Free Web NovelChapter 216: Chapter 20: Challenging the Ruler
High Tower’s Fifth Level, clock residence of the Jiaqin clan.
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But Nie Zhongshan was not merely a single killing embryo; it seemed as if he wanted to gather these fallen evils to form a roaming army unit, for he was intent on finding greater evil forces.
Liu Mu had not asked in detail about this desolate village, which Nie Zhongshan had so cunningly plotted. Along the way, it encountered many weak but numerous evils, which were nearly all wiped out, serving as food to enhance its strength substantially.
"A single desolate village."
"Let’s continue on our way, shall we? Forget about making a stop at a station ahead.
He shook his head and said:
Liu Mu completely lost his composure after a moment of thought, realizing he should not be capable of such rapid pressure over Nie Zhongshan, not to mention recognizing neither Feng Zhan nor Wu Jiu outside of the High Tower, let alone maintaining a speed of Level Ninety-Five.
"Not only is this person unfathomably fast, but that sound is also not right, and furthermore, Feng Zhan and Wu Jiu wouldn’t appear here. Within the High Tower, only Feng Zhan and Wu Jiu can demand such speed," he said.
"Do you recognize him?"
"This person is not just fast..." Liu Mu said, unable to repress a curse at the audacity, as Nie Zhongshan was completely cast off when he unleashed his full chasing force.
"Hmph! Only garbage that flees would...
...although Nie Zhongshan gave chase with all his might, the figure was too fast to be seen. Astonishingly, he did not pursue him above.
He ran even faster than yesterday, having a better understanding of the terrain’s marshland edges this time.
Quick as lightning, he slipped away.
"Oh, how could I suddenly appear here? Sorry, sorry! I’m just passing through; no goodbye, sorry."
His "embarrassed" expression revealed itself, and he suddenly became aware of what he had done yesterday. However, he had just regained consciousness a moment ago, coincidentally coming back to the correct timeline.
This meant he hadn’t actually gone back to yesterday, and conversely, he had just returned to the normal timeline, at this very moment.
"Environment looped again? Damn it!"
In the midst of his eyes welling up with a certain kind of battle intent, the dark-winged creature unfolded its black wings. And not far off, were two strong auras, one of them ensnaring a certain evil beast’s huge leg, gnawing and devouring with relish. That was Liu Mu—even his whole body was the same pitch-black as a rock.
However, it wasn’t Liu Mu who said, "There’s a very uncomfortable vibe coming off your body. Do you have an idea, ’human-kind’?" But it was Nie Zhongshan’s voice behind Liu Mu.
Super powerful destructive forces of the evil demon Nie Zhongshan were indeed present, capable of destroying even the non-damaged body of Liu Mu, let alone those two powerful evils standing before the strange-faced creature.
This was going to be a delightful meal indeed. As for these evils, if they had died, their bodies would immediately disintegrate. But if not, they would then become a fine meal for beasts, similar to their own kind, such as the pitch-black rock-like creature roasting meat.
There were two strong auras not far away—a creature with double wings resembling an ancient evil stood nearby, while another complete creature, as pitch-black as the first one, was grilling meat.
"This place seems familiar... how does it feel like me coming over here?"
His eyes flicked open after roughly six small hours had passed.
He had quickly found a mountain cave, lay within it after evicting an evil bear, and had taken a nap there. This strange-faced person didn’t get tangled up for long; he awoke and then hurried out of the cave.
Had he gone back through time again, simply because he had forgotten himself after one more crossing, or was it just another series of continual defeats? To come back to a certain time, he needed luck, and he needed to read through a file-directory-like method to initiate his time-jumping process.
All of them were really wondrous artifacts possessed spiritually, but surprisingly, not one of the possessions on his body was a powerful artifact. He had already reached the twenty-second level and couldn’t elevate it any further, no matter how good his fortune was. It had been like almost seven hundred years now, wearing this facial artifact that was terribly regrettable.
