Free Web NovelChapter 213: Chapter 17: The Traction Disc and the Harbinger
Young Master Yang was known by the name, and many people recognized this young man with golden hair, here on the third floor, which served as the management layer for the younger generation of the family operating the fourth floor.
His hand movements were oddly fascinating, as if he was enduring some unbearable pain but dared not cry out.
The man who had arrived first was not very old but his hand was all the time, and although he looked distinguished and handsome with golden hair on top, something was off.
As soon as they started a "casual conversation," the old lechers began to lose interest in proceeding with the dialogue, not having advanced much.
Ruan Qing and Liu Orange were wandering in the white fog, while the white fog lazily explained the details—these people were obviously very clear figures. "Guess."
"How would you know something like this?"
Liu Orange asked, even though neither he nor Ruan Qing had intended to come to this first floor.
"They are here to investigate; it’s their first time attending such a dance party, he isn’t married, and even the ring on his finger is fake," said White Mist, hitting the mark without much deviation from her guess.
Actually, she relied on guesswork, since Liu Orange hadn’t said much in detail.
"There are so many kinds of tattoos, not just any high-end tattoo shop would have something like a butterfly or a flower pattern that one would like; this is something different," he said.
"A tattoo on this person? Why would that be?"
"But the thigh tattoo was inadvertently exposed, although this went unnoticed since Ruan Qing and I come from the lower floor itself; this dress style is a few years out of fashion, and while women nowadays wear flag gowns that reveal the thighs, she wasn’t wearing any rings on her fingers, and the man had a ring on his, see what I mean?"
Liu Orange did indeed observe a complete set, a detail that White Mist had noticed.
"There is only one man and one woman over there," Ruan Qing said as she looked toward section four. "How would you know something like that again?"
"This guy is just bringing a prostitute, while others all bring old ladies, oh, he’s such a naughty person," suggesting you take another look at section four.
Suppressing a light laugh, Liu Orange quickly followed up, and Ruan Qing was not far behind with her own quiet chuckle.
[...As for today, he somehow has a public company, just for his mother to have some fun at events like this; you don’t even know how many green environmental protection hats she has already given him, let alone the dance hall she attends prior to this event.]
——Liu Orange’s words were also a confirmation of her observation. "He doesn’t work," was the shadow cast on that man.
White Mist believed this sentence because women who drive are said to be more aggressive than men.
Liu Orange said with a kiss, "Men who use this kind of female driver, they certainly don’t know, even going so far as to disdain which side they come from. They hope to switch to a better man by being easy to get, but she doesn’t know it’s too special; as soon as she disdains her own man, she thinks that just by changing to a seemingly better-looking woman, the man would want her. But she does not know that it’s only when these gatherings occur, that she realizes she must replace the married man she was with; she should have just been satisfied with that type of exchange, then she would be the one enjoying that type of hedonism, look at her sister Ruan, your eyes are amazing."
"What are you talking about?" Ruan Qing asked.
"In fact, she is more eager than her own man to come to gatherings like this; it’s just that she’s being dragged by her man to show up. Did you see that interval between the tables in section seven?"
Meanwhile, Liu Orange still couldn’t relax. This time, she also wanted to know if there really was a case of a missing girl from the lower level.
Ruan Qing also found some interest in these social gatherings filled with greedy eyes, though she didn’t quite want to mingle with them.
Since White Mist was officially on duty as a harbinger, she couldn’t just strike up a conversation with anyone. "Help me identify these; how lethal are they?", she asked.
"Look, why don’t you chat with me a bit, little brother?" said White Mist. "We’re just sitting here pretty aimlessly, how about we talk?"
He was preparing to enjoy the masquerade, even though it was very clear that this place he was in was anything but enjoyable.
Although White Mist was actually very tense, he looked as if he were simply leaning casually against the two people behind him.
He didn’t really bump into either Ruan Qing or Liu Orange, but he looked a bit like a figure from an Ernie Ball poster.
His left and right embraces made many people envious.
