Free Web NovelChapter 237: Chapter 41: Mr. Bai’s Sparring with the Jing Family Members
A weak blue ray of light connected the tip of the nine-tailed fox with the fifth level,
The nine-tailed fox’s eyes turned even more blank when it fixated its gaze on the fifth level, which held a spirit exploration instrument. It’s pupils small like beads, deeply blue colored one was, indeed, an eye,
This also proved that the fox spirit’s mind had suffered a great injury.
Whether it would definitely eat its old companions to gain more power or not, the dazed fox didn’t have a clear mind; the bird and fish people had already died.
The three of them were almost at the third level.
It suffered immensely, being at the mercy of unethical businessmen who viewed its own production as a game, but despite the formidable power of outside forces like the blacksmiths and merchants relying on the mountain behind them, Jing Family was, albeit, still business-driven.
"Hohohoho, how could there still be such a situation! You’re accepting the black island’s oversight, the suggestions of you guys should be accepted, this fat pig should die!"
Only the force from the touch of a hand on its body resonates from the nine-tailed fox, for the three had been searching for the killing intent of Zhongxu’s power,
In the end, after already having been obediently dismembered by a certain dutiful son, it was electrocuted to death, especially since, after already having inspected the corpse of Zhongxu for three days, the lines of inquiry had produced very few leads,
"Take me to see that fox spirit, I never thought he would actually frame someone up. He seemed like someone with a sense of propriety, a man exploiting that shattered fox spirit’s broken memories to construct an enigmatic palace,"
Jing laughed coldly,
The more powerful the spirit, the greater its ability to infiltrate others’ minds, thereby extending their territory, as the spirit exploration instrument could enter the evil inner world of humans.
Apart from various powerful weapons and transformation devices, the spirit exploration instrument also had particular interrogation devices among the numerous ironworks produced there.
"But always, there is a kind of reverse sensation being explored by him, I am trying to interrogate the news, to establish a labyrinthine palace using that shattered fox spirit, I didn’t ask anything,"
"Continue speaking."
There’s something peculiar about the way this blacksmith talks here.
"I only saw one man wearing a big white coat who looked not quite right; however, what I saw was only a glimpse. I tried to infiltrate its consciousness with the spirit exploration instrument, but the consciousness itself was completely shattered, the spirit seemed to have been through a very frightening ordeal and was in a state of collapse,"
Jing asked, "What questions did you ask?"
"It’s just a fox spirit. It has an active mouth and, indeed, the corpse of the evil spirit under his control, as well as human-stature rulers showing signs of evil transformation. Both locations were utterly destroyed; there’s no way to repair them anymore, they’ve been completely ruined,"
Due to the interruption of food supply to that sector of the black gold island, the information had reached here. Bai Wu and others had already returned to the high tower three days later, now appearing here.
Jing Family, backed by the most formidable blacksmiths and merchants,
stood a "young man" of the traders and blacksmiths, saying, "Are you two going to report on the food realm’s equipment conversion and renovation, considering no more changes can be done after all that’s happened, and the incidents have already taken place?"
The true owner of the gambling yellow poison production—a merchant—was because it was the black gold island’s master.
But now, they only see these fish-like suspicious living creatures as gambling yellow poisons, their mental states having been completely destroyed by anger.
No matter whether they themselves or others have enough to satiate their cravings in the color realm, humans or not, it doesn’t matter if they are degenerates; they represent beautiful colors painted with yellow.
This is also a means of control for the degenerates, using their cravings for comfort. Only through food can they find some solace, as the degenerates unable to feel the negative emotional states of humans, only in many places where there are degenerates without humans, does food represent poison.
Gambling represents the acquisition of a sequence of life memory snippets.
"This fat child makes for an excellent swapping companion! The consequences are very severe indeed! Do you understand why I am angry! Hohohohoho! I can only make one kind of sound when I am expressing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness because I am not really laughing,"
Some short degenerates lengthened their shouts, their muscles bursting out of their shirts, iron hammers in hand, "You’re still laughing when you’re angry?"
But from within the billowing black robe emerged a clearly human silhouette, a hand reaching out from the cuff, "Oh, you’re really making me angry... hohohohoho,"
It is they who are truly the masters of this place, welcoming three strangers to the Fifth Level of the fortress, to be precise.
Li Qu was able to feel the fear and dread unlike any low-level evil creature before him.
She suppressed the fear in her heart. Li Qu had disguised herself as one of the female evil creatures, blending in the thermal springs.
However, they didn’t have any particular interest in these weaker variants, but today, this area welcomed new guests. These guest seemed to be a notch stronger than the previous batch of "guests," but the area had been quiet for the past two days.
