admiration."

Mo Yao found it inconceivable, "There's such a thing?"

It was no secret that the Pu Family had a Patriarch at Rank 8 of the Path of the Scholar God, nor was it a secret that he was old... But Mo Yao truly couldn't figure out this matter of distributing wealth just for copying Talisman Scrolls.

Was the Pu Family too rich and imposing? And if there was such a good thing, why didn't the Pu Family members participate themselves?

"Of course it's true!" The Boss Lady put her hands on her hips. "If you don't believe me, you can go take a look at the Pu Family's entrance yourself... The line there has already stretched into the street."

Mo Yao was somewhat tempted.

This wasn't because of that so-called million in prize money, but rather he was somewhat curious about what kind of medicine the Pu Family was selling in their gourd... If it was just copying Talisman Scrolls, it was too simple for him. After all, he was also of the Path of the Scholar God.

"I understand." Mo Yao drank the tea in his cup clean and directly stood up.

"I'll go over and take a look right now."