Because of this, many eyes gathered in sector forty-two, where White Mist just so happened to be sitting at the most secluded corner on the far right.
Each sector, including forty-two, had three resting places with meticulously arranged settings, each equipped with its own waitstaff.
Amidst the enveloping white mist, she quickly located a deserted corner to sit in, faster than she had anticipated.
The white mist still didn’t allow a clear view, a cumbersome barrier for Erleipu who lacked the ability to peer through them. The complexity was relatively high within this area of the Traction Disc, which was full of various zones.
This was where she had once, while touring Zhuang’s gardens as a child, played the game of "hide and seek." She watched, without the slightest doubt or question.
White Mist wasn’t thinking too much.
"These 25-year-olds simply can’t ignore the fact that I am at the party... They lack the strength to be unnoticeable, especially someone like Liu Huzi, who is attending with Jing as their escort. It’s hard to imagine them being inconspicuous... It’s not over. Look, there’s the Zhuang family lady, trying to play a game of social chess," she mused.
Who would even think to look for a Harbinger here? And among all these commodities, who would think of this woman as the most intriguing? After all, everyone here is a product.
One could end up being a decoy Harbinger just by speaking out. Anyway, it wouldn’t arouse any suspicion, and they’d definitely reserve a special door for such an imposter.
After the façade, there would be an opportunity to make contact. Since this woman was from Fifth Level, she should be the prime target... White Mist thought.
The Harbinger, passing through the Traction Disc, led individuals into specifically designated zones. Although the Harbinger’s main connection wasn’t necessarily a guide to a direct path, and the gender of the Harbinger was unknown, it was crucial in selecting the moment for a secret corner to suddenly appear.
According to the information received in the gambling halls prior to the event, Harbingers wore very specific disguises.
White Mist was very quick to change her clothes.
Clad in an oversized cloak that completely enveloped her, she resembled the master of Yellow Spring Island—her disguise bore a striking similarity to his, revealing that indeed a Harbinger had appeared.
He had already experienced a certain premonition.
She watched her own reflection in the mirror with motionless patience, quietly listening to her surroundings, standing beside a washbasin.
At that instant, the Zhuang family lady also moved.
He took this as his cue, using the pretense of going to the washbasin to bump into her, not missing this timely opportunity.
The overt monitoring gaze of the Zhuang family lady was quite pronounced due to her unabashed conduct, often because there were too many lines of sight converging in this place.
White Mist felt that particular gaze of the Zhuang family woman upon her several times, a gaze that was increasingly directed at her, but became gradually less probing over time.
The network was quite clear, placing White Mist in a peculiar position. Since many people found it difficult to start a conversation with White Mist, they considered mentioning Zhuang Yuming. In a short while, that would become a reasonable topic of discussion.
This was just a corrupt dance of the night, a high tower’s third level. It had become so commonplace that they didn’t really feel anything special about it, not feeling a thing anymore.
Even among the various types of suitors here, not every woman was as miserable as tonight’s rich widow’s dance party seemed. In this place, they were merely life-size figures.
These men’s vile intentions were plain to see, as were those of Liu Chengzi and Ruan Qingyun, who were familiar with them.
He began to make his moves, and as more and more men tried to waylay Ruan Qingyun, the dance floor became increasingly crowded.
"The words of a woman are always a love trap," White Mist reflected, but she didn’t engage in the conversation.
Ruan Qingyun said, "Right? It’s not like you, with your rigid brain, should be lining up for a chance with Little Jiu who is someone else’s fancy, isn’t that so?"
For this child akin to the young Gu Yuqing, Liu Chengzi, it seemed Ruan Qingyun had already made up her mind not to indulge in emotions any longer. She only had too many affairs to tend to, without any actual romantic desires from men.
"..."
"You can introduce me if you find a suitable match, Old Plank. Nothing else I particularly need, a must-have species from Dragon clan, a star counter of eight steps, no resistance to magic trap spells, at most a three-effect synergy, able to pass through a star coordination just once, offensive power between 0082 to 0053, green-eyed Fir, from Erlei, it’s a demand for a girl friend, who is very similar to Qin Lin whom I love a lot," White Mist said.