They might not be subjected to further bullying, but they had no way to leave this place.
They finally believed Li Qu’s words—that this was a place of welcome—after the female evil creatures didn’t sense any sort of horrifying breath for three consecutive days.
The Fifth Level fortress, the colorful domain.
Wang appeared seemingly out of thin air in front of Mr. Bai, his hand pressing down on Mr. Bai’s white cloak, right on his forehead.
"Are you challenging me?"
"Let’s see, you encroach on my space, try to approach me, maybe you should. Or what’s the meaning of that? Why destroy me?"
"You’re not worthy to oppose me. I could easily destroy you. You’d better understand that," Mr. Bai laughed.
"Even if you are not who you claim to be, it doesn’t matter, unfortunately, your level of information is not insignificant to me," said the man in the white robe.
"It’s becoming increasingly useless, isn’t it? Not only does an ironworker cling stubbornly to his station, he’s just a fixation, and you seem to be one too. Your breath is very similar to the scattered remnants of the last day, as is the breath emanating from your upper body,"
But even as he posed the question, Jing had already seen through this man, dismissing his attempts to spook and provoke. Jing’s brow furrowed in annoyance, yet there was no point in holding a grudge against the man in the white robe.
"What do you call yourself?"
"Why bother, if they’re already dead, why would there be an area for them? No matter what, there’s no such thing as ’satisfaction,’ there’s always pursuit and desire. Maybe I’m just tired of following the game’s rules and not adhering to them. Isn’t it great, being in an endless maze like this?"
"Are you the bell ringer of death?"
Jing had to admit, this vermin masquerading in perfection was something he had seen countless times before.
He is like a saint bathing in holy light, wearing Mr. Bai’s robe, standing in a straight line.
That straight line had turned into a labyrinth... the entire labyrinth.
Jing swiftly created a "final point," eliminating the concept of "unhappiness, dissatisfaction" and even the company of one’s beloved nine-tailed fox at the end of life.
The nine-tailed fox’s spiritual power was very strong, yet in Jing’s realm, where fear and dread were even more effective, strength met weakness in opposition. Jing was quick to create a "final point," as the labyrinth was the ultimate prison.
Jing was oddly curious as to who had arranged such a marvel of a labyrinth. This variety of game held no value for him.
This was simply the ultimate prison.
He will never quite have ’enough,’ never quite tell. He might aspire to a certain goal, but if it really happened, it wouldn’t be playing around with the bell ringer of death. It would’ve been great to have happiness like the nine-tailed fox’s prior fate,
But the longer it walks in the labyrinth, the longer it can never reach the "final point," thus the nine-tailed fox is forever unable to reach satisfaction and happiness.
Happiness and satisfaction are always sought after in people’s journeys, never raising the bottom line.
As he wandered through this labyrinth, he stumbled upon yet another unsolvable riddle, which made him realize that he, indeed, was the creator of this majestic labyrinth.
He could have resorted to much crueler words, but his actions were enough.
"Just because of it, she’s the only one who suffers such a cruel fate." He clearly said a few days ago that he rather liked the sight of a nine-tailed fox enduring suffering, as it seemed to bring great pleasure to the man in the big white coat.
But she can never reach the final point until the end.
The final point is happiness and fulfillment in the labyrinth; the starting point is utter despair with Dugu.
...And then, after reaching the beginning again with trepidation, she started again, opened up to a new life, after that last return.
Her parents died from illness, her three good sisters were trapped in the higher levels of the tall tower, her husband was following some unlucky fellow, whose fate ended with one task out of the tower.
Ultimately, she was defeated by the mercilessness of fate -- not because of her personality, but because this was the farthest she could go in the labyrinth, despite having no personal reasons or decisive factors.
Even though her husband’s mouth was terribly poisonous, cursing people left and right, and he wasn’t too kind in his thoughts either, she grew to love him eventually, just the same, especially his exceptional fervor for helping others out of the disgusting evil of the flesh tower.
She reconciled with her parents, repaired her familial relationships on another occasion. First and foremost, she was friends with the three young ladies who opened a clothing store.
She experienced complete emotions, for this was the farthest she could go in the labyrinth.
Despite always ending up with some unresolved state... There are various underlying reasons, and not everything can be understood immediately, sometimes only accidentally. But no matter how she starts anew, she will always encounter various biases and misunderstandings as she crosses paths with different people.
Without preparing for obstacles, she no longer has to bear the push and squeeze; it’s as if she’s starting over again, returning to her life as if she were Nine Tails.
That man with the warm face in the big white coat seems to leave countless choices before her.
