Chapter 532: Werewolf Kill

Blue Star, Blue Star

There are still many good people in this myriad worlds.

This was the unanimous evaluation of Su Lin and the group members toward Bei Wu Zhenxian, though everyone always felt something was off about the guy, given that since Ye Fan arrived in this Tiancheng, his various actions—including sponsoring the competition—had seemed overly enthusiastic.

But how did that saying go again?

When the cart reaches the mountain, a path will appear; when the boat arrives at the bridge, it will naturally pass through.

What if he's just using an internal-competition marketing strategy due to commercial pressure? Like Pinduoduo—just slash once and it's done.

"Don't worry, when the time comes, our group's celestial emperor will step in," Xiao Yan said to Li Changshou, who still looked worried, uttering words that made no sense.

Li Changshou asked in confusion: "Do we even have someone like that in the group?"

And isn't there already too many celestial emperors in this group?

"It's also possible this Bei Wu Zhenxian, with his enormous background, sees great potential in Tiancheng and wants to invest effort to compete for it," Han Li said.

If the gifts he gives don't involve what the recipients currently desire or need, the group's vigilance might decrease further, dismissing it as the act of some great cultivator or powerful faction in this myriad worlds.

'I fear it's something troublesome involving karmic ties,' Li Changshou thought as he followed behind the others, 'someone who delivers coal in the snow might just as well take it back at a critical moment.'

"Participation seems to require real-name registration—I'll use the name Great Sage Equaling Heaven. I suspect this Bei Wu Zhenxian wants to gather some information."

Meng Qi, recalling modern society, said: "In the information age, personal data is valuable—merchants buy it with coupons or discounts."

Li Changshou: "."

This Yuan Shi Tianzun seems only at the Celestial Immortal realm, but Meng Qi's personal development path has already veered so far off course that karmic risks don't seem worth excessive worry.

No, better play it safe.

Even if I join, I can't compete with these few—plus, if I meet a superior on the way, I'd have to play along. Better just sit in the audience, sip tea, and munch on sunflower seeds.

Li Changshou sensed a gaze behind him—it was Han Li, who had somehow fallen in step behind him, nodding toward him.

'The one who truly understands me is Han Daoyou.'

Li Changshou slowed his pace, detaching from the conspicuous group alongside Han Li.

The trading zone inside Qiongqi Tower had few customers left, as news of the Yinglong Tower's competition had spread, and most guests had rushed off to register.

But this was perfect—it gave Su Lin and the others time and space to gather their forces and fleece the wool.

"Senior Su Lin, here's the registration fee collected by Senior Huangshan—3,000 cultivators are already prepared," Song Shuhang walked over holding several storage bags, feeling a sense of guilt.

This is pure empty-handed profiteering—middleman markup. Something just feels off.

"Oh, thanks for your hard work. Here, take this," Su Lin handed one storage bag to Song Shuhang.

Without Senior Su Lin's suggestion and the Tiancheng token, none of the seniors would have had this opportunity. Thinking carefully, Senior Su Lin is truly the best—such a reliable senior.

Song Shuhang told himself inwardly: always remember gratitude; never take the seniors' help for granted.

Hmm, today is also a day of triple self-reflection.

"With this, other cultivators receive rewards, then pay personal income tax—our ten percent cut has nothing to do with Yinglong Tower."

Su Lin asked Yuan Huang, the industry-famous karmic studies professor: "When will you develop your Ten Thousand Worlds Communication Ball?"

"Not yet. Wait until I return to Shen Du and hold my wedding," Meng Qi smiled slightly, inviting everyone: "All of you are welcome to come drink my and Xiao Sang's wedding wine."

It was supposed to be a funeral, now it's a wedding?

Under the current circumstances, with no great cultivators stepping out, Meng Qi should have no concerns—looks like he wants to make some overt changes.

But who the hell dares go?

Wait, maybe not.

Su Lin thought of his Natural Proof—if no external interference occurs, under normal circumstances, he might try it, including visiting Tony Stark's world to watch popcorn movies.

Better first create three bodies from one qi and leave a self behind in my own world—then even if I'm scammed, I can still complain to my own Heavenly Dao.

"Pizi Long, loosen your grip—go get Chen Nan."

Su Lin and Ye Fan each dragged a dragon and a dog—or rather, two dogs—off the drenched, furious, nearly unconscious Duan De.

The scene of three fools fighting over uneven spoils was too ugly, and anyway, they couldn't kill each other.

Soon, Chen Nan, who had been meditating beneath the Ancient Tea Tree of Enlightenment, was brought over.

"Pick three thousand capable ones from the map."