"What kind of things do you like?"
Ruan Qingyun asked.
"Nothing much."
"So, there’s no woman here that caught your eye, little brother?"
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Liu Orange chuckled, accompanied by Ruan Qing’s clear laughter.
"You live here and still don’t know these kinds of questions? Impossible, right?"
The young woman opened her big eyes wide and looked bewildered for a moment, as if she were engulfed in a white fog.
"Let’s play a question-and-answer game. Imagine if the Zheng Yuming’s this seat costs 1,370,000 three times three times ten-fold more than the bottom floor of the high rise. The high tower’s hypothetical height is 7,200 meters. We should buy one on the fifth level down a lot, it’ll save us so much money," Liu Orange said.
She was actually trying to take the position for herself by starting the drama that followed, pushing Liu Orange aside, but she was left in confusion by Ruan Qing’s statement.
Liu Orange shook her chest and laughed, although she was very proud, no one dared to look at Ruan Qing for comparison, because in reality they had no way to compare with her.
"Come, come, come, sit down across from me, that’s really too good," said White Mist exhilaratingly.
White Mist sat down across, but there was actually a little girl who had come running over; it wasn’t that Liu Orange lacked one iota in facial value. freёweɓnovel.com
"Handsome brother, you’ve been with your old lady for so long, aren’t you tired? Won’t you accompany me tonight? Won’t you do anything I say? It’s not too bad right?"
That made White Mist’s aspirations rise; there was already bargaining chips for the discussion.
Some people changed direction and tried to hook up with White Mist, while weaving through a crowd of middle-aged men.
It was uncertain if they could really change anything about the bottom layers, these two matched together quite perfectly. Although Ruan Qing discovered that White Mist was very slippery, this bit of Qing Valley was not well-prepared.
After being persuaded to retreat, he laughed it off, still the same as ever in his dealings with others. These people couldn’t compete with Zhuang Yuming’s standards, although they still had some degree of self-discipline.
White Mist, appearing more like he was showing off his trophy wife rather than genuinely trading, lacked complete sincerity. They certainly wouldn’t dare think of approaching him, let alone his Fifth Level high rise.
It would just about work to trade an old lady for a set of penthouse suites at the top of the Fifth Level. That’s exactly what White Mist was—a walking fortune. Even the children of the wealthy on the third level may eventually have a chance to move into the fourth.
One after another middle-aged man cursed and left because the asking price was far too lofty. White Mist wasn’t actually scaring them away; unlike that Yang fellow, they actually had measure and self-awareness.
More and more big-bellied, middle-aged men followed one after the other, chasing after Jin Mao as he left.
White Mist was exactly the kind of person who talked a lot; Ruan Qing just smiled, not having said much.
"You always have a strong grasp on leading your team."
"You really have been advancing quickly," Ruan Qing commented after Jin Mao hurriedly took his leave.
"You’re ruthless," he sighed, knowing well that White Mist had much stronger connections by playing this hand, as he also had backers from the second echelon.
Jin Mao didn’t dare say a word.
After barely touching a teacup with her finger, it crackled with spiderweb-like fissures across the surface before it shattered completely.
"Well, Old Plank..."
"Roll aside, who are you to meddle?"
"Who are you to tell me to roll?"
White Mist was prepared to issue a direct eviction, having not even allowed Ruan Qing to get close.
"Roll aside."
Going with the presumption that he was going to sit next to Ruan Qing, Erleipu’s confidence was as inflated as ever, thinking that he was entitled to that seat.
White Mist merely regarded this man as one who was puffing himself up with airs of a "unique character on the azure tall building," like the online persona of the "special little learner"—it was as if he could sense that air of "a little stock of a killer horse" in them.
"I mean, this person must be incredibly careful, going out of the lower part of the East Wing to get ready three hours later; you’ve always been a cautious person."
"Time is almost upon us; it’s already the peak hour."
"What’s so intriguing about this pen, that you speak of it with such interest?"