He had a period of time for which he had planned to move forward to a specific time, intermittently trying not to fall asleep, using a file-reading-like method to trigger his return to a certain period.
"...I’ll just find a place to catch some sleep first; let it go," he said.
"Truly strange. I have no intention against anyone, yet everyone seems to have an intention against me. And yet those two just now are still pretty brutal fallen evils."
"Have you been there before? Or are you there now? In the end, where are you right now? Ahh, such a nuisance, what a headache," Well moaned. "But the question is irrelevant to me now... after falling asleep for an odd number of times, I will wake up, and without knowing time or space, I will return to the past. After falling asleep for an even number of times, upon waking, I will return to the present," Well recited hazily.
He began to observe his surroundings after this bizarre amalgamation of two terrible entities let go of him with an exaggerated jerk, but this world was too vast for him to identify anything within it, let alone distinguish when he was from.
Faceless creature.
It seemed to be wearing a human mask, floating like a dead leaf on the surface of the marsh.
Below, the vile ones were hiding in the swirling vortex, though it was consuming them.
If one fell into the marsh, they would be swallowed by the treacherous vortex—this marsh, also known as the Spiral Marsh, lay in wait, no longer confounding the evil ones within it.
Somewhere beyond the marshland.
Advancing beyond the Investigation Tower’s territory, Wang Zhong also left the prohibit zone, after discovering his father was no longer there.
Although Wang Zhong looked like a divine saint radiating light, there was something terrifyingly normal in the eyes of the fat-bodied Chu Qing—far from any evil nature.
Yet Chu Qing held a morbid fascination for him, and though Wang Zhong appeared perfectly normal from every other aspect, he was engaged in this perverse doctrine.
To Wang Zhong, the only meaningful existence in this confusing world was to please Father, to ingratiate himself with Father, for every joy and pleasure, every blessing granted by Father was his life’s purpose. To him, Father was the sole good person in this world, the divine elucidation of this realm.
With his parental guidance, Wang Zhong began his indoctrination. If Chu Qing would kill her, then Wang Zhong would give birth to a mother underneath her.
As for Wang, he altered his way of life so that he wasn’t fundamentally non-existent; it almost seemed as though he had become an eternal being, something that his lineage termed a prodigy. free𝑤ebnovel.com
In subsequent years, as Wang climbed higher within the Investigation Tower, almost forgetting he ever had a child; that child had died early, as Chu Qing saw it.
Chu Qing was the second child sired by Wang Zhong; the first child remained in the Investigation Tower, self-annihilated.
She could hardly wait to meet Wang Zhong; the sight of her father heightened her anticipation. But within the deep prohibit zone, Wang Zhong’s figure was nowhere to be found.
Although he did not care much for the diners who came before him, the food would transform into flesh of another kind because everything would turn into evil flesh, or so it seemed. He actually had no idea what evil flesh was. Where there was too much flesh to consume, there was insufficient food; on the other hand, in another place.
In one region, there was an infinite number of beautiful women who could keep their youthful looks forever—they would never age after the "Acceleration." These two fortresses, unmodified over six hundred years of time-space, contained boundless beauty, and were constructed by a powerful merchant and backer known as Well, who favored spending more time outside of the prohibit zone in the Investigation Tower.
Wang Zhong enjoyed the top spot for himself, while the second place was reserved for one with power—different from several other rulers.
Even his body, bloated and fat, could not be obstructed by his successors; he was the ultimate powerhouse.
And this was also why he was far fatter than several other rulers combined—an excessive life of endless meat, liquor ponds, meat forests, gluttony, and drunkenness.
Finally, the day of "Completion" came for Wang Zhong.
He became the first among the outer dimension’s powers that the Investigation Tower most frequently traded with, or so it was said.
After encountering the backer and merchant behind that semi-divine mighty one, King Jiaqin soon started the construction that succeeded. Yet, he was always dissatisfied with the essence of light and air inside the tower compared to the outerness where he finally decided to build his own Investigation Tower.
