sjar Chapter 115 Arrival at Qingluan Pavilion
Chapter 115 Arrival at Qingluan Pavilion
"So that's how it is—those guys are just too boring, aren't they?" Liu Ren muttered.
How cynical must one be to deliberately set traps in a neutral zone?
“It’s not because I’m bored,” Cheng Mu explained. “After all, there are only a few ways to obtain life points. If someone dies after I set a trap, the points will be credited to the person who set the trap.”
"...Logically it makes sense, but isn't this a bit too inefficient?"
"Inefficient?" Cheng Mu looked Liu Ren up and down and said in a slightly strange tone, "Not every non-spiritual cultivator has your strength, and you can even fight a demon-level spirit cultivator one-on-one. A little bit of unexpected joy is enough for them to cast their nets casually."
"..."
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[Brother Wendao; Life Points? Aren't there plenty on the street?]
Given Brother Wendao's current position in the food chain, he's so clueless that he can easily make a fortune by simply exploiting any faction.
Having grown accustomed to a life of luxury, they never imagined that some people would actually cast a wide net in the neutral zone for a few points.
So, can you really gain points by casting a wide net in the neutral zone?
You know what, it actually works!
I remember seeing a streamer who stepped into a trap and died. I forget which one it was.
Damn, this is supposed to be a big city, but it's like a survival show in the wilderness...
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Would you be interested in telling me about where you came from?
As the robot placed two bowls of braised pork trotters on the table, Cheng Mu brought up the topic again.
She seemed very interested in "where it came from".
Even if you asked me to say it, I wouldn't know what to say.
People are so used to the places they live that they can't come up with anything unique about them.
"Was there war where you came from?"
Although Liu Ren displayed a calm attitude, Cheng Mu still inquired with great interest.
Since he was dealing with an NPC in a game, Liu Ren simply gave a casual answer.
"have it."
Is it frequent?
"Not very frequently."
Does your place of origin have a dating system?
"Of course."
"How is the date recorded? And when did you come in?"
"That would be too long to explain—I came to the Central Court in the year 2100, the beginning of a century."
This year is indeed very special.
It has been exactly one hundred years since the millennium.
The first century of the two millennium.
People born after this year can now call themselves "post-00s".
And the previous batch of post-00s, well...
There shouldn't be any still online now.
“2100…” Cheng Mu’s tone became slightly lower. “It really is a special year.”
"Is there no year system in the central courtyard?" Liu Ren thought she was referring to the unusual numbers, so he didn't pay much attention.
“Hmm.” Cheng Mu nodded. “There is no unified system of dating within the Central Court. Each faction and each region uses a different system of dating. Outsiders are mostly used to using the time when they arrived in the Central Court as the starting point of time, while the people of the Central Court use the dating system within their respective factions.”
"When you say 'Midgardeners,' you mean people born in Midgard, right?"
"Ah."
"Can a place as chaotic as the central courtyard really foster growth and life?" Liu Ren asked, voicing the question that had been lingering in his mind since the beginning.
Take the Sky-Piercing Gang as an example.
Such forces consist of only two types of people—soldiers and slaves.
Most factions should be about the same.
If a place is full of soldiers and slaves, it is impossible for newborns to exist.
“Many forces are indeed poorly managed and quite chaotic. But apart from that, there are also some powerful forces that have always stood firm somewhere. Because they are powerful, they can provide a stable rear and living environment, and can build a ‘normal’ order.” Cheng Mu poked at the braised pork trotter rice in front of him with his chopsticks, seemingly thinking about how to eat it. “For example, you should have heard of the Qingluan Pavilion, which has a stable rear.”
"I see." Liu Ren nodded.
To be able to establish order in a chaotic place and create a haven of peace.
Just imagining it gives you an idea of how strong a foundation of strength must be behind it.
Staying in a place like this is definitely not very interesting.
It still needs to be moisturized.
Looking up at Cheng Mu, who was still hesitant to take a bite, Liu Ren said considerately, "If it's inconvenient for you to take off your mask, I can excuse myself."
Cheng Mu: "...That's not necessary."
She reached out and gently touched the mask on her face. The white mask covering her entire face immediately changed, revealing her mouth.
Her smooth, well-defined jawline and jade-like skin immediately drew a lot of comments on the screen.
[I told you I was beautiful! But you wouldn't believe me!]
Based on my years of experience navigating border regions, my keen eye is definitely sharp enough to tell you this woman is stunning!
Holy crap, I have no idea what kind of incredible luck this streamer had.
[It would have been fine if the face was completely covered, but now that half of it is showing, it just seems to spark even more imagination.]
Neither full nudity nor full coverage is particularly attractive; the most captivating is the half-hidden, alluring look.
[I immediately wrote a short essay ******* (subsequent content has been censored)]
[I envy braised pork trotters with rice.]
[Unbelievable. They actually envy my feet.]
You're defying the heavens too!
Looking at the barrage of vulgarities on the screen, Liu Ren twitched his lips, and for some reason, a nameless anger suddenly welled up inside him.
For the first time, he felt that the boundaries were still a bit too open.
After eating and drinking their fill, the two got back on their motorcycles and set off again.
After leaving the neutral zone, they were quickly stopped by the local forces in the East Fifth District.
"Stop! Show me your pass!"
"Qingluan Pavilion." Cheng Mu raised his terminal and revealed his identity.
The prominent "PermissionLevel: 3" sign above made the man blocking the way break out in a cold sweat.
"So it's a master from Qingluan Pavilion! Please, this way, please!" He hurriedly ordered someone to open the checkpoint, then explained with a frantic smile, "Sir, I didn't mean to stop you, it's just a requirement from above, this is the procedure, you—"
Cheng Mu ignored him, twisted the accelerator, and became a blur, quickly disappearing at the end of the road.
The man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and still reported the matter.
With their Qingluan Pavilion P3 identity credentials, Cheng Mu led Liu Ren at breakneck speed into Qingluan Pavilion's territory, encountering almost no unnecessary obstacles.
"Is it really okay to use your identity so recklessly to traverse the territories of other factions?" Liu Ren asked after getting off the motorcycle, trying to divert his attention.
Because of Cheng Mu's extremely fierce driving skills, and the fact that there was nowhere on the motorcycle to use as a handrail, he could only hold onto the other person's waist the whole time.
So much so that my fingertips still retain a bit of warmth.
“No problem. As long as we avoid the territory of first-rate forces, those second- and third-rate forces won’t dare to say anything.” Cheng Mu put away his motorcycle, his calm tone carrying a hint of domineering. “This is the territory of Qingluan Pavilion—let me show you around.”