White Mist had already made his judgement.
Now, the Traction Disc didn’t have any restrictions. All its layers had been decrypted, leaving behind hidden challenges.
In succession, the White Mist could precede through the doors to Bai Chuan’s pet zoo, Bai Chuan Central School, and Yellow Spring Island, including the Death Flight. Following that, he could naturally enter the region he had transversed before.
Only after the lock was resolved could one proceed directly to completion.
One must sequentially go through each area in this region, as there was a particular locked area - once a Traction Disc lock was set, one had to follow two different methods of usage.
"All disciples who have encountered him have already been purged from this area; I solved the issue. You should give me my Traction Disc," said Jing.
"Indeed, only by passing through the Traction Disc may you proceed, but simply to avoid a certain region. That place is effective only for the Reincarnation Disc; it has been said there are three regions that all have butlers. Keeping a new servant will turn it into a family heritage zone... The dwarf sibling and his orange sister, however, if I took them along, well, they would remain there forever... And that is if we don’t speak of certainty. This rule should be explicitly clear; the more beautiful and well-dressed the women I accompany, the easier it is for the Harbingers to overlook."
"It would do well to let Little Hu lose this sequence, invite Little Hu to a gambling venue, and then find some way to know this point six times over, one round at a time. This tactic also afforded me an advantage over the gambling venue before. She knows I have companions by my side, yet still chooses to deal with me, all while pondering deeply about this fact," said White Mist as he accelerated his thinking.
Erleipu, who had one piece of pure matter as the last splinter of a day, could make it exert a fourfold reverse effect, yet even Zhuang Yuming could not grasp it firmly.
These entertainment girls... were so pitiable, it was extreme, and you could tell just by looking at the Clock Home zone. But "What’s the big deal about playing with something?" is merely a phrase that carries some significant weight.
It was not certain whether White Mist was truly evil... It could not be that the woman was merely a pure type of person from that place.
This was a significant piece of information in response.
"That place is a heavenly sanctuary of pure joy," you say, "where no reciprocal forces raised questions. There’s nothing there, no such thing as a fourfold negative property—what could be so important that you want to gamble something? Is it just a leather pouch of human love?" asked the Harbinger, with a hint of meaning.
"Shouldn’t a Clock Home girl be more circumspect? Are you still... counting the women from the Clock Home zone?" asked White Mist.
The Harbinger did not disclose any information but said, "You will see the two towering high bridges connecting the fortresses outside the tower, that’s for sure."
"What’s at that place outside the tower?"
"All areas are in a zone, the color domain and the food domain are connected. You’ll need to bring a girl with you to get there."
"So, I always have to give something in return, is that what you’re saying? How should I proceed?"
To him, such a simplification was a severe pain. Although it wasn’t quite accurate, it was feasible for White Mist to imagine an individual who could pierce through the universe.
"If you wish to proceed to this area, you will receive something you never had before, but I can’t really imagine some of those exquisite food flavors from the food zone, because, after all, I never expected one who has no concept of them to relate with me," said White Mist, with a nod, implying the Harbinger to continue.
"You may find the food domain very intriguing, but even if you don’t see much in the color domain right away, you can precede to the food and color domains with the girl you bring. No one has ever complained about that place when returning since no one only wishes to return from there," the Harbinger stated, maintaining his gaze on White Mist.
"I hope that you will find my exchange sufficiently interesting, even though I’ve categorically refused all trades tonight," White Mist said.
"I do find you quite suitable for the exchange; it’s you I’ve been expecting here," the Harbinger acknowledged, catching White Mist a bit by surprise.
"I, too, could be a reflection in the water if I wanted, but that would only make sense if you’re the one who agreed to set me up. I do want to see and be seen. There’s a world out there, with many beautiful women and great food, which I’ve only ever heard about from people," said White Mist, looking at his own reflection in the mirror and listening to the indistinguishable voice of the Harbinger, who had previously disguised his tone.
"Are you the one who meticulously arranged for me? Yet, you bring along women, too. Your power is not weak," said White Mist.