Bei Wu Zhenxian, for some reason, felt a faint unease, though he couldn't quite pinpoint why.

"Senior Bei Wu, what boldness you have! It seems everyone underestimated your depth," Nan Gua praised. "But what exactly do you want the old man for?"

Shang Yue, Nan Gua, and Bei Wu gathered here.

The architectural style of Yinglong Tower was ostentatious—the vast space glittered with gold and jade, every detail exuding luxury and refinement, with jade artifacts and starlight decorations reflecting countless dazzling beams.

Bei Wu Zhenxian snapped back to attention, his gaze sweeping from Shang Yue to Nan Gua, his voice warm and charismatic: "I invited Senior Nan Gua here today for a matter of great importance. Why not perform a divination?"

"Divination? Pfft—you just want to drag me into an alliance with you two, right?" Nan Gua sneered.

Shang Yue frowned: "Then why'd you ask?"

"I'm giving you a chance to speak first—otherwise, I'll divinate everything, and you'll both be left speechless."

Nan Gua tapped his finger against the enlightenment tea Bei Wu had poured: "I never wanted to play business games—I just wanted a fun place to find gifted disciples, pass on my teachings, and open a Celestial Mechanism Pavilion to earn some pocket money."

"Then, will you do business?" Shang Yue's mind turned quickly.

Nan Gua gulped the tea like a cow chewing peonies: "Help you divinate people, tell them what to buy here to avoid disaster, overcome hardship, reach life's peak, and marry a rich, beautiful woman?"

"Master, you're truly a master!" Shang Yue grinned and gave a thumbs-up.

"Enough. You two are both scheming behind your smiles—why drag me in?" Nan Gua stuffed precious spiritual items from the table into his robe, studying the two with a meaningful gaze:

"Bringing a few apprentices from the Celestial Mechanism Pavilion to practice is fine, but your two backgrounds are strange—I'd better keep my distance."

"Warn you beforehand: don't think I'm just an old man scraping by with fortune-telling—I can still beat you two into the ground right now until even your mothers wouldn't recognize you."

"I could smell a conspiracy from miles away… sniff… but now it's gone. Heh."

Nan Gua smiled, nodded in satisfaction, cast one final glance at Shang Yue, and turned to leave.

In normal times, Shang Yue would have retorted at this flattery-spouting old rascal, but today, for the first time, he realized that Bei Wu Zhenxian's background was even stronger than he'd imagined, so his thoughts weren't on Nan Gua at all.

"Wait a moment—what happened when you calculated Weigong Shilang that day? You rushed off in a panic, and I couldn't even find you when I tried to look for you then."

Shang Yue recalled the earlier events, puzzled: "Is it related to the Holy Grail War?"

"Do you know that man?" Nan Gua noticed Shang Yue's tone, frowned, and pinched his fingers to calculate: "Why is this Weigong Shilang different from what you know?"

Nan Gua didn't dare calculate everything—events directly tied to his own future, like what Shang Yue might say to him later, weren't something he could casually calculate.

But Shang Yue didn't much like staying near this old man; sometimes he felt a profound lack of privacy.

"So, is this Weigong Shilang from beyond the three threads, or hasn't he even started the Holy Grail War yet?" Shang Yue asked curiously.

At the same time, a flicker of excitement passed through his eyes—he remembered the characters he'd loved on Earth in his past life: Saber, Ran Yan, and others.

After finishing up here, I need to approach Weigong Shilang. I'm sure he won't miss this chance to alter fate, and if he agrees, I can pay a certain price to stay in his world for a short while.

As for feelings, first come, first served—mutual consent. If nothing has started yet, with me being this outstanding, I might even gain his favor faster than he would.

"No."

While Shang Yue was lost in daydreams, Nan Gua recalled the scenes he'd calculated with the other's cooperation.

Dancing flames became an endless horizon, carving a path ahead; the master's boundless sword intent, encompassing all phenomena, forged a masterless sword that became a tombstone, forming a universe of swords.

Infinite sword intent converged; sword light whipped up a brilliant galaxy of stars; the ocean of sword qi washed over the crimson wasteland holding infinite swords.

The cost of self-annihilation. The World of Swords.

That wasn't any fixed boundary—it was a universe.

That power wasn't the key point; the crucial thing was that Nan Gua sensed the other was entangled in multiple terrifying causal links so immense they directly triggered his divination mechanism's self-defense backlash.

He couldn't not calculate it—he'd simply cease to exist the moment he did.

"What's wrong?"

"What Holy Grail War is he even having?!"

Nan Gua cursed, then warned sharply: "Kid, you look honest enough, but don't drag me into this."

