Tap, tap, tap...
An old shabby building, sound-activated lights flickering on and off.
Bai Mo carries his disciple Moon Belly on his shoulder, heading ho up the stairs.
Along the way, they hear the neighbors’ praises.
"Wow, this Fire Cloud, this Fla Immortal, looks so cool! I want to download the original image as a wallpaper!"
"This flower looks very interesting. I want to custom order one."
"Where was this fight? Is it close to our ho?"
"Are you thinking of moving? I’m telling you, the property prices in West State City are about to skyrocket. Wealthy people are all eyeing West State!"
Huh?
It seems this battle has beco quite a sensation?
So many people in the building are paying attention?
Bai Mo furrows his brow, considering whether he could sell his small shabby apartnt for a high price too?
After climbing the stairs, he reaches his door and takes out his keys.
He hears soone upstairs complaining.
"So people are really inconsiderate; the host hadn’t finished the ceremony, and he started eating first!"
"At a celebratory feast, there was only one plate of prawns, and he finished half before anyone else started eating!"
"There was only one serving of Four Happiness atballs at the feast, and he took three for himself before others started!"
Bai Mo smirks.
He enters his ho and closes the door with a bang.
It seems a lot of people are still hosting and attending banquets, chatting about mundane things, grumbling about oddities, and not paying attention to the Immortal Technique battle. The battle is just news; everyday life is what matters.
Moon Belly, the disciple on his shoulder, looks at the master, gesturing and making fox-like sounds.
"Ying ying ying, awoo awoo awoo..."
It wants to ask what a celebratory feast is?
And what are Four Happiness atballs?
Bai Mo retrieves his freshly charged laptop and tablet, pausing for a mont.
"It’s... a type of particularly large atball?
"I prefer deep-fried atballs; they’re a bit tastier.
"Hmm? Speaking of which, have we ever deep-fried atballs on Fox Mountain?"
As he speaks, he carries the computer and tablet, along with his disciple, into the rising white mist, heading to Fox Mountain.
...
In a dark thatched hut.
The King of Darkness and Master Round Stone Ancient Immortal sit facing each other.
Round Stone Ancient Immortal furrows his brow.
"Sigh... This kid is a little tyrant now.
"Tonight he harvested the souls of over a dozen Sequence Seven, allowing him to complete another cultivation.
"Luckily, he’s on the Alchemy Path; it will cut him off midway."
The King of Darkness nods, his dark, plump face still showing signs of distress.
He had visited West State City before and was fortunate to have kept a low profile and been cautious, not acting rashly. Otherwise, he might have been refined by that flower.
Round Stone Ancient Immortal reaches out to pat his head.
"Cultivate well, and until you’ve reached a certain level, stay away from him!"
The King of Darkness is stunned for a mont.
"Until I’ve reached what level?"
Round Stone Ancient Immortal waves his hand lightly, and a darker, more imposing monunt appears in the pitch-black straw house!
It is tattered, neither reaching heaven nor touching earth, and thus appears suddenly in this dream.
Its surface is greasy, as if it could ooze black oil at any mont.
There are nine lines of text above, originating from nine different paths.
The King of Darkness squints at the most Immortal Martial-like line... but he can’t understand it and can vaguely feel the aloof disdain from the text! This text’s sequence surpasses Sequence Seven!
Beneath the text, there are countless densely packed, blank small boxes.
Round Stone Ancient Immortal smacks his lips.
"Wait until your na is etched onto this monunt.
"Then you’ll be able to deal with that Alchemist!"
...
In a pitch-black small room.
A candle fla illuminates the faces of two Ancient Immortals and Huang Sitong.
Huang Sitong has downloaded a high-resolution video and is currently playing it for the two masters on her phone.
"This is the ultra-high-definition video just released by the Committee, with higher fra rates and better pixel quality, with less distortion.
"Look closely, this really isn’t a Celestial Palace Immortal Technique, is it?"
The two Ancient Immortals widen their eyes, watching repeatedly with amazent.
In their ti, they had briefly served as Celestial Immortals and were aware of the terrifying puppets. But this kind of Immortal Technique, they indeed see for the first ti.
"This... is indeed impressive, but it has no connection to the Celestial Palace."
"What about the Holy Land? Is there a Holy Land with a similar Immortal Technique?"
Flowerpot Ancient Immortal and Ancient Plow Immortal exchange glances, both bewildered.
There are a total of eight hundred Holy Lands, and even if they are familiar with a re few dozen, they dare not draw any conclusions at this ti.
"Ah..."
Huang Sitong slumps down, feeling a bit disappointed for so reason.
"Finding the Celestial Palace Inheritor is so difficult!
"Are we just waiting for luck to find him?"
Flowerpot Ancient Immortal pauses for a mont.
"Maybe, we can rely on this?"
With a wave of her hand, an even darker monunt suddenly appears in the room!
The monunt hovers silently, neither reaching heaven nor touching earth, pitch-black and greasy, inscribed with text from nine paths and nurous dense blank boxes.
"What is this?"
Huang Sitong instinctively leans forward, reaching out to touch the monunt but is hurriedly stopped by Flowerpot Ancient Immortal.
"Don’t touch it!"
...
In the Committee’s in-house guesthouse, the lights are bright.
A table full of dishes emits a fragrant aroma.
Chairman Chen Shu, Professor Zhang, Tie Shiba, and several Sequence Seven mbers who ca to assist are sitting together, about to have a celebratory feast.
But the atmosphere at the table is sowhat strange.
The Sequence Seven mbers who ca to assist are sitting idly, looking uneasy, not picking up chopsticks or holding wine glasses.
"Is Committee mber Su really not coming?"
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