Eventually, he developed a sort of illness—a craving for a certain type of food; even though he no longer needed food to sustain life after touching the fountain of eternal life, despite owning enormous wealth as one who worked unsatisfactory meat, his mouth and stomach cravings accumulated over many years.
Food became more evil than his heart. Eventually, all the once beautiful leather bags ended up rusting just like gold, for every beautiful woman, as she aged with time, would alter and grow old.
He eventually found the situation bothersome, having stayed in the high tower for many years, but Wang Zhong, the ruler of Chu Qing’s lavish Wang family manor, once a playground, had seemed like a fairytale for a few years.
Wang family manor, Fifth Level of the high tower.
He had faced a psychic entity far stronger than him, which was merely scouting rather than being struck down, suffering a backlash instead.
No matter how strong, no psychic force could affect someone from a great distance—unless, of course, there were specific conditions, a particular sequence tied to a certain clause or term.
"If you force your way to spy, it will lead to a backlash since the psychic force difference is too great... The opponents aren’t attacking us with psychic force because they don’t want to sense or know them," said Jing.
"As he continued his story, the little businessman let out a sigh of relief,
’But, this person... he’s not... there’s one more, even stronger than the seven of them...’
The little businessman had already retraced his steps.
’But there still exists one who is extraordinarily powerful. We, who face the domain of martial performances, fear not the weaker ones, but these seven evil beings, there are actually many of them, and many are first-class evils. However, only a few evils here are sensitive enough to feel the presence of human kinds.’
Gasping, Qin tried to maintain his clear-headedness despite being exhausted; he had not fainted yet.
His furrowed brows were the only expression he compared to the others.
Well’s voice was very calm, "Save Yin Shuang."
Suddenly, he stumbled, fell, and began convulsing on the ground, his whole body unsteady. Blood trickled from his nose, and within six or seven seconds, Chu Qing began to tremble with a sudden coldness.
Very few evils could detect the presence of human kinds, except for those specialized in spiritual essences within their domains of red,’
Chu Qing closed his eyes and expanded his divine sense, spreading it across the entire domain.
Well said, "Explore, little Yi."
Gazing through the light veils, one could see numerous figures of seductive women, as their sight lines penetrate the pink-red silk veils, reflecting numerous feminine adornments in the room.
After Well and his entourage entered the fortress, the number of evils became exceedingly rare.
Even if one was unfamiliar with the entire floor, they could very well get lost in this labyrinth filled with numerous numbers of unclear rooms and many mysterious hallways. The gigantic building encompassed the entire quarter—although the style of the internal building was vastly different. Despite being visually similar to churches and possessing the same look on the inside, the fortress was referred to as such because there was only one huge tower building, and there were no other buildings like this fortress.
The crowd took several minutes to walk just a few hundred meters because every door of the fortress was wide open.
But despite no obstacles encountered, the advance team of six couldn’t walk fast through this warm spring terrain.
Well said, "Don’t let yourself be pulled down. The liquid in these warm springs may contain some kind of narcotic that can make you feel pity for you; these evils aren’t particularly smart."
This place made her skin tingle, disguised as a woman, Yin Shuang...
...all of them were a group of evils; all of this was a group of pitiable people. Qin and Wang kept reminding themselves internally, not to let down their guard, despite still looking very much like ordinary men.
Jiaqin’s brow furrowed with disgust.
A painful moan set off a ripple that made one’s bones feel soft; these evils seemed to kick in due to pain, but it was actually Fifth Level’s precise and clean strikes.
The White Mist people occasionally got their ankles grabbed by these evils as if they were serpents, slowly beginning to climb upwards following them.
The route was very narrow and suitable for walking; this was just one area of the warm spring pool outside the fortress.
The crowd felt a tingling sensation on their skin, and from afar, the densely packed "evil women" seemed to be more concentrated than the mine caves, like a field of densely clustered statues.
The number should have become very rare, but the White Mist team assumed that the "female people" inside the fortress would add even more exquisite beauty to their skin pouches.