Under the strange gazes of Bei Wu Zhenxian and Shang Yue, Nan Gua picked up his banner and left decisively.

"So this is a Super-Class Diviner?" Shang Yue muttered, but a strange unease stirred in his heart: "I asked you to help with a business battle, not a life-or-death one."

At the summit of Yinglong Tower, Bei Wu watched Nan Gua's retreating figure approach the edge and looked down at the dense crowd below.

Under normal circumstances, those selected by the Great Wish Heaven's Trial Bringer wouldn't cluster even in this Tiancheng.

Yet inside Qiongqi Tower, even setting aside the top immortals and gods of one world's heavenly court, there were far too many.

"Enough. This was always meant for the outstanding prodigies of myriad worlds."

Bei Wu turned to Shang Yue and smiled: "Young Shang Yue, do you still remember the Return-Realm Flying Shuttle I gave you?"

The Great Wish Law always demands equal exchange—never takes more, never gives less.

Just like the business of Tiancheng.

"So many people."

San Yueqi looked around, her face filled with astonishment and excitement.

"Dragons from other worlds," Dan Heng said, pulling his gaze away from the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon.

"In my homeland, there's something called a trade fair," Walter adjusted his glasses and said. "Similar, but the scale and goods traded are beyond imagination."

Rather, the very existence of this place is beyond imagination.

"Mr. Germain, what are you doing here?" San Yueqi spotted her kindred spirit seated at a long table covered in Bai Bu, before him a crystal ball and many long cards, and immediately approached to greet him.

Miss Kelaien rotated his cane, the wooden chair tilting backward, balanced precariously on its two rear legs.

"As you can see, before the Exchange Competition begins, I'm doing divinations to earn some coin," Kleine sighed. "Unfortunately, business is slow—Tianji Pavilion over there is too crowded."

Yinglong Tower divides the area according to its ten existing towers, but doesn't restrict traders from all realms from conducting business.

In fact, transactions within Yinglong Tower earn corresponding City-Host Candidate points and commissions, so Tiancheng hosts events of all sizes; capable City-Host Candidates strive to attract people and retain these temporary merchants.

The previous Immortal Martial Tournament was already a major event, but this time it's been expanded to an unprecedented scale.

"So you're travelers from even more distant worlds?" Walter asked.

"Are those matters important, Mr. World?" Kleine smiled. "They're already past. Now we're friends."

Walter nodded, accepting Kleine's statement.

"Mr., excuse the intrusion—could you calculate for me sometime?"

While the group conversed, a pale, refined, handsome face emerged from the crowd.

His eyebrows were sharp as swords, his phoenix eyes commanding, yet his face was pale and gaunt; his right sleeve hung empty, missing an arm, and if one's nostrils were sharp enough, a faint scent of blood could be detected.

"Is it true that the divination fee is up to you?" the man asked.

"Of course," Kleine nodded, and the chair's four legs touched the ground. "Please sit."

"I only have these few Wu Gong to offer you," the man handed over several books, embarrassed. "In this place, they're worth little."

"No problem, Mr. Yang Guo," Kleine took out a copy of The Legend of the Condor Heroes and handed it to him.

"I've read it," Yang Guo said. "I just want to know which selection lottery to join to find a worthy opponent and improve my sword art—I don't want to face those so-called immortals who claim to practice martial arts."

"Then please draw any Tarot card at random—I'll see… this one. Follow your feeling toward where you wish to go," Kleine interpreted.

After thanking him, Yang Guo walked toward a nearby field.

Soon, sounds of Du Gu Qiuai battling Yang Guo echoed from the field ahead.

"Is divination this simple? Could I also pursue this path?" San Yueqi's eyes lit up.

"Want to learn?" Kleine reshuffled the Tarot cards. "I can teach you—it won't take long to master."

"Yes yes, please teach me, Mr. Germain!" San Yueqi sat opposite Kleine and listened intently as he explained the rules of divination and Tarot.

Nearby,

Xing watched this scene, gripping tightly the fabric of Su Lin's sleeve.

"Qiong, I'm scared."

"Xingbao, don't be afraid—I'm scared too."

Su Lin's lips twitched wildly; he hadn't even had time to place a bet at the newly opened Daoist Grand Lottery booth, while behind him, Lu Mingfei stepped onto the broad arena, readying for the match.

Su Lin grabbed a passing werewolf girl with astonishing charm, pulled out a handful of Tiancheng currency, and pointed to Kleine's position: "Go kill those two Seers—yes, eliminate them both."

"Laurens, this guy is so weird!" the werewolf girl appealed to the white-haired man beside her: "There are so many strange people here."

(End of Chapter)