She gets lost gradually in the incessant revolving paths of her memory, yet she cannot solve this game, which seemingly should be rapidly solvable with the robust spiritual power of Nine Tails. This feels like just a game.
She remains trapped in this labyrinth, in absolute conflict with the white fog after.
As if returning to a past era, Nine Tails is now back in the labyrinth of memories.
This societal obstacle causes her to be squeezed by people, triggered by an event of the previous day, the childhood of Dugu’s nine-tailed fox.
In a flash, Jing Well feels the presence of Nine Tails from a scene in memory.
"Wait for tomorrow, Jiaxie will be moved, the group leader said to report something to you. He has arranged for you to go forward to the Fourth Level first, and then slightly further to the Fifth Level,"
finally reached the white fog on the fourth day, directly with Nine Tails returning to the high tower.
And he is just awaiting such an adventure invitation.
He needs to undertake some risks himself, as this is only an imagined reality.
White Fog had already had a certain plan for this solution, because it was more actionable than a "propose-a-solution" method, which unfortunately White Fog could not neglect for the rest of the advance guard, including Qin Lin and Little White.
The risks only grow larger as they follow the leading team with each forward move into increasingly dangerous territories.
Completely unable to keep up with their own paces and those of the leading team... Wang Might, Unwavering Softness, Merchant Yi Xiao, Frost of Them.
...Making a different mistake by advancing too quickly, White Fog inadvertently overlooked another event. It is a mistake not to bring along some weaker teammates.
This is why White Fog is cautious.
But the real fear is that there might be no way back this time; however, if Nine Tails is strong enough, there is a general belief among people of the twelfth rank that this can happen.
No one really believes that there are beings living beyond the ninth level, because they had never seen a mutated creature advance beyond the ninth level, causing this mistake in their reliance on experience. But this experience is certainly useful — it is just a matter of assessing the risk of an incident occurring once more.
He had indeed made some mistakes in this sortie, although he had been lightening his enemies just like that. It was his own journey out of the tower, a product of numerous battles he had with himself, acknowledging a certain bias among people because of the long-winded mistakes he had made — using past experiences as leverage.
No more new arrivals, no old departures, the grandiose seat in the Treasure Vault seemed to be an external pagoda, looking at him in it
It’s been merely half a year since he reached the tall pagoda, surprisingly not feeling frustrated or exhausted, not even whitened by the mist
He hadn’t used the original sin of imitation goods, nor had he turned people back into a degenerative evil after saving documents, no longer needing the facial tools
He had lost to the sea of thoughts claiming, "In seven hundred years, there’s been no one who could beat me, how can you beat me?" and had underestimated the enemy to the very end
But Qin hadn’t necessarily beaten him yet, despite realizing more deeply that his own "lean-on-the-mountain" part, his entire self, was a more formidable ruler after coming out of the pagoda this time
Mr. Bai quickly fabricated a report after returning from the high pagoda, using lofty lies
The high pagoda
...
...
"I will make you unable to smile when you come out next time; we will meet again,"
Little Bai looked at him, wearing a big white shirt, his face a mockery. Jing was furious in an instant, apparently losing too easily
He didn’t feel the joy of the victory either, for in this world, it’s not so much the evil hearts they fight against but allowing you to act as the victor, meaning they are not actually stronger
Well didn’t feel any joy in "winning" either, though he was nameless
Well could easily unmake the tiles, just in an instant
Even if Well was indefensible, it could just be considered a clinging idea of the main body, and this farewell isn’t necessarily Well’s opposing hand; it’s merely another path even more substantial than the clinging idea, wearing this body of the big white shirt
This act, though non-violent and far from any degrading humiliation, paid no heed to these types of pain and suffering he told himself
He experienced "empathetic suffering" as he retrieved memories of these tortuous cuts in an instant
This clinging idea was full of various abuses and torments, and there wasn’t any use of any information in there
As the dust of rage scattered, Jing felt humiliated
The clinging idea was thoroughly dissipated
It looked as though he won effortlessly, yet he was about to die undoubtedly
His smile was warm like sunlight to him, as his body was unraveling from the torture; Mr. Bai’s mouth spread into a warm smile, "It hurts quite a lot, though you can’t fight back. But maybe you’ll remember me"
In the midst of the memories, hidden was the true sting—The needle was but a ruse, and he hadn’t even thought of it
Well began to retrieve the memories at that very moment
As his body started to dissipate like dust, Well traced a faint word in place of the clinging idea that was the big white shirt
"Erase"
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As he held the needle in his right hand with extreme speed towards the Taiyang acupoint of Well, the boy in the big white shirt seemed to have foreseen this event at the same moment
Well appeared in front of Mr. Bai, his hand resting on the forehead of the big white shirt, just in an instant