"Shouldn’t we hurry to the interior of the fortress? This place creeps me out with its dense population,"
Leading from the very front, Wang felt extremely uneasy, as each woman they passed looked unattractive, especially Lin Jing’s.
Indeed, the scenery of such profound vice was less enticing than the ethereal beauty, but it gave the crowd no desire whatsoever.
The spectacular sight of the warm springs within the big gates of the fortress was a shock to the system for all the men there, despite Well’s warning, not hard to resist given this intoxicating illusion. It was an event clearly pointing to the transformation of humans into evils.
"Are they all... evils?"
Yin Shuang said, looking into the misty waters of the scene.
Six disguised team members emerged from the big fortress gate, wearing strange costumes and carrying props.
Within the colored domain, outside the tower.
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To think that he himself was that ruler, the one who had won his first battle a hundred and seventy years ago, Well couldn’t believe it himself.
In front of himself, Chu Qing absolutely couldn’t believe that to come this far, merely a bite from a termite living at the bottom level could shatter the first tier of the floral sky.
Only these direct descendants of Chu Qing, those earliest batches of rulers who were within the high tower, could truly exert their greatest power. But, the rulers were hiding within the Fifth Level of the tower, not daring to venture out. Many people had come to see. The situations were very pitiful; non-rulers could not have handled them, and it had been seven hundred years.
These intruders were clearly a piece that was drawing in another external element, relying on it to upset the betting field. It was evident that these people were very connected to the extreme organizations, and it was inevitable that these people would break the gambling field.
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Jing couldn’t absolutely betray himself; it was against the upbringing he had received from Chu Qing. However, each time, Chu Qing would only introduce one person, and Chu Qing’s children were the only ones who could manage to come to this region, the stone tablet would not randomly allow someone to come to this area.
Well was only seeking those people who had broken the gambling field.
There was no point in any struggle, since the rulers only needed to strike from behind.
No one could help or blame anyone... factual evidence, mutual calculations and suspicions among the eight great families, over seven hundred years, these small fights, these small tussles, were not insignificant to him.
But Chu Qing felt that perhaps the situation was heading in an interesting direction, although the Qin family no longer cared about anger.
Although it was unquestionably a direct revolt against the cleaning plan, another six families displayed a stance of political governance, which was a new investigative order group that had emerged.
The new organizational structure—the investigative order group—was what the other six families had formed, taking over from the old. However, this plan was ultimately sidelined and these were the successors to the Qin family and their rulers, who had not cooperated with them long ago.
Well’s face was squeezed into a smile, full of horizontal flesh on the topmost floor of the tower.
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Moving higher up the level, Bailang Fivewing general Wang Yi, with a nod of his head to Little Yi.
There are two regions, the inner and outer fortresses; Bailang had already gone out to see.
"You take good care of Little Yi, in case of danger you need to escape. I entrust you, Yin Shuang," said Bailang.
This is exactly what Fivewing needs, only needing to climb up level by level to kill the script for today.
After coming to Bailang, his script, which is like a myriad of people and not lost within the grandeur of the spectacle, has already decoded the entire scene of the labyrinth; generally, the great houses are still puzzled by the very first scene, but he felt differently.
"This time coming out of the Investigation Tower seems quite fitting for me," said Bailang.
Fivewing said, nodding his head to Bailang. "Are you coming to the Second Level from inside, aiming for that part of the fort?"
Fivewing had to pull out the evil that must die; he took out his green bronze axe.
Bailang thought about that unmentionable name, the serpent.
On the upper level of the tower, a faint tremor was felt as though some colossal thing was awkwardly moving, a fake Buddha. A woman’s enchanting laughter came from the upper floors of the tower.
"There is only one of a kind," she said.
"If there is only one of a kind, and we sense the presence of someone very strong on the opposite side. You have already done very well, this is my command," said Bailang.
"I am too weak, it’s not coming together... not right," replied Little Merchant Yi with great responsibility.
