Chapter 83: The Lady of the Camellias

On the Mary cruise ship, in a certain conference room.

Four players sat around a round table, each sharing useful information they had gathered aboard the ship.

The first to speak was North Wolf.

“I learned from the staff at the mini-golf course that this cruise ship was named after the deceased lover of the ball’s organizer—Mary. That means all the abnormal rules are tied to Mary.”

Mary is the only ghost—and the most powerful one—in this dungeon!

“Hss!” Li Yang and Jiang Li both drew a sharp breath, their spines prickling, their eyes igniting with fury.

After all, with Han Xu’s personality, he had no idea how to confront Song Lin—or what excuse to use.

His brother, of similar age but from a different mother, had rendered great service during the campaign against Hualazi Mo Country.

“Finished? Then get out!” Luo Chong waved his hand like shooing away a fly, impatiently.

She hesitated, her thoughts shifting wildly—no wonder she had been restless all day, fearing some mishap. So this was what the mishap meant?

The golden divine dragon’s head, scales, horns, and tail—all lifelike, as if an ancient legendary true dragon had been reborn, surging skyward to slay gods and slay demons.

“No problem, but I don’t know where your son is—that’s troublesome,” Luo Chong frowned.

“Correct. If I leave, they certainly won’t let my son go,” Zhuge Yuntai nodded.

“You’re not fit to be mayor!” An elderly man with gray hair and beard raised his cane, pointing it at Hou Fei in fury.

Once, the Jade Emperor had recommended to him that Ma Ming was highly skilled in martial arts; yet after many days in the North Pole, he still didn’t know how strong Ma Ming truly was.

His sword technique remained ordinary, but the force behind it forcibly gathered the pressure within several zhang around him, surging forth like a mountain flood, overwhelming and all-encompassing.

Liu Changfeng spoke as he fought; clearly, his martial skill had reached the “Dan Jing” realm of perfect harmony—he wasn’t afraid of leaking qi or scattering force. How could Liu Changfeng’s bare palms block the spider’s sword without any qi infusion?

Lin Yumeng ignored Yin Wuying’s thoughts, went upstairs, and found far fewer items: only over ten million middle-grade spirit stones, a dozen fourth-grade spirit weapons, one fifth-grade spirit weapon, and a few bottles of fourth-grade pills. Compared to the packed first floor, this place was starkly empty.

Wang Xingde had been exhilarated all along; though he hadn’t left Kunlun, traveling from Northeast to Northwest had made him ecstatic. The only regret was passing through Boxian Town without properly seeing it—but the young master said he’d have another errand to Boxian Town soon.

“Rise.” The princess’s face glowed with joy, as if she had something exciting to say—but due to her status and the watching eyes of so many, she swallowed the words before they reached her lips.

It could have clawed straight at Meng Fan’s chest, but instead deliberately targeted his arm.

Tang Feng let out a long howl, his blade shooting like an arrow, closing in with lightning speed.

She tried to say more, but Tang Feng brutally silenced her with his mouth; the kiss lasted a long time before they finally parted.

Ye Luohuan didn’t believe it, pressing him about whether he’d flirted with some girl. Ye Luoying teased him for having no shame—then suddenly Ye Luohuan sneezed. Ye Luoying immediately looked at him with a knowing smirk.

Whether they liked it or not, becoming a god had become their hope—and they would have to pay the price.

Since reaching the Intermediate Battle King realm, Lin Fan had feared no Battle King—even Battle King peaks fell one by one, pairs by pairs.

This was Hao Long’s concession. He brought up the old matter again—he must now charge for the Ghost Train, or how else would he recover such massive expenses?

“Exactly. We came to pay homage to the Buddha. How dare you speak nonsense?” Another disciple of Fa Kong stepped forward, his demeanor solemn.