Chapter 114: I

【You have signed an equal contract】

【Continental Hotel has marked the contract】

【You must strictly abide by the terms of this contract】

After Wu Wang and Zhu Ge Yue verified the contract terms and found no issues, they both stamped their fingerprints on it.

This thing resembled the temporary worker contract Ba Li Dao had shown him before, except it had more clauses, and its binding force seemed stronger.

According to Zhu Ge Yue’s explanation.

Once any breach of this contract occurs

The situation grew increasingly murky; the so-called “plot” had lost all meaning since the players arrived.

For the old man who once forced him to swallow his pride and wear the green hat, nearly costing him his head, Lin Zhong had no desire to help him.

Lü Fei agreed with Wang Tian’s proposal; whether it was himself or anyone else in the Confucian circle, this task was impossible to accomplish alone, so it had to be handed over to professionals.

There was nothing strange about it—all were scholars within the Confucian circle, all experts in this field; being close friends was perfectly normal.

Know that in this world, the classes of scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants were rigidly stratified; although winemaking fell under the artisan path, most practitioners served merchants.

Vegapunk’s manufactured Devil Fruits were entirely different from Caesar’s inferior imitations.

The dim light flickered on; the dying Utsushiro Yōsai refused his wife’s offer to wipe the blood from his lips.

But it was only slightly better; thinking of what was about to happen, his heart felt as if torn apart, bleeding profusely.

If these people hadn’t already passed out, even a wild boar charging in would have been unable to escape.

Zhang Zhao had no time to think—he was wearing only his underwear, half his body bare, and frantically pulled on his clothes. Having once been a soldier, he quickly tidied himself up in a few motions, then carefully surveyed his surroundings.

The Yuan Spirit and the Dragon Qi were intimately linked, inseparable in offense and defense—even Mo Mengbai could not overcome them; to refine the Nine Dragon Seal’s artifact spirit, one must first expel these eight Dragon Qi.

Although livestreaming insults at viewers was bad and likely to cause follower loss, at this moment, she could no longer hold back.

“No harm done; this is not my Daoist sanctuary—you two may do as you please. But night is falling; you should return now,” Xi Yue said.

Chen Chaoping, Xiong Huaiqing, Gu Cunming, and Li ShanYu all had afternoon agendas and parted ways around one o’clock.

Since leaving Taiyi Star and traveling through the stars, only two months had passed; at the speed of a Dao artifact crossing the star river, it would still take nearly four months to reach Moyi Star. His cultivation had reached the Great Ascension stage, and he already had a preliminary plan for refining his Immortal Body and synthesizing his Dao Form.

Qin Ran bit her lip as she read the message; the corner of her eye slowly moistened. In the darkness, she quietly wiped away her tears, breathed in as softly as she could, and her heart overflowed with feelings for him—yet she could not speak them aloud.

Objects used by Dao cultivators ranged from talismanic tools as the lowest tier; even an ordinary item, when inscribed with talismans, could repel demons and ward off evil, though its power was limited and matched the magical energy consumed—Zhu San’s thousand-mile horse belonged to this category.

As she wandered, Qin Ran reached World Trade Avenue; her company had moved to the most luxurious building in the World Trade Center—36 floors, 146 employees, a truly powerful corporation.

One moment they were chatting casually; after the official reply came, all that remained were a few “WTF?” and no other sound.

Perhaps she had merely been momentarily dazzled by the outside world; if she could be awakened, she would surely return to